Friday, January 30, 2009

Visit to Mubarak Goth

Dear all, Last Sunday, January 25, 2009, four members of Mission Rescue Pakistan (MRP), Fawad, Mirza, Faris and Naveed left for Mubarak goth, a coastal locality with a population of 1600 people. The village is located 70 kilometers from Karachi, on a drive of thirty minutes from the main road leading to French Beach. The landscape of Karachi's coast changes dramatically as the rough hills of Balochistan surround the road to Mubarak goth on all sides. Similar to the majority of Pakistan's rural environment, small goths comprised of poorly thatched huts and gypsy families are found living near the road. There are some patches of greenery but the entire area is arid and unfarmed. A power-station as well as the road to Sonmiani Beach is crossed. Pakistan navy monitoring stations are also clearly seen on top of the hills. Belonging to the relatively comfortable urban population of Karachi, it is the duty of concerned citizens to aid marginalized segments of society. This was the simple purpose of MRP's visit. There are many usable household items that are discarded by people since they are no longer required. These include clothes, crockery, furniture, toys, books and bags amongst other things. In the present cold season, one can witness numerous communities protecting themselves with meager clothes and beddings. This is worst for those living at the coast since freezing winds from the sea require warm jackets and blankets in order to work and sleep without getting sick. Collecting clothes, blankets, daal, rice and biscuits from friends and family, MRP members set out to contribute their minor share to those in need. Naveed's roaring '79 diesel Chevy was filled to the brim while Fawad's Cultus was packed with goods and was navigated with great creativity by three people sitting in the front two seats. Naveed has been visiting Mubarak goth for the past few years and learned about the socio-economic conditions of its residents. It is an ordinary coastal village with men mostly employed in fishing or working as daily wage laborers in Karachi. Only Balochis live here and surprisingly, the settlement is almost 150 years old. However, not only are the basic necessities of life such as water, electricity and gas unavailable, there is no clinic or properly functioning school in the goth. Wells are used for drinking and washing, wood and gas cylinders are used for cooking and even while situated in close proximity to a power-station, there is no electricity in the village. There remains an old building for a clinic but no doctor or nurse is available and drugs placed there have either expired or disappeared long ago. In case of an illness or emergency people rush to questionable doctors at Maripur, that is forty minutes to an hour away by road, depending on the means of transport. The school building is dilapidated and poorly furnished. Classes are non-functional since a teacher visits only three times a week for half a day. An elder member of the village voluntarily teaches some children on his own. Numerous flags of Pakistan Peoples Party were visible at Mubarak goth. When asked, Shiraz Ali, Naveed's contact in the village mentioned that teachers and doctors have been promised for them. PPP members had mobilized this village to vote for their candidate in 2008 elections and like the rest of Sindh, swept all the local and provincial seats from Mubarak goth and its adjoining areas. Roadwork en route to the village is obvious to any visitor as well as the signboard for a Public Health office. Hopefully, this year will bring viable changes to the lives of poor masses in Mubarak goth. MRP members had coordinated with Shiraz prior to their arrival for distributing the donated items. We were stopped at the entrance to the village since the residents are very careful of allowing strangers inside. Government negligence, rampant tourism and commercialization of Sandspit, Hawksbay and sea-view have polluted the coasts of Karachi. The amazing coast of Mubarak goth is an untouched beauty and it is commonsense to preserve its pristine value. It is wise to discourage opening of shops and visits of families by the truckloads to this village, even if it means loss of income by providing services to customers. Development does not necessarily mean commercializing and tourism because fishing, farming and other methods are available for the uplift of people in rural and coastal areas. Other than a handful of brick houses, all shelters in Mubarak goth are made up of typical coarse wooden beams and palm fronds. The usual scene of children playing without shoes and women carrying firewood as well as dirt paths and mounds of seaweed was present. MRP cars were parked near Shiraz's humble authak or guesthouse, found in villages all over Pakistan. Shiraz is currently finishing is intermediate exams and also looking for a job in Karachi. Unlike other men in his village, he has no wish to spend his life in the fishing business or becoming a laborer in the city. His dream is to study, at least obtain a B.A. and work in any government or private firm to improve his community's living standard. The distribution began with handing out warm blankets and shawls to women Shiraz had identified as the neediest in the village. As there were very few items as compared to a proper distribution, we did not note the placement of each item. But we did take care for handing out clothes and food to those only in desperate need. Children of all ages began to gather around as we were handing out clothes. There was a limited quantity for distributing and we did our best to provide everyone present with a shalwar kameez, shirt, jeans or sweater. Children were lined up and asked to leave after receiving clothes. Adults were grateful for any assistance provided and left immediately after collecting their share. Within the hour, the entire stock of provisions had been disbursed among 15 – 20 families. We conversed with Shiraz regarding the conditions of his village. In his mind, the only solution for improving Mubarak goth's situation was for their young ones to get educated. He said that only after someone from the village gains a Bachelors or Masters Degree and earns a handsome salary will others follow suit. Parents are as yet unaware of the benefits from education or do not justifiably trust a degree to bring income into their households. This view is especially difficult to challenge in contemporary Pakistan, where people even with higher education are suffering from unemployment. In a society where one must necessarily lie, cheat and frantically elbow others aside, an honest education does not really guarantee a beneficial future. Nevertheless, Shiraz insisted that a successfully educated person would change the mindsets of adults and would be expected to also contribute in the education of his younger siblings. Similarly, he said that only when someone becomes a doctor from the village will its residents receive healthcare. Shiraz's conclusions may be correct but it does not absolve the duty of Sindh ministries for Health and Education. After all, their sole purpose is to provide doctors, nurses, medicines, teachers and school supplies to every village, town and city of the province. We visited the beach and were awe struck with its crystal clear water. A chain of hills ended here as well and were excellent for a hiking trip towards the greenish blue sediments of the ocean. On our way to Mubarak goth and return, few items were delivered to poor women and old men walking on the main road. Sunset on the ride back home was melancholy, as the dire poverty and helplessness of the village weighed heavily on us. MRP's contribution was minor but significant in the country's present state of severe economic crisis. A social divide between the rich and poor is increasing daily. The time is near when there will be two sorts of people left: one who will produce / consume corporate products, grandiose shopping plazas, books and military arsenal while the other will be servants and spectators to all these "developments". Our singular goal must be to assist those who are being deliberately left behind in this system. If distributing small quantities of blankets and food are where we must begin, then let us dedicate ourselves to this mission with full passion. Pakistan needs to be rescued not from Hindu-Zionist aggression or CIA plans to dismember its provinces but from the debilitating threats of inequality, injustice and illiteracy within its own boundaries. - Faris Kasim, January 29th, 2009

