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Nostalgia and Hope intertwine with Climate Induced Migration

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Afia Salam and Rafi ul Haq

Naseer Brohi, head of the village

Naseer Mohammad Brohi has a faraway look in his eyes … Sitting on his wooden cot woven with rope called charpai, on a beautifully embellished rilli, the patchwork bedspread Sindh villages are famous for, his eyes span the undulating vista before him.

He is the head of the village of Chhato Chand made up of about 100 households, all kin to each other. In that capacity he bears the weight of responsibility of not only looking out for his people, but also their assets, the most precious of which are the about 500 heads of cattle that sustain all of them.

He has recently arrived with his village folk in Jabal, an undulating rangeland near Jhimpir in Thatta district. 

His arrival here is continuation of a norm he has seen his elders follow. They too moved from their settled village closer to the town of Thatta.

He does not know terms like climate change or migration. He just knows that some generations before him, his pastoral ancestors trekked from Pandrani in Balochistan to Thatta, the thriving capital of the hospitable, accepting land of Sindh, and settled near the Keenjhar lake in Jabal, beyond Jhampir.

Life in the area they had come from had become difficult due to the scarcity of food for their livestock, so they came to the land drained by the Indus river, and settled in an area that resembled the undulating terrain they had left behind.

In Sindhi language, Jabal means a hill or higher ground, and here they could reminisce about the homeland they had migrated from. These Brohi tribesmen started their life anew, while still following their traditional pastoral lifestyle.

Five generations later, livestock still is the mainstay of Naseer Brohi’s kinfolk. It provides them with food as well as cash. They sell milk of their cows, al beit at a very exploitative, low rate to a middleman. He buys it off them for about Rs. 40 per litre, whereas the going rate in the city is at least four times higher.

They are dependent on him coming to collect the milk and sell it on the town market, and agree to this low price because the alternative would mean taking the milk to the market every day from their relatively remote location.

The goat milk does not have a great demand in market, so that is used for their own consumption, especially for their children by the villagers.

He knows that the village is where they must return to when things become better. That is why he has left some of his trusted people to look after their homes and assets despite the damage they had suffered due to torrential rain.

Most of the mud houses and thatch abodes known locally as chapras, had collapsed in the rain.

Only the few brick and mortar houses built by the relatively more affluent of the community remained standing.

But for all intents and purposes, the village was their home, while Jabal, where they made their temporary dwellings, was a place of refuge from scarcity and paucity of cash that could enable them to but fodder for their cattle.

This area, which was chosen by his ancestors, provides him and his people as refuge where they can eke out a subsistence living along with their animals whenever they have to leave the village due to adverse climatic conditions.

He sits there watching his womenfolk busy in their household chores of tending to the cattle, fetching water and milking the cattle while the children play around the open space or sit huddled in clusters. 

While acknowledging the benefits of the move to their ancestral land, Naseer is mindful of a major downside of this migration. He is sad because of the disruption in the children’s education. Because this is not a revenue village, there is no government school here for them. 

Jabal is in a pocket of invisibility. There is a winding road about 35 kilometres away from the main highway. The fruits of development do not ripen along that small road. So no school, nor any Basic Health Unit.   There is a wind turbine set up by a Chinese company within sight. But no job opportunities for this community.

Such migration by the community may last for months and this disruption is not conducive to continuing school education. In fact, across Sindh, such migrations are the reason for the high rate of school drop outs. 

He sees the frequent to and fro as detrimental to the continuity of education for the children. He realizes its importance for their future because despite being the Imam or the prayer leader of the local mosque, he missed out on any formal education.

Interestingly, but not surprisingly, this concern does not extend to the girls of the community. Culturally there is still resistance to the concept of sending girls to school. One reason is the responsibility put on their shoulders for all house chores, especially fetching of water which consumes the better part of their day.

The area of Jabal is their fall back option. The only Plan B of the community for when the going gets tough and they cannot sustain their livestock at their permanent abode. 

The very limited options available mean that when climate is not kind to their livestock, they move, because their lives are inexorably linked with the health of their cattle.

He has a satisfied yet wistful look on his face as he sees his livestock forage on the plentiful bushes and grass available as fodder for them; the main reason for having migrating to Jabal.

Life was much more comfortable in the village where they had access to running water and transport on the main road. Despite this they were forced to move to this relatively remote area they could call their own..

The recent rains had been a boon and there was food aplenty in Jabal for the cattle. Presence of medicinal herbs and bushes meant they are able to take care of minor ailments as knowledge about their healing properties had been handed down to them by their elders.

Besides availability of natural vegetation, the land made fertile by recent rains also allows the villagers to grow some corn, which is a quick turn around crop. 

Migration to Jabal is a tough trade off. Life for the livestock may be better here but it is definitely more difficult for the people especially women. While they had access to running water in Chhato Chand , here the water source is quite far from the village.

They are dependent on the water that collects in a depression for household and livestock use. In Jabal they have to carry utensils and fetch water in them, which makes life additionally difficult.

He says despite these hardships, knowing that they at least have some ancestral land to move to when it becomes difficult to stay in their village is a blessing.

It is unlike the fate of  many other communities who drift from place to place seeking food and forage, many times being displaced from where they set up a temporary abode because the landowner does not want them there. Those climate migrants are in a far more pitiable condition than Naseer’s Brohi clan. 

He does point out to some encroachments on ‘their’ land which is in proximity of the KIV water supply scheme for Karachi.

He is however, not too worried about that fact that his clan does not hold any title deed, as over all these years, that has not posted a problem to his people making use of this place.

The beginning of ‘encroachment’ however, is reflective of plight of all indigineous people who run the risk of displacement from their ancestoral land simply because they hold no papers to back their claims over it. 

Internationally, rights of the indigineous people are being recognized as legal and laws are being framed to encompass the legal as well as traditional rights. 

Laws in Pakistan too continue to evolve and the need is to accelerate the process to bring the marginalized communities like the inhabitants of Chhato Chand into the mainstream. They should offer them security and peace of mind about the land they have called their own for generations.

