Posts Tagged 'informal labor'

Shehnaz Zaheer, Baldia Town, Karachi

It isn’t atonement he seeks. It is simply financial help for him and his family. It takes me some time to realize this. “Sometimes you speak to the media, and a generous soul can read about our plight.” He tells

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Shehnaz Zaheer, Baldia Town, Karachi

It isn’t atonement he seeks. It is simply financial help for him and his family. It takes me some time to realize this. “Sometimes you speak to the media, and a generous soul can read about our plight.” He tells

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Mohammed Zaheer, Baldia Town, Karachi

Farhan Zaheer began working at the garment factory at the age of eight. His father, Mohammad Zaheer, confesses this to me, his face torn by shame as his eyes suffer the sight of my shocked reaction. Farhan was paid Rs

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Mohammed Zaheer, Baldia Town, Karachi

Farhan Zaheer began working at the garment factory at the age of eight. His father, Mohammad Zaheer, confesses this to me, his face torn by shame as his eyes suffer the sight of my shocked reaction. Farhan was paid Rs

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An Incomplete Debate

There is something exciting, and something disappointing in the many discussions provoked by the recent factory fire that engulfed the Tazreen garment factory in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Today, for example, the New York Times invited a group of individuals involved with

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An Incomplete Debate

There is something exciting, and something disappointing in the many discussions provoked by the recent factory fire that engulfed the Tazreen garment factory in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Today, for example, the New York Times invited a group of individuals involved with

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Begum Islam

‘The DNA test we gave…’, he asks hesitating between words, ‘When do you think the results will come back?’ Shamsul Islam, poor day laborer living in the heart of the infamous Machar Colony – a squalid, makeshift slum on the

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Begum Islam

‘The DNA test we gave…’, he asks hesitating between words, ‘When do you think the results will come back?’ Shamsul Islam, poor day laborer living in the heart of the infamous Machar Colony – a squalid, makeshift slum on the

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Shamsul Islam

‘The DNA test we gave…’, he asks hesitating between words, ‘When do you think the results will come back?’ Shamsul Islam, is a day laborer living in the heart of the infamous Machar Colony – a squalid, makeshift slum on

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Shamsul Islam

‘The DNA test we gave…’, he asks hesitating between words, ‘When do you think the results will come back?’ Shamsul Islam, is a day laborer living in the heart of the infamous Machar Colony – a squalid, makeshift slum on

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Nasreen Imran, Baldia Town, Karachi

The moment the paternal grandmother refused to acknowledge or bless the grandchildren, Nasreen knew that the life she once knew, and the home she had once considered as her own, was no more. Standing in the foyer of her husband’s

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Nasreen Imran, Baldia Town, Karachi

The moment the paternal grandmother refused to acknowledge or bless the grandchildren, Nasreen knew that the life she once knew, and the home she had once considered as her own, was no more. Standing in the foyer of her husband’s

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Nasreen Khan, Baldia Town, Karachi

She sees him in her dreams. He is young, but older than the age at which he died. He comes towards her, and asks after her, inquiring about her health, about his sisters and whether they liked the clothes he

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Nasreen Khan, Baldia Town, Karachi

She sees him in her dreams. He is young, but older than the age at which he died. He comes towards her, and asks after her, inquiring about her health, about his sisters and whether they liked the clothes he

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The Peace That We Seek: Abdul Mateen

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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The Peace That We Seek: Abdul Mateen

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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The Peace That We Seek: Abida Mateen

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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The Peace That We Seek: Abida Mateen

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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A House Of Cards: Abdul Ghaffar Junaid

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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A House Of Cards: Abdul Ghaffar Junaid

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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A House Of Cards: Mobina Junaid

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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A House Of Cards: Mobina Junaid

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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Hussein Ahmed, Baldia Town, Karachi

He says very little. In contrast to the anger-tinged testimony of his wife when she spoke about their son Sirjeel’s death, and the incompetence of the rescue services that may have led to it, Hussein Ahmed neither revealed any emotions,

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Hussein Ahmed, Baldia Town, Karachi

He says very little. In contrast to the anger-tinged testimony of his wife when she spoke about their son Sirjeel’s death, and the incompetence of the rescue services that may have led to it, Hussein Ahmed neither revealed any emotions,

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Mohammed Siddeeq, Baldia Town, Karachi

There are the facts of the night that he died; the greedy flames, the chaotic crowds, the confused and haphazard rescue operation, the desperate attempt to break the walls of the factory, the pleas and screams of those trapped inside,

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Mohammed Siddeeq, Baldia Town, Karachi

There are the facts of the night that he died; the greedy flames, the chaotic crowds, the confused and haphazard rescue operation, the desperate attempt to break the walls of the factory, the pleas and screams of those trapped inside,

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Sharifa Siddeeq, Baldia Town, Karachi

“How did you find his body?” The question hangs in the air. Neither Mohammad Siddeeq or Sharifa answer but simply exchange glances. Outside, I hear the noise of the neighborhood: vegetable sellers, playing children, gossiping neighbors, passing trucks, bleating goats,

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Sharifa Siddeeq, Baldia Town, Karachi

“How did you find his body?” The question hangs in the air. Neither Mohammad Siddeeq or Sharifa answer but simply exchange glances. Outside, I hear the noise of the neighborhood: vegetable sellers, playing children, gossiping neighbors, passing trucks, bleating goats,

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An Escape From Darkness

The streets dance with life and all its accompanying consequences. I step over carpets of litter, jump past pools of sewage as small children play pick-up games of cricket and football all around me. The narrow alleys leave little room

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An Escape From Darkness

The streets dance with life and all its accompanying consequences. I step over carpets of litter, jump past pools of sewage as small children play pick-up games of cricket and football all around me. The narrow alleys leave little room

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