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Disconnect

POSTED IN A DISCUSSION BOARD ON FACEBOOK BY SEHER ZEHRA. ‘Disconnect’ is a word that rules my life these days. It is that form of survival that we all have adopted at various points in our lives when faced with situations we can do nothing about. When the pain is linked to an unbearable reality, which you cannot control, the choice becomes quite simple. Either you let that situation torment you, or you mentally and emotionally disconnect yourself from it, thus consciously numbing yourself to your surroundings and getting on with life. Being a Pakistani, and having lived through times of social turbulence which has now, become our identity worldwide, I can vouch that the people of Pakistan mastered this art of survival many years ago. In the recent times, with the fear of terrorism, violence and crimes either in the name of religion or unemployment and poverty intensifying, there is no part of Pakistan where people did not have to mentally attune themselves and shun their fears in order to maintain some normalcy in their lives While the disconnect felt by us living in Pakistan is underlined with the fear of disaster striking us at any instant, Pakistanis living abroad too experience a disconnect, albeit, of a different kind. Although, they listen to the breaking news of the latest disaster striking Pakistan with sympathy and concern, it is but natural that their lives, at least on a day-to-day level are less impacted by Pakistan’s problems. Sadly, I have noticed that, for some of the expatriate Pakistanis these senses of emotional and mental disconnect from their roots gradually and subconsciously develop into an abandonment of their identity. For these Pakistanis their ‘Pakistani identity’ is only confined to the green passport, that too seems like a cumbersome burden to them, as they would rather have a passport which commands more respect with immigration officers across the world, and one which doesn’t attract suspicion at the very mention of its identity. Conversely, I have also seen and would rather be like the expatriates who, although fewer in number, are passionately patriotic and feel for Pakistan like it truly is their own. Although they may not be a part of the country’s political process or civil society, but they contribute to the betterment of Pakistani society in their other unique ways. Furthermore, I agree that Pakistani nationality does attract unwarranted and undesirable stereotyping and scrutiny. The very mention of ‘Pakistan’ triggers thoughts of terrorism and Islamic fundamentalism, but speaking on an individual level as a part of this society; I know that this negative image stands true neither for me and nor for the majority of moderate and liberal citizens of this country. When I hear people talking about Pakistan, as if it was a thing of the past or, at least will be very soon, I shudder with fear. Living as a free, respectable Pakistani citizen, when I think about the misery of the unfortunate Palestinian, Kashmiri and Bosnian people and their yearning for a homeland, I thank God for blessing me with Pakistan. Admittedly, life in Pakistan is extremely trying and living abroad as a Pakistani poses many challenges, but despite everything, I have tremendous admiration for my country and my nation. Being a true optimist , I have a firm believe in the future of Pakistan as Arthur Schopenhauer once said” The task today is not so much to see what none yet has seen, but to think what nobody yet has thought about that which everybody sees.” sameen