In a similar manner, laws and policies need to be congnizant of the plight of the climigrants, whose number will continue to grow in the wake of slow onset disasters like desertification and drought.

Such changes force communities like Naseer’s ancestor to go in search of ‘greener pastures.’ 

The cataclysmic disasters such as storms, floods and excessive rainfall catch the eye because of the scale of damage and displacement and the immediacy of response required. 

Such disasters blinds even policy makers to the population shifts that occur due to the slow onset disasters triggered by climate events in slow motion.

Such changes cause a bigger and longer duration displacement, which need to be dealt with because the pressure of the moving community, and their livestock on the new area’s ecology also needs to be mapped.

Resource depletion in one place may induce migration, but the pressure of the migrant community on the new location may cause depletion there too over a longer period of time… on the biodiversity, on the soil fertility, on the vegitative cover. 

Sometimes it is not just the mere increase in population but the unchanged consumption habits of a community that can lead to resource depletion. 

Right now, in the climate change conversation in Pakistan, these voices are unheard. There is hardly any reflection in the existing National Climate Change Policy.

Even the disaster management plans do not acknowledge and address the trend of climate induced migrations. They are mostly reactive, coming into action after a disaster has occurred.

Organizations like Islamic Relief Pakistan have been conducting research through academia to map out the extent and intensity of the problem. Climate Change adaptation and resilience building has been the core component of all its program and interventions.

Its VOCAL (Voices Organized for Climate Change Advocacy and Lobbying) campaign where in voices from the field are being brought to the fore has been conducted in conjunction with the University of Sindh, Centre for Coastal and Deltaic Studies (CCDS).

The research has mapped out several communities in Thatta and Badin, following an agrarian life as well as of fisherfolk, and traced clear indications of displacement induced by climate change.

Speaking about the programme Sarmad Iqbal, Advocacy and Campaigns specialists at IR, said VOCAL was initiated to strengthen the understanding of provincial and national Government departments, media, academic, lawyers, and faith leaders. The objective is to raise climate awareness and shed light on the issues from a multi-dimensional and multi-institutional perspectives.

It is imperative that the research findings gain resonance in the new documents and policy plans. The measures needed may fall under the umbrella of mitigation, adaptations, or climate action, which Pakistan claims to have met 10 years ahead of target, but unless the people on the ground reap the fruits of those actions through resource equity and justice, the achievement will ring hollow to them.

The inequities and injustices were thrown up during the unprecedented monsoon deluge of 2020 that impacted both urban and Southern rural Sindh. However there was wide chasm in the attention that urban disaster garnered in media, and subsequent response among the authorities, and the already marginalized, poor and dispossessed in rural areas.

While it is true that these inequities played out within the urban areas as well, seen by the way some parts of Karachi and Hyderabad gained the eyeballs through mainstream media, while others relied on attention garnered through what we can term as citizen journalism, it took a lot longer for people in the rural areas to receive attention, and relief.

Pakistan is consistently appearing high on the global climate vulnerability index put out each year by GermanWatch.

The slow onset disasters set in motion by Climate change are likely to barrel into the ones whose frequency and ferocity is increasing, impacting large swathe of land and the people inhabiting it.

This is true for vulnerable areas of Pakistan ranging from the mountain ranges in the North vulnerable to GLOF (Glacial Lake Outburst Floods) or the desertification being witnessed in the Cholistan in Southern Punjab, Tharparkar in Sindh and large arid areas of Balochistan. We see no projections of the scale of human displacement and migration as a result of these phenomena which are likely to be exacerbated due to Climate Change.

Sindh is about to finalize its Climate Change policy. Now is the time to embed the factor of climate induced migration, map the locations of vulnerable communities and plan for their relocation where they can sustain their life with dignity. 

Waqar Phulpoto, who is the focal person for Government of Sindh for the Climate Change policy when approached said the policy has almost been finalized but he will definitely be open to addressing the question of Climate Induced Migration to make it all encompassing and responsive policy.

There needs to be proactive engagement with organizations, community leaders and development sector personnel to make sure the policy response is adequate and just. This is also the only we will be able to meet our commitments to the whole range of Sustainable Development Goals, to which Pakistan signed on.

Because they all stream into each other, stand alone meeting of just one goal is not likely to help in meeting the objective that they have highlighted. It is in Pakistan’s own interest that all Climate Change measures be taken while keeping an eye on the SDGs, because they are as cross-sectoral as is Climate Change as a looming threat.

Only then we will be able to claim that we have the interest of Naseer Brohi and his community at heart.

Text: Afia Salam

Background information: Adnan and Rafi ul Haq

Photos contributed by: Adnan, Rafi ul Haq, Shabina Faraz, Fariha Fatima, Abdullah Rajpar

Videos contributes by: Sidrah Dar and Khalil

Video edits by: Fursid

Learning from Steve Jobs

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Steve Jobs, the co-founder, chairman, and chief executive officer of Apple Inc, is no longer in this world, but his memories and work will live on. Every single eye in the world shed tears on his death. He is a role model for everyone especially the youth of Pakistan. He never lost hope and you shouldn’t either.

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World Water Day 2018:Nature Based Solutions

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Screen Shot 2018-03-22 at 11.15.47 pm.pngOn World Water Day 2018, think water, think women, and think Nature Based Solutions, or NBS as they are called. Why women? Because there is a clear water and women nexus in most communities that places the responsibility of fetching water, and its judicious use, on women.

Why Nature? Because as has been explained in the theme:

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This makes perfect sense where there is a paucity of resources to meet the dire needs of water access for communities.

It also makes sense because grey structures interfere with Nature. Their negative impacts in the surrounding, and downstream areas have been widely documented.

Nature based solutions allow benefit from Nature’s bounty while allowing it to also replenish and sustain itself, and life, human, animal, insect and plant, life around it.

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I have been fortunate to have witnessed one such solution implemented through the Indus Earth Trust Water for Women project being implemented in Kohistan union council of Thatta District with the assistance of Coca-Cola Foundation.

