Namaloom musallah motor cycle sawar!

Now, if you are living in Karachi, there is no way that you might have succeeded in escaping from an encounter- of any sort- with these men. If you say you have, you must belong to THAT part of the country and not us.

Although it’s been a decade since I last ran in to one of these men , it’s been almost a week that they woke me up from my sweet slumber. I had been soundlessly asleep in my bed when, I heard gun shots which sounded as if they might be coming from the next room but, thankfully they were just downstairs on the road.

Thankfully, yes.  Because, these days you ought to be thankful if there are crazy people on the road, shooting aimlessly and not at you,despite the fact that they might just aim your window this time instead of the street light that overlooks your window. Because, it could’ve been the shop downstairs on fire and not the one across the street. Because the Quetta hotel- ashes right now- could just have been in your building. Thankful because, the gun shots stopped at 6:30 in the morning and The na-maloom musallah mortor cycle sawar  were nice enough to let you sleep after a hell of a night.

Thankful because, even though bleak, you do see an opportunity  to leave this crazy place for good.