Is removing security barriers a step to ensure security?

Yesterday we were informed that Rangers have ordered to remove all sorts of security barriers and gates installed in several streets of Karachi. Some would welcome this announcement, they would do so without stopping to think how it would affect the citizens living in the areas that will be deprived of the little bit of security provided to them in their homes.

I get it, a cleanup operation is being conducted, criminals are being caught and every effort is being made to make Karachi a safe city. I trust our security forces and I know that they will indeed do what they mean to but the goal hasn’t been achieved yet. There is still crime in Karachi and people don’t feel safe anywhere. Security gates have at least provided some security to residents in their own streets.

Before taking away these barriers, have the decision makers asked the residents how they feel about it? Or are their feelings irrelevant? Is it too much to ask that people feel safe in their homes? That they can come out in their streets without fear of somebody pressing his gun against their temple asking for all that they have? How will they assure us that we won’t be harmed in our own neighborhood? What alternate security system are they going to install? And most importantly, before common citizens are made vulnerable by this step, will VIPs be made to give up their security as well? Will ‘no-go’ areas be cleared?

All these questions need to be answered before giving a deadline. In this so-called democracy, we are already being made vulnerable to a lot of elements without being consulted. It’s not fair to take away the little bit of protection that we are being provided without even asking us once. I hope that the love that every political party and forces have for Karachi will make them pity its citizens and reconsider their decision.


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Grudge and Pain


She snapped out of her thoughts as the doors of the elevator opened. Her eyes couldn’t keep themselves from roaming around the corridor, looking for the familiar face. The place blared with an eerie silence. People were talking in hushed voices, some were weeping while their loved ones consoled them, hardly able to hold back their own tears. Looking at them the realization that she would be alone, dawned on her. It hit her so forcefully that for a few seconds it became impossible to walk any further.

It was then that her wandering gaze came to a halt. There she was, standing among many yet still distinguishable. Her demeanor negated the last memory she had of her and had held on to for so many years. It had steeled her resolve to never see her again. It had kept her anger alive. Now, as she stood there, staring at the woman who looked like a shadow of what her sister was, that memory evoked pain, pity and above all, regret.

Her mind went back to the night she had last seen her. She remembered her attempt to clutch her arm just so she would listen.

‘Please Rehana,’ she had pleaded, her eyes glittering with tears. ‘Please understand, I need to go.’

But she had merely shrugged her off and walked out of the room. After everything, how could she even think of going back? She couldn’t comprehend it and therefore, was sure it was a wrong decision.

She continued to stare in disbelief. That last memory came flooding back. She was extremely distressed then but that hadn’t made her look any less immaculate. There was a desperate resolve, visible, despite of her tears, in the way she collected her things and begged her to understand instead of giving in. This woman did not, in anyway, resemble the one she remembered. She wore a faded kurti that looked a decade old over baggy pajamas and a pair of worn out slippers. For someone who was extremely careful about her appearance, she looked really distasteful.

Tangled locks escaped the messy bun she had tied probably two days ago. The only makeup she wore was dried up tears and an expression of extreme helplessness. She had clearly given up. All her strength had left her.

She was never what you’d call beautiful but there was an aura around her that made it impossible for anyone to ignore her. Now, she was still noticeable but for her traumatized appearance. And there was no wonder why. Her only daughter, her first born, one of the few treasures she had left was losing the battle of life and she was dying along with her.

(Some background about this post in case you don’t understand what it’s about, and you definitely won’t because it’s so obscure: it’s an excerpt from the book that I’m planning to write and have already started working on. Do leave your feedback.)


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5 things that happen when you get too busy

So much to do, so little time. We all go through that stage of life when there is hardly any time left for us to stop and relax for a bit. A free Sunday is a luxury. Following are five things that everyone with a hectic schedule goes through.

Almost no family/social life:

In most cases it is work or education (or both) that keeps us busy. While working and studying is good, when things get too crazy you are left with no time for family or friends which is a huge downside. And often drives you crazy.

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Zero tolerance for anyone who complains about your routine:

Don’t you see I hardly have time to breathe? It’s honestly very infuriating when someone whines that you don’t give them time when you are losing your head trying to do everything to balance an out of control routine. Listening to all the nagging and cribbing makes you want to slam that person’s head in a wall.

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The fact that I’m talking to you, no, giving you time to speak to me, is enough proof that I care enough to give up a precious few minutes of my life. But I’m not doing so to listen to you complaining.

No time to think:

Of course when you are too busy you hardly have time to sleep let alone think. It becomes really hard, in fact becomes tedious to think about anything other than your work/education/social activities or whatever it is that keeps you busy.

Better time management:

Life cannot be put on hold forever. Busy bees learn pretty soon how to make the best of the little bit of free time that they are left with and hence make productive choices.


No more negative feelings:

This is the best part. You are not left with any time to feel anxious, depressed or hurt for long. The feelings are natural of course, but the constant activity forces you to move on and shed everything aggravating from your already overloaded mind. You are just too busy to stay negative.



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