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ar all too soon, especially in the summer when rapid evapouration takes place.

The area gets rain for a few days twice a year and that is is only source of water.

Screen Shot 2018-03-22 at 11.21.17 pm.png Women, who bear the physical and social burden of fetching water have to go further and further in search of the watering holes to fetch water for household use as well as take livestock there to fulfil their needs.

The heavy containers of water on their heads take a toll on their physical health, and the distance consumes the better part of their day as sometimes they have to make the trek thrice to meet their needs.

There is no getting away from this arduous, tortuous task no matter which state of sickness or health they are in. Girls as young as eight years carry a container their physical capacity would allow them, and trudge along with their mothers in search of water.

Bringing water is such a gender specific task that all waking hours of the females revolve around it. This not just compromises their physical well being but also deprives them of a chance to acquire education.

The simple nature based solution that Indus Earth Trust settled on was to ensure the presence of water around the year closer to the scattered villages, by excavating those natural depressions so they could become a large reservoir that could store a lot more water than was otherwise possible.

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By adhering to the principle of minimal interference with nature, the reservoirs filled as a result of rain water harvesting, have been left unlined, to facilitate the replenishment of the aquifer through ground-water recharge, that meets with Coca-Cola’s objectives.

Through a specialized method of quantifying the amount of replenishment, in the past 1 year since the project began, LimnoTech’s quantification shows 150.4 Million Litre replenished through these 24 reservoirs.

This is just an indicator of the benefits of looking for low tech, simple Nature Based Solutions to solving problems related to Water.

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also read:

Another intervention in Kohistan:

http://newslinemagazine.com/magazine/a-tool-for-school/

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March 22, 2018 at 8:41 pm

Let’s ‘Disrupt’ Pakistan!

IMG-20171104-WA0032Disrupt? really? Does that raise eyebrows? Were you taken aback? Well let me tell you right off the bat that a dinosaur like me certainly was! God forbid.. bite your tongue, rolling of the eyes so on and so forth!

And that is when I learnt that actually, there is a lot of weight in the saying that ‘understand the context first.’ Well the context of the word disruptive for a dinosaur like me only had negative connotations! It was synonymous with destruction and disturbance. It meant rocking the boat, making waves, kicking people out of their comfort zones. Now I know that makes a lot of people uncomfortable.img-20171104-wa0031.jpg

But oh well sometimes the company you keep pushes your boundaries. Now I interact with the communities #geeks and #techies, through their guru, my school friend @Jehan Ara who takes them under their wing as the Big Bird at the tech incubator she heads at the @The Nest I/O in #Karachi

This is a fraternity that has spun the meaning of the word on its head and attached all the possible positives with it as they could find. So in their ecosystem, ‘disrupt’ means shaking up an archaic, stagnant system that is not responsive to the needs of the changing times. It means not just bypassing a system that serves more as a stumbling block than as a facilitator, but by charting a new system that democratizes opportunities and takes them to the boundaries of the outliers.

In a connected, shrinking world where technology is making history of so many traditional market places and services, they feel they can get their share of the pie if they strike out like they see small startups making exponential growth at the global level. So many global leaders have emerged out of garages that it gives hopes to the new generation of entrepreneurs who want to tap into the new world that values ideas and knowledge before it looks at anything tangible and physical like a merchandise produced at a physical space.

The energy seen on the opening day of the #021Disrupt Conference hosted by #TheNestiO shows that there are many out there who are not willing to wait for the ‘system’ to fall into place. They want legislation, taxation reforms, infrastructure like incubation centres that provide them the tools, mentorship and investment on a day before yesterday basis.

They got to hear from the experts.. on tech startup who made it big, from technology giants like google about the tools available to help them, from venture capitalists who informed them how perception management of the country is important. They were unanimous in their opinion that that was the responsibility of the entire ecosystem to do that.

The encouraging thing is the size of the Pakistan market because of its population size. This is why it stands a good chance to draw in investment, just like India, Indonesia. Turkey, East Africa and Middle East will also draw it but Middle East’s total population maybe large but is divided in 22 countries.

Pakistan is a growing market with a lot of potential for investment eventually. However, local investment will attract global funding. Before that there needs to be an ecosystem that needs to shed its cumbersome regulatory top down approach. There are many grey areas that need to be navigated as far as SECP and FBR are concerned.

One common thread from the The payment cycle for start ups is one of the main reasons for failure, aside from a lack of a good enough team. But interconnected to the issue of payment is the route of payment as #Paypal still is not there and the #fintech solutions being worked through the State Bank of Pakistan need to be easier to use.

On the subject of failure, which cropped up repeatedly in the conversations of various panelists, the common theme was to view it as a learning process. But the learning also needs to be at the end of the venture capitalists which need to be data driven. Also all digital innovation has mostly been adopted not by the traditionalists but by the fringe.

The encouraging note was that a market need is assessed, and solution to meet it was provided, and then came the connection with the regulator. If it was done the other way around, it would probably be a non starter.

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Sidra Iqbal in a Fireside chat with Dr. Umar Saif

And this is why people like Dr. Umar Saif are so valuable where they are at the moment as they have gone with an understanding of the ecosystem into the corridors of power to disrupt the hidebound structures there. The only problem is, there aren’t enough such persons in #Pakistan with the clout needed to accelerate the disruption if we do not want to stay stuck in playing the game of catch!

So just a quarter of the proceedings done, and this dinosaur has now understood a new meaning of disruption, and understanding it as something really positive, and needed. So come on folks, let us disrupt Pakistan so propel it forward and leave the stagnant pool behind.

With some of the best Venture Capital firms meeting startups at the 021Disrupt, this opportunity is something the tech sector was just waiting for to get that much needed leg up. Let us see how they are able to capitalize on it.

 

 

 

 

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November 4, 2017 at 9:02 am

Memons on my mind!

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Now we all know the nexus between Memons and money.. well if one community knows how to put the money where the mouth is, it is them. From building hospitals to schools and orphanages and mosques, to technical training institutes to so many other philanthropic ventures, they have done it all Yes yes there are palatial houses and flashy cars and glitz and glamour too, but besides all that, this is a community of doers that shares and cares.

