Chick Peas

By Dr. Sohail Ansari

 

Shah Jahan was imprisoned, by his son Aurangzeb, in the Fort of Agra where he spent eight long years. The story goes that he was asked to pick one dish that he would be served every day during the course of his imprisonment. He chose chickpeas.

Today street food is trendy all around the world. One can find a large number of Chaat places, from small vendors and roadside dhabas to big upscale restaurants.

From my younger days no trip to Bohri Bazaar was complete without having spicy chaat cholay. Bohri Bazaar still homes one of the oldest Nimko shops in Karachi, which sold chickpeas prepared in various ways. There were vendors outside schools selling chana chaat. Hawkers on the beach in Clifton shouting chana chor garam. Carts at Empress Market and around serving Murgh Cholay. Be that crunchy roasted chana or gol gapa, it had multiple ways of consumption. Tea parties were held often and it would be unusual not to have cholay on the table.

Now as Middle Eastern restaurants are gaining popularity in Karachi, Falafel and Hummus are among the liked dishes.

So many ways to enjoy chickpeas.

(Photo: courtesy Saad Zubair, Mangobaaz).

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Ramzan Time in Karachi of 1960s

RAMZAN time in Karachi of the ‘60s, as I remember

By Menin Rodrigues

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KARACHI: 24 April 2020 – We had not heard of RAMADAN. It was RAMZAN for
all. Everyone in the city knew what it meant in terms of its sanctity and observation.
Nobody was forced to do anything; it came naturally as ‘Faith’ does to all. Shops and
eateries were open, only a cursory curtain or cloth was tied to the main door, it flew in
the breeze all the time.

In the old neighborhoods of the city it was the drumroll of the man at the break of dawn
that woke us up, much before the Sehri siren; it was rise and shine for many of us
neighbors and friends too. The city was wide awake and after the morning rituals were
over, it was time to go to school/college and to workplaces. Just a normal day without
any fuss.

Nothing was different in school, the timings were the same, canteens were open, though
less of a rush. In our own circle of friends, those fasting continued to hang around in the
regular groups, some of us with Coke and patty in our hands. ‘Faith’ was within, nobody
displayed it on their foreheads.

On weekends when the school’s cricket team played matches, everyone in the team
paused for rest during lunch break without eating anything, just sat in the shade and discussed the outcome of the game. When on the field in scorching sun, we went without drinking water, just played, purely out of respect for our teammates, and on most match-days, I for one ‘fasted’ from breakfast to dinner, just for the heck of it.
Traffic in the city and office timings were also normal, maybe some extra time for
prayers on Fridays. There was no hurry, no crazy rush to get home in time for Iftar;
everyone reached home without hassle to open fast with the family.

It was dusk in Karachi and the aroma of piping hot pakoras and other succulent items,
fruits and juices was everywhere, on the streets, lanes, and residential neighborhoods.
The sudden quiet in the city was a beautiful experience, the hooter sounded and Iftar
was at hand; everyone broke the day-long fast. We were invited by our neighbors to join
them or Iftari was sent to our homes. The sun had disappeared, and the cool Westerly
breeze swept the city, as one saw people going towards the Mosques, in prayer and
thanksgiving.

Iftari and prayers done, we all joined friends in the neighborhood for several rounds of
‘SURPALA’ (I don’t know if I’ve got that right!) a wonderful team game! We played late
into the night, just under the streetlights, as there was no need for a kunda – we didn’t
know what it was and even if we did, would never ‘steal’ a connection from the nearby
electricity pole.

RAMZAN is now RAMADAN but it means the same. Times have changed, the
population of Karachi has exploded, not much work goes on in offices, all eating places
are shut, traffic before Iftari is a nightmare, profiteering by hawkers is everywhere; and
much of the old-city charm has vanished. It’s a memory now.
RAMZAN Mubarak to all.