Thursday, January 1, 2009

True Account of a Mother in Gaza

From: Rania Kharma this is what my sister wrote from Gaza. This is the fifth day of the Israeli military operation on Gaza called 'Cast Lead'. Horror and destruction is everywhere. There are things that are not well reported in the news, feelings!! I have three children, a daughter Nour who is 14, a son Adam who is 9 and another son Ali who is 3. We live in an area in Gaza city that used to be described 'safe'. Nowhere is safe anymore. My children cannot sleep and I cannot help them. The feelings of helplessness and guilt (which always accompanies your inability to protect or at least comfort your children) are stronger than those of fear and horror. My daughter was telling a journalist on the phone yesterday that she had never got the real support she sought from me whenever there was a shelling. I was shocked!! I felt so guilty because my daughter felt my fears. But is it not normal to be scared after all?! Adam is asthmatic and he uses a ventilator. Due to the stress and the pollution resulting from rubbles, he is getting more frequent asthma attacks and there is no electricity for his ventilator. Each time he has an attack, we have to put the generator on for him and then put it off. There is no enough fuel to keep the generator on and we have no idea till when this is going to continue. Ali has no idea what this is all about. All what he does is scream in fear whenever there is a bombing and when it is over, he uses his imagination to tell stories about 'qasef - bombing'. The kids do not sleep. We spend our days and nights in one single room with my sister-in-law and her daughter. You feel the stress and fear. You can see it on everyone's face. Last night I was thinking about all this. I do not want anyone of my family to get hurt and I thought if anything should happen, I pray it happens to me and not my kids. Then I thought I do not want my kids to see me torn into pieces. The scenes on tv of people killed are so terrifying and I know what it means for children to see such thing. What I really want is for all this to end and for me and my kids, to live just like anyone else in the world. I want to get rid of the feeling of guilt towards my kids. Was I mistaken to have kids in the first place? Do not I have the right to be a mother? But am I really doing a good mother's 'job' in being the source of comfort for my kids. I know it is not my fault but I also know that I live in Gaza and Gaza has never been a healthy environment to raise children. Was I that selfish to think about my own feeling to want to be a mother and ignoring my expected failure to protect my kids? Nirmeen Kharma Elsarraj

Real Face of indian Democracy

EVIL TRIUMPHS BECAUSE GOOD MEN DO NOTHING Please pass this message to all the people you know Meet The Real Terrorists… (they are still proudly walking free on the streets of India ) -- A tribute to Fr. Edward Sequeira Today the whole world is talking about the terror attacks on India by Pakistani terrorists. Every TV channel in the world, every newspaper is filled with the heart-breaking stories and pictures of the tragedy that began on the night of 26th November 2008. The government of India has very generously granted lakhs of rupees to the families of the deceased. US has sent their representatives to promote peace talks between India & Pakistan . Every person in the world has condemned the terrorists and their disgustful acts. Signature campaigns and public demands have caused top government officials to resign. Today, the police are claiming that all terrorists are either dead or arrested. There is no need to fear, none of them are on the loose. But, is that really true? Allow me to take you back to a few incidents (I call them 'terror-attacks') that happened right here in India , just a few months ago. Only it wasn't in Mumbai, but another lesser known state Orissa. Priests were killed. Beaten up. Hammered and left bleeding naked on the streets to die. - Nuns were raped. - Children were burnt alive. - Christians killed and cut to pieces. - Rajni Machi, a 20-year-old HINDU girl, who was rejected by her parents because she was the eldest of 7 girls (the parents wanted a son), adopted by Fr. Edward Sequeira, was gang-raped by HINDU fundamentalists, and burnt alive. - Hundreds of Churches & villages burnt and destroyed - 60,000 plus Christians fled to the forests, with no food, no shelter, no sufficient clothing to keep them warm in the bitter cold. - Volunteers from Mumbai and other parts of the country not allowed to go and help the victims. - No provisions were allowed to be sent to them. - Even today, 1000s of these poor, helpless Christians are hiding in the cold, dangerous forests, with no one to help them. Now tell me are these fundamentalists any better that the terrorists? I say no, they are as much a terrorists as the ones who came from Pakistan . In fact, even worse. The terrorists who attacked Mumbai, attacked their enemies. The Indian fundamentalists, attacked their own brothers - fellow Indians. And these terrorists in Orissa are still roaming around boasting about their great deeds. The Chief Minister of Orissa, Naveen Patnaik still sits on his throne. The attacks in Mumbai have ceased after 3 days. The attacks in Orissa still continue. Will someone do something? Can we demand justice for the suffering? Or is that reserved only for the elite class of Taj & Oberoi in Mumbai. Some of those who were caught in the Taj and Oberoi have been saved and given a second chance in life. Can the people of Orissa expect the same? Many of you reading this are in different parts of the world. Some of you are in the US . Can someone take this message to the US President? Will they force the government of India to send the army to Orissa and other parts of India that are under attack? What will you do? Will you just forward it to a few 'safe' friends and forget about it? Will you take a stand to talk to every person you can about this injustice? Will you promise not to stop spreading this message till Orissa is freed of terrorists? We need a country that is free. Will you join this freedom struggle like Gandhiji once did? I will.