So while all of Pakistani cricket lovers crib about being starved of their beloved game, they pulled open the pursestrings and launched the Memon Super League in style! And because nothing succeeds like success, are now into its second season for which the players draft has been held and 7 teams chosen who will be facing off against one another in three of Karachi’s best flood lit stadia.

I can perceive some raised eyebrows from people who have known me while reading this. Not because I am waxing lyrical about a community, but because I am talking about a ‘super league’ .. an oldie like me, who is way out of her league at there ‘player drafts’ and auctions, which somehow I always viewed with a bit of distaste and suspicion.

Why? Well it is all part of my growing up process into the game of cricket. In the age of the dinosaurs (Your’s Truly) Test cricket was not just the ‘real’ thing but it was the only thing! Even the Sunday League in England, that birthed the concept of One Day Cricket, started later (yes I know I am giving away my age by saying that).

However, rooted as i was in the cerebral contest that Test cricket was, I was still young enough to welcome and enjoy the advent of limited overs’ cricket in the form of ODIs. This is why when my cricket writing idol, Omer Kureishi, whose writing and commentary had a deep imprint on my cricket learning, said that ‘it was not cricket,’ i put it down to him being a purist and a traditionalist.

What I didn’t realize at that time was that this shortened version would be further truncated to the Americanish, slam bang T20 format! Now here I was echoing Omer Saheb, we we all called him… by lamenting, albeit weakly, that ‘this is not cricket.’

But then came the IPS, BPS, PSL et all.. and i thought we had all lost our way, as sure THIS couldn’t be cricket! OMG..they buy and sell players? and what’s with these skimpily dressed women cavorting along the boundary line. And what in tarnations is this Power Play etc. I was keeping pace till electronic umpire was introduced but then i let go of the game that was the air i breathed and food i ate. Until these Memons drew me in, to my own surprise:

 

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Shoaib Mohammad

It took Pakistan star opener Shoaib Mohammad, scion of the legendary Mohammad family, who had graciously accepted the invitation to come and show support, to take me through the paces and explain to me how the entire system worked. He was familiar with many of the persons present, and felt confident that they would be able to make it a very successful tournament, given their past experience in the promotion of the game.

And when Emmad Hameed started the auction (shudder shudder) of the players, my young friend Faisal Kapadia probably saw my expression and came to explain that it isn’t always about Memons and money… as the points being used by the team owners are of non-monetary value (phew).

As as i said before.. I was drawn in. Boy oh boy i thought it was just the game on the field that could get competitive but i was wrong. The auction was as competitive as it gets! Guess cricket excites emotions on and off the field. The Memons sure knew their boys, but they also roped in non-Memon players to allow the boys from their community to get the flavour of competitive cricket, and get a crack at the bigger league of the game.

That basically is the aspiration. The destination. To play in the big league with the big boys. The journey to that destination is the Memon Super League, now in its second season, and garnering support from some big sponsors who have invested to give the boys a chance to play at three of the best flood lit grounds of Karachi, the Rashid Latif Academy, The Asghar Ali Shah Stadium, and the tucked away in a corner but a very well maintained IBA stadium at the Karachi University.

With specially prepared colourful kits for the teams (Memons.. textile business.. you know.. wink wink) and attractive prizes, the boys are all set to set the grounds alight with the willow and leather. So come independence day on August 14, 2017, and we shall see a lot of engaging, entertaining cricketing activity in different parts of the city. What better way to gain independence from boredom and cricket starvation.

Yes Yes.. I admit to accepting T20 as cricket as it lights up the faces of the legion of fans this game has. Let is have cricket. More of it the better.. Theek chey?

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Once upon a Christmas in a Town called Hussain D’Silva

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I was introduced to Christmas for the merry-christmasfirst time as a four year old when we moved to Karachi. I was put in a ‘Christian’ (NOT Missionary) school, and lived in the upper portion of a house where a Christian family lived, whose daughter was my classmate. Being a diffident newcomer, I tailed her in school, and recall being gently led out of the chapel where she had to go for her religious class. I can’t for the life of me remember what we non-Christians were taught at that time.

So that is how i experienced my first Christmas, saw a Christmas tree, and exchange of gifts. But my real, and most memorable Christmas experiences were when we moved to a small housing colony (not gated, Thank you!) in North Nazimabad, known as Hussain D’Silva Town.

Strange name, but very apt; it was a joining of the names of two friends who were architects and developers, one of whom, Mr. Hussain passed away a few years ago while Mr. D’Silva moved to Canada. Little did they know what a little intellectual oasis they were forming.  Some big names of the country in journalism, arts, in the armed forces, advertising industry, poets, writers and television personalities trace their roots to Hussain D’Silva Town.

This little housing colony developed in the late 50’s for the new upwardly mobile middle class was where I got my first taste of pluralism and diversity. Our house was next to the one housing a Church. In those peaceful, trusting times, few houses had gates and most had waist high walls that were no barrier to children visiting their neighbours. I of course was intrigued at the stream of people coming to the church in the evening, yes, every evening, not just Sunday, and would watch over the wall.

The neighbourhood was dotted with houses belonging to Muslims of all sects (though we didn’t know what that word meant at the time), Christians, a lone Hindu family and I think there was one Parsi family.  We as children had no clue why some neighbours had open house for Haleem and others for koondey. Everyone went there. Come Moharram, and all of the children would be part of the sabeel group. On eid we knew there were some familieid-mubarakes who went to somewhere other than the mohalla masjid  for their eid prayers because they were from the Ahmadiya community, but that only meant that we had to wait for them to return so the children could get together to go around on the eidi collection mission.

It was here that I learnt what Christmas was. It was a time when the Christian schoolmates and neighbours would decorate their houses, go shopping for new clothes, and presents, and ‘do up’ the St. Jude’s Church, which had moved from the neighbouring house to a proper premises; a premises which had been ‘financed’ by those living in Hussain D’Silva Town, Muslims Hindus, Parsis, alongside the Christian residents,  by way of generous contribution to making the annual fete in November a success. Everyone dug into their pockets.