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Samuel Fyzee Rahameen

By Dr. Adnan Zuberi 

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Goddess Tune ( راگ توڑی ) This is the name of this painting.
A Painting of a Karachiite in Tate Gallery, London since 1912.
Samuel Fyzee Rahameen, born 1880 in a Jew family in Poona,India. Married a muslim women Atiya Begum and converted to islam. Atiya begum was a Bohra muslim born in Istanbul. She penned many books and articles and had a correspondence with Shibli Naumani and Dr Iqbal. They both migrated to Karachi on Mr Jinnah’s request. Fyzee Rahameen helped the British govt in reorganisation of oriental galleries in Vicotria & Albert Museum, London in 1920s. Their house named Aiwan e Riffat was situated just adjacent to Arts Council, Karachi. Their marriage was attended by many Heads of Princely States and Mrs Petit Dinshaw, the Mother in Law of Mr Jinnah.
Mr Fyzee died in 1964 and his wife in 1967
Mrs Petit Dinshaw in the marriage ceremony, sitting 3rd from right.

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History Created at Gandhi Garden

By Dr, Sohail Ansari 

A history was created at Gandhi Garden on 22nd April 1967 when a pair of mute swans and Russian mullard ducks bred in captivity for the first time in 15 years. The wild ducks or swans had never bred at a zoo before. The four young off springs were seen with parents in the duck pond. The young ones were a few days old as the parents had successfully kept them in hiding in thick wood and bushes for safety. Another pleasant surprise came in the form of a mute swan egg of about the size of a cricket ball, also for the first time.
(Photo credit: British Library; story adapted from a news item, the ‘Dawn’)
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Khana Wala

Decoding a Pakistani’s dream from Kalakot, Lyari
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AUGUST 12, 2018

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Decoding a Pakistani’s dream from Kalakot, Lyari
MENIN RODRIGUES

AUGUST 12, 2018
What have we given them in return? They still live in poverty, still work very
hard and are still struggling to make a living.

I am as old as my country because my father said that I was born “jab Pakistan
bana tha”, (when Pakistan came into being, 1947) said Haji Allah Bux, the ‘khanay-
wala’ from Kalakot, Lyari, Karachi. He has carried Tiffin containers to offices since he
was 15 years of age and to this day, does the same. Allah Bux calls me ‘Baba’ because I was just about 8 years old, he was 15 and my late brother Francis was 18 when he started carrying his lunch container from our home in Saddar to the American Express Bank on McLeod Road. Being in school, I would not meet him during his 11 am pick-up time but would wait for him at 5.00 pm – simply to marvel at his dazzling bicycle with a galore of accessories. How I longed to have one of my own!
His bicycle would be full of tiffin containers, both sides, a few in front as well –
about 30 or so. I asked him how much he would earn for this service. “Us waqt
zamana acha tha, hamein panch rupay phi tiffin milta tha, aur hum khush
thay” (those days were good, we would get Rs.5 per tiffin and were happy) he said. Rs. 150 per month was quite a sum then for a man from the slums of
Karachi and probably the reason having enough money to always dress well and
decorate his cycle!

His father Haji Maula Bux was a tiffin-carrier entrepreneur in the 1950s and
1960s, he had some delivery men in his enterprise, all carrying tiffins on donkey
carts to McLeod Road where mainly all the big offices and banks were, and many
towards the West Wharf area. No bicycles for the khanay-walas then.
“My father and his team of delivery men would deliver about 300 tiffins
everyday” says Allah Bux who used to ride the cart with his father and operate
from a central place close to Empress Market in Saddar. “It was very clean, few
buses, some cars, horse, camel and donkey carts, and always bustling with
friendly people” he says.

So when a little extra money was made, his father bought a bicycle for himself to
increase his customer base and efficiency; and by the time Allah Bux was 15
years of age, he was ready to take on the mantle, so he got a bicycle too. When
he started carrying tiffins, it was Ayub Khan’s regime, his new cycle cost Rs.110/-
only so he bedecked it with loads of accessories. “Puray Karachi mein, meri
cycle sab se achi thee”, (my bicycle was the best in Karachi) he said with pride.
He talks of Pakistan that was; a country on the path of progress, prosperity,
recognized and appreciated by global leaders, he recalls the Jackie Kennedy
visit and other world leaders who would frequently visit Pakistan. Being on the
road all the time, he remembers the fanfare and euphoria of that time. “Ab wo
zamana nahin hai” (that time is no more) he regrets.

But Haji Allah Bux is happy, now almost 70 years of age but lean and fit as ever.
He loves his ‘chai’ (tea) and recalls when it was for 2 annas only! “That was our
only lunch break during delivery and pick-up times,” he says. Meeting him
after