Posts Tagged 'slums'

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

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

Abdul Aziz Khan, Baldia Town, Karachi
Abdul Aziz Khan bequeathed poverty – and its daily rituals of survival, to his son Atta-Ullah Nabil. His dismissal from his job five years earlier because of his failing health, robbed Nabil of his childhood. Abdul Aziz Khan had succumbed

Abdul Aziz Khan, Baldia Town, Karachi
Abdul Aziz Khan bequeathed poverty – and its daily rituals of survival, to his son Atta-Ullah Nabil. His dismissal from his job five years earlier because of his failing health, robbed Nabil of his childhood. Abdul Aziz Khan had succumbed

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,

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,

Kanees Fatima, Baldia Town, Karachi
It was the promise of Rs. 6500 ($60), his monthly salary, that took him to the factory that day. It was the pride of the Rs. 500 ($5) raise that he had earned. It was the house bills, his sibling’s

Kanees Fatima, Baldia Town, Karachi
It was the promise of Rs. 6500 ($60), his monthly salary, that took him to the factory that day. It was the pride of the Rs. 500 ($5) raise that he had earned. It was the house bills, his sibling’s

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

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

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

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

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

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