Of course this does not mean we were passive watchers of the Christmas preparations. Oh no. Just like they would come visit us, in all their finery, over both eids, on which the sawiyan and the meat from the sacrificial animals used to be sent to their houses too, minus our Hindu neighbours to whom we went fruits and mithai, Christmas was a busy time for us too.

After all, if we were hoping to consume the delicious melt-in-the mouth almond toffee or kur kurs or the divine cheeselets that were the staple Christmas fare, we had to do our share of the hard work. More than a week before Christmas, we would be at our friends, helping them unpack and string up the decoration items on the tree, help their moms in the arduous task of stirring the toffee or frying the other goodies. Other party of the ‘must be a part of Christmas rituals was seeing our friends go Christmas carolling… how can one forget the groups of carol singers moving through the streets in the cold winter nights. No one really snuggled in the beds, as how could one not listen, to the final ‘product’ after their weeks of practise.

Then of course on Christmas day, it was our turn to play the visitors, and we too would don our fine feathers and go for the Christmas visits, armed with presents, and devoured the goodies which included the ‘non-Christmassy cake’ especially plated up for the Muslim visitors as it was sans rum which was part and parcel of the Christmas fruit cake.

Those who had special friends among the Christians, like I luckily did, would receive a plateful of goodies on Christmas eve. The older and more adventurous ones joined their friends in the midnight mass at the Church. This was a norm, across Karachi, not just in Hussain D’Silva Town.

But imagine what proved to be the icing on the cake! not just metaphorically but literally! In 1974, Eid ul Azha and Christmas fell on the same day! The entire Town wore a festive look and the difference between visitor and hosts was no longer there. Every greeting elicited the answer of ‘same to you’ and ‘khair mubarak’ in a perfect display of coexistence.  I miss the Christmas in Hussain D’Silva Town. I wish my city of Karachi had many more such oasis.

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December 25, 2016 at 4:09 pm

Getting through December 21

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For almost a quarter of a century, getting through 21st December had been a difficult task. To cope with it, I deliberately kept myself busy. This was the day I lost my bulwark! The one person who allowed me to be what I am went out of my life, and for many years after that, it became a conscious exercise not to instinctively look for him to share my joys and achievements with, because he was no longer there.

Unlike many fathers, he never really encouraged, or discouraged me. He was that one constant, dependable presence who would be the fallback in case my mad escapades with career choices or hobbies wouldn’t work out. Thankfully they usually did, so I didn’t really have to be dissuaded from much. The emphatic NO was something I do not remember experiencing, because of the clearly defined boundaries.

The suddenness of his departure was the real reason of difficulty of dealing with December 21, until years later, another influential person helped to divert the thoughts because of the happiness associated with him and this date. My father’s death anniversary coincided with Little Master Hanif Mohammad’s birthday, which always merited a celebration.

He and his gracious family would always invite my children and me to the celebrations and despite the mind drifting all day to Dec.21 of 1990, the evening would be filled with laughter, music and celebration.

Today is the first December 21 that he too is not there, so i guess the day must be of mixed emotions for his family too.

Guess that is what life is all about.You move on.. memories remain.

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December 22, 2016 at 3:39 am

That date.. December 16th!

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16th. December should be a date seared into the psyche of Pakistanis right? But is it? Twice this date has brought immeasurable grief to Pakistan.Grief, ignominy, shame, pain, loss, and a lingering question of why it happened and could it have been prevented.

I am of course referring to the two cataclysmic events in our history; events that led to the fall of Dhaka (Dacca as it was known as in those days) on 16th, December 1971, and the murder of our innocent school children and their brave teachers in the Peshawar Army Public School on the same date in 2014.

What do you remember about December 1971?  I was still in school, but old enough to remember the 1965 war, which just brushed by the Karachiites, so the sight of tracer bullets in the sky was something strange on that cold December night in 1971 when Karachi was attacked. Because of 1965 and the the belief that was fed to us post 1965, until Air Marshal Nur Khan busted the myth, we were sure that since  we had won the 1965 war, we would overcome the enemy in this one too.

After all, weren’t we holding out in East Pakistan despite great difficulty? Didn’t we just hear our President Yahya Khan say we would defeat the enemy? It was all over the newspapers too and of course the contrarian news on BBC was just plain lies and that Mark Tully was anti-Pakistan anyway!

Even when the entire city lit up due to the missile strike on the oil tanks at Karachi’s shoreline, where my father worked; even  the shaking of the ground due to the bombing by Indian Aircraft which led to loss of life in areas like Agra Taj colony, it didn’t really shake us out of the belief that ultimately we would prevail. Despite the immense sadness at loss of precious lives in the missile attack on our naval ship Khyber in which a dear neighbour went down, the enormity of the situation was lost on us because of the narrative we were consuming.

And on December 16, that sanitized narrative spoke of a ‘ceasefire agreement’  and laying down of the arms by ‘Tiger’ Niazi in Dhaka. We didn’t understand the ashen faces of our elders, many of whom wept like children. Fall of Dhaka was a term coined much later. The attention shifted from us schoolgirls going house to house collecting for the defence funds to collecting stuff to make packets for the POWs. That became part and parcel of the school activities which had resumed soon after.

Fast forward many years to when I was working with a leading channel of the country. I was responsible for the content of our morning show that was 180 degrees opposed to the kind of shows aired these days. It handled important subjects sensitively and intelligently through the @Ayeshah Alam and @Faisal Qureishi duo.

We did special programmes on special occasions. When I suggested that December 16 should be dedicated to this unfortunate chapter in our national history, there were raised eyebrows, but only because some in the team, the generation that grew up after 1971, were not aware of the significance of the day. They however readily agreed.

However the initial reaction had given me another idea.. to spur the discussion, we sent a reporter, @Huzaima Bukhari to an elite school to ask what the significance of that date was. The answers were too embarrassing to even narrate here. The reporter called back to say she had not been able to get one correct answer. We told her to go to the history teacher to ask why none of the children knew the answer and no marks for guessing what she said!

We, a nation of  ostriches, just buried our head in the sand, and moved on as if nothing happened from which lessons needed to be drawn. True to the saying that ‘we learn from history, that we never learn from history,’ we kept alienating our own, we kept on a path of discriminatory development, making the wrong friends, creating enemies right left and center, and nurturing snakes in the backyard.

Fast forward again to another 16th. December, in 2014, when these snakes hissed and bit us, at the Army Public School in Peshawar. The heart kept sinking lower and the entire atmosphere bore a pall of gloom as news of the attack trickled in. Not just Pakistan but everywhere those images of brutality against the innocent students and their brave teachers went, people recoiled in shock and horror. There was not a dry eye when the parents bid farewell to their beloved children. Toughest of journalists broke down when they went to APS.

The State seemed to suddenly wake from its slumber and resolved not to forgive, or forget. while offering the salve of ‘martydom’ of these children, who had been brutally murdered. It launched the Zarb e Azb. The shock and awe treatment was supposed to have wiped out these barbarians. The National Action Plan was supposed to ACT against all those elements who were perpetrators of horror against our soldiers, our children, the ordinary persons in the street going about their business in bazaars, the people in masjid, mandir, imambargahs and churches.

Today, two years after APS, we again remember those innocent souls and pray for the families who lost their loved ones. There are promises of never forgetting them. But in between there are many others who jostle for a place in our collective memories. Shirakpur reminds us that the NAP was perhaps napping, the large gatherings of the proscribed organizations, the threats hurled by sectarian organizations, the targeting of ‘minorities’ (the word I hate to use, because for me constitutionally, there are none); the glorification of killers like Mumtaz Qadri, the intransigence of Lal masjid mula Abdul Aziz, and the deep deep sorrow of the people of Quetta like the Hazaras, families of police cadets and its entire generation of young lawyers indicate inaction rather than any action or a plan.

After what recently happened in Chakwal to the Ahmadiyya community, can we really say that there is a NAP? Even after what Justice Qazi Faez Isa has put down in the Quetta Inquiry Commission Report?

Can we really claim that we will never forget December 16?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written by afiasalam

December 16, 2016 at 10:18 am

Hospital, Gilchrist & cricketing DNA!

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When one visits someone in the hospital, the conversation usually is about the hows and how are yous, doctors, medicines, and what have you… besides of course  expression of good wishes for the patient and prayers for a speedy recovery, and offer of assistance to the caregivers.  Hardly, if ever, it veers too far away from the topic.

Well I was in for a different lesson in my hospital visit to see a very dear person who has been very ill. I also realized that while in Urdu, if something becomes a distinct character trait, we usually say ‘yeh uski ghutti mein hai;’ the closest phrase to it in English is the contemporary term of something being a part of the DNA! I know it is usually said as a form of exaggeration, but how true it actually is hit home today.

The legendary cricketer Hanif Mohammad, our Little Master has been very ill, and hospitalised for days. Yes he has been battling cancer, very bravely, but what got him into the hospital was a severe chest infection, because of which he was barely able to speak. Aggressive treatment and admission to the special care unit stablized but exhausted him out, so that he was in a deep sleep for hours.

The visitors too were careful, talking in barely audible whispers so as not to disturb him. However, as he opened his eyes, he spotted former Pakistan captain Mohammad Yousuf standing by his bedside and after the greetings and inquiries about the health were over, launched into a purely cricketing discussion, reminiscing about when he almost got a century in each innings against Australia, thwarted by a bad umpiring decision, which of course he didn’t contest and walked off, but which was admitted to by the opposition players as well.

While his son Shoaib attempted to take charge of the conversation by recounting the incident, Hanif Mohammad, who had woken up when our conversation had probably risen above the level of whispers, was absolutely lucid in his interjections. The drawl in his voice was there due to the weakness but there was not a hint of uncertainty about the games of long ago. I immediately understood that this clarity was because  it was cricket he was talking about which was in his ghutti… in his DNA… which no illness could alter!

Call from another Pakistan captain, Zaheer Abbas meant that the conversation stayed the course, with Hanif Mohammd complimenting  the caller by reminding him of his title of Asian Bradman and of his several double centuries. Such clarity after serious illness? Deep drug and exhaustion induced sleep? Nah! put it down to DNA!

IMG_20160802_215456And then came Gilchrist in the room… that fearsome West Indian pacer, the nemesis of all batsmen in the line of his lethal projectiles.

Aided by Shoaib, Hanif Mohammad took us on a trip down his memory lane to that glorious match at Barbados in the West Indies where he not only faced the fearsome Gilchrist, but walked right into the record books with his knock spread over 999 minutes… erroneously written in the Wisden as 16 hrs. 10 minutes.

(The actual duration of the longest innings to date in Test cricket has been mentioned as 16 hrs 39 mins … with its entire commentary etched onto a LonIMG_20160802_215148g Play record presented to him after the match.)

Innings that started with Pakistan in dire straits, following-on with a deficit of 473 as the score card would show, a familiar situation for the young Hanif Mohammad.

IMG_20160802_215251He faced the pacers any which way he could, in the days of folded towels inside pockets serving as cushioned guards, and flimsy (by today’s standards) pads, NO HELMETS, and certainly no No Ball calls from the umpires to the beamers aimed at the head by Gilchrist each time his ball was hit for a four!

Gilchrist was the stuff of every batsman’s nightmare, with arms dangling down to below knees, and a fiery temper spurring his catapulting of the ball out of his hands at speeds hitherto unknown. Hanif recalled with a chuckle how even a slight touch of the bat would make the ball race to the boundary, simply because it came at him with such great speed.IMG_20160802_215154

The father and son recounted Gilchrist’s vile temper which ultimately led him to being jailed for assault and battery as he had hit his wife with an iron! And to think that our diminutive  Little Master faced him and his ilk of equally ferocious fast bowlers simply on the dint of his determination and technique.

IMG_20160802_215420This firmly established him as the mainstay of Pakistan’s batting line up and earned him accolades across the cricketing world and recognition at home from the highest quarters. 337 with 26 fours, 16 threes, 40 twos and 105 singles were no mean feat!

Between his daughter in law Shazia and my exhortations to him not to speak too much, I couldn’t suppress a smile on his very matter of fact answer ‘well he didn’t really get to hit me on my pads’ (of course… perfect technique after all) when Shoaib asked if Gilchrist’s deliveries hit the body!

DNA again eh? The frailties of the physical body have done nothing to the sharp mind and wonderful memory. Get well soon Hanif Bhai. May we accompany you on many more of these trips down memory lane.

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All pictures from Hanif Mohammad’s autobiography “Playing For Pakistan”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written by afiasalam

August 2, 2016 at 9:36 pm

How green was my city

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Reclaiming nature

How did Karachi go from being a city of green spaces to a soulless metropolis, and what can be done to make it green again?

by Afia Salam

I have vivid memories of my mother’s consternation when we moved to Karachi in the early ’60s. Coming to Karachi from lush green Wah Cantt, she found it annoying and tedious to dust the furniture twice a day — Karachi back then was little better than a dust pan; a windy city with billows of dust swirling in its wide open spaces, and into homes.

The newer settlements of the then capital city had more open grounds than parks, like the patches within neighbourhoods, as well as bigger spaces like Nishtar Park or Polo Ground, etc. The neighbourhood parks it did have, too, were more like dusty playgrounds, with a fringe of grassy tract skirting it.

Family outings to parks meant going to the ‘older’ areas of the city where proper parks had been established by the municipality. Be they the Zoological and Botanical Gardens, then known as the Gandhi Gardens, or the Jehangir Park, Frere Gardens, Jheel Park in PECHS, the park in Clifton just after Do Talwar or further down at Old Clifton, or the grassy terraces alongside the Jehangir Kothari Parade to name a few. Hill Park and Aziz Bhatti Parks were additions that came much later, when Karachi had already lost its status as the capital.

Tamarindus (Imli) indica pods -Photo by B.navez via Wikimedia Commons

These and some other patches of green, like the Gutter Bagheecha, complimented the sprawl of the city at that time. They had shady trees, water bodies and grassy tracts, as parks are supposed to have. However, the sudden and burgeoning growth meant that attention needed to be diverted to other sectors, and land became a diminishing commodity, generating its own push and pull dynamics, which slowly saw the encroachment of these parks.

The unbridled increase in population also meant that the balance between the people and green spaces, or tree cover was disturbed, and over the years Karachi became a concrete jungle, with only a smattering of green spaces, which were wholly inadequate. This, of course, I needed to state to just set a context to people who lament at the denuding of Karachi’s greenery, which is taking place, but is only a generation old.

EACH DOING THEIR PART: HOW CITIZENS HELPED KEEP KARACHI GREEN

Although most parts of Karachi were laid according to a plan, like Nazimabad, North Nazimabad, Federal B Area, etc, attention to tree plantation fell by the wayside as there was not a single master plan that was adhered to. Residents deserve more credit for the tree cover than the civic agencies; they planted fruit trees as well as flowering ones that gave aesthetics to the city, and nurtured them. Most of the older houses that had space still have large trees.

The concretisation of the city also jolted the horticulturists into action who wanted to cover the spaces, and that is when the city witnessed the first of its planned ‘mistakes’. Eucalyptus was planted everywhere in the city, as it was a fast growing, shady, ‘air purifying’ tree that also had commercial value, and could help lower the water table as its roots sought water. They were planted on road sides and medians, along storm drains, as well as in the newly-reclaimed land of the DHA which had a high water table.

No one had anticipated the thirst of its roots, which travelled a long way to seek water, breaking open the water pipes and popping up through the cemented storm drains. On the other hand, the trees planted along the road side in the early ’40s and ’50s, like the peepal, etc, were now entangling with the overhead wires that came to signify the utilities of the metropolis.

The proverbial fell swoop comes with just a few lines on an official paper with the signature of the competent authority, who ordered the cutting of the ‘offending trees’. This somehow seems to have become the order of the day for Karachi, whose green dream fails to materialise due to this ‘one step forward, two steps back’ approach. Not that the city’s citizens took such government decisions lying down; many fought back and succeeded (see The green dreamers).

A CONCRETE JUNGLE IN THE MAKING

The city’s ‘development’ and concretisation continued, and in mid-2000, the need for a green Karachi led to the massive planting of Conocarpus, a fast growing species that has spread to all parts of Karachi, despite there being clear guidelines against the planting of alien invasive species. It may have increased the green cover, but certainly not without posing health and environmental hazards. Why a species like Conocarpus was chosen is confusing especially since there are many native and local tree species that are more suitable to the city’s environment and weather (see Going native).

This species has been identified as a carrier of allergens that cause respiratory problems. Not only was the species chosen unwisely, it was planted in a manner that it overtook all existing local plants. Monoculture, or planting of only one species, is against all tree plantation protocols, but they were all bypassed so that all one sees around one are Conocarpus, to the disadvantage of the local trees like neem and lignum that had earlier dotted avenues and medians. Monoculture is known to disturb the bird population and that too has been observed in Karachi, with birds not preferring to nest in this tree.

While it did increase the green cover of Karachi, it brought no significant benefit as the tree offers little shade, or a lowering of the temperature due to the type of its leaves. In a coastal city like Karachi, it also posed a hazard to vehicular traffic in strong breeze because of its weak branches; and because of its fast growing nature, it hit the overhead electricity wires at a faster rate, requiring greater maintenance.

One reason could be that despite time, expense and effort spent in the preparation of plans by technical experts, they are sidelined or not fully implemented — horticulturists and plant ecologists were part of the technical committee that advised on the appropriate species for Karachi. Considerable work had been done to draw up a Comprehensive Plan on Forestation, Aesthetic Plantation and Landscaping for Karachi as part of the Karachi Strategic Development Plan 2020 during the time of the City District Government of Karachi. The report charted the planting potential in green belts along roads, rivers, highways, link roads, agricultural fields, blank lands, roundabouts and streets, according to the soil conditions and water availability.

Commericalism and ‘development’ also often trump the need for green space. Billboards, for instance, are a big business and there are many agencies involved in the entire operation. There are allegations of corruption in the way they operate to the detriment of the environment, and because there is no central control over the agencies, a measure taken in one area usually does not get replicated in the other. Not only do they pose a hazard and destroy the aesthetics of the city, they have contributed to the loss of the tree cover through clandestine cutting where only pruning was allowed.

Photo by White Star
Photo by White Star

Another issue that is now causing concern is the plan to strip the route of the Green Line of all its trees, almost 19,000 in number! One cannot stop progress, or deny the need for mass transit schemes. Does that mean that the rampant tree cutting we see due to the ‘development’ schemes and commercial purposes like advertising billboards should not be protested about? No certainly not. To quote an already overused cliché, two wrongs do not make a right. However, it is difficult to shed tears for plants that should not have been planted in the first place, like the Conocarpus. The maximum number of trees facing the axe because of this project belongs to this species.

There is a proper scheme outlined to offset the effects of this massive tree cutting exercise. It calls for planting of five trees as a replacement for one of some species and 10 in place of one for some other species. What the concerned citizens of Karachi need to be watchful of is whether this offset is being carried out. So, often an infrastructure project is initiated with complete disregard for the environmental impact, and by the time its negative effects are perceived and voices raised, it is presented as a fait accompli and completed.

Stripping Karachi of 19,000 trees will have a huge impact on the urban jungle that this city has become that needs these trees as its carbon sinks. Citizen groups must form monitoring committees that should act as watchdogs or we shall exacerbate the negative effects which will be severely felt when the temperatures are high.

FIGHTING BACK

So on to the present time, and once again we see rampant cutting down of a tree cover which is now absolutely paltry, given that Karachi is now a city of over 20 million. This is one issue agitating the citizens of this city because they have come to realise the importance of trees, especially in the aftermath of last year’s heatwave when so many lives were lost.

One of the key reasons cited for the devastation was the lack of green cover in a city of concrete, which resulted in the heat becoming trapped, producing the heat island effect. Most of the people who died were those who were exposed to it in open areas because there were just too few trees under whose shade they could have found some respite.

Encroachment of the city’s parks means that there were fewer places offering shades. The unusual horticulture practices adopted over the last few years in some of the newer parks also saw them being developed devoid of trees and full of ‘sculptured’ decorative bushes. This meant that in the intense heat of the day, no one could visit these large parks as there was no shade to be found there, and these were populated only in the evenings when the temperature had already dropped.

While seasonal tree plantation drives were garnering more stakeholder support, the issue of greening of Karachi gained resonance with Karachiites who were really shaken by the devastation wrought by the heatwave. Many citizens groups have been formed to take matters into their own hands, (Mera Karachi Green Group, Voice of Karachi) seeing that the task could not be managed by government agencies alone.

At another level, a successful model of collaboration between the civic agencies and civil society (Sarsabz-o-Pursakoon Karachi) was put in place last year, which also contributed to the efforts to increase the green cover of Karachi during the regular tree plantation drives during spring and monsoon seasons. This brought diverse stakeholder groups like NGOs, civil society organisation, welfare societies, schools, colleges, mosques, mandirs, churches, community centres, villages as well as corporate bodies on the same table as the commissioner of Karachi and relevant government departments, including the forest department, cantonment boards, etc.

Targets were set and plants were very carefully chosen to make sure only native species were selected. This is a key issue because some years earlier the multi-stakeholder body decided to pay heed to its recommendations as well as those elicited from the plant experts.

There was a two-pronged approach to dealing with the issue at hand; one was through plans for plantation, in accordance with the different ecological zones identified in the city; and the other was through court action to stop tree cutting, especially due to erection of billboards. There is a mafia at work in the city that has been wantonly cutting trees to make space for billboards, and one theory about the removal of the commissioner, Asif Hyder Shah, is that he had taken a firm stand for the implementation of the Supreme Court order for removal of billboards. For the first time an FIR was lodged at his behest from the commissioner’s office against the ‘developers’ who were cutting trees and flouting court orders.

WHERE THERE’S A WILL, THERE’S A WAY

Here it must also be explained that awareness needs to be created among concerned citizens to discern the difference between cutting and pruning. While the protest against the former is something everyone must do, they should know that a cut tree means that only a stump remains. Some of the trees whose foliage and branches have been cut but are still standing have been pruned, which is a necessary practice to shed them of the biomass and allow for their rejuvenation in the next season.

Being a coastal city, it is encouraging to note that the tree cover of the mangrove forests is being increased. Recently the Pakistan Navy has undertaken the task of planting one million mangroves in collaboration with IUCN-Pakistan. In a country which has a pitiably low forest cover, barely moving beyond 4pc, and the highest rate of deforestation in South Asia, the growth in the area under mangroves is encouraging. This can be easily seen through the GIS mapping of the plantations by the Sindh Forest Department.

It’s true that there are incidents of logging by the coastal communities and the timber mafia, but these are far less than before through community stewardship. This method of stewardship by communities and organisations, wherein they take ownership of the management of trees planted by them during, and after the publicised campaigns, is the only way to the greening of Karachi in a sustained and sustainable manner.

People need to be educated to use all possible methods of urban gardening and by staying mindful of the diminishing resource of water. By choosing the plants wisely, in an eco-friendly manner, they can make Karachi’s green dream come true, and contribute to the aesthetics as well as the health of the city.

Here again the rehabilitation of some parks by reed bed methods undertaken by the Pakistan Navy is an example that can be followed at the micro and macro level. They have already rehabilitated the Aziz Bhatti Park in Gulshan, and the Golf Course at Karsaz also is benefitting through grey water harvesting, which is the way to go in a city that will have less and less water in future.

Written by afiasalam

July 31, 2016 at 11:10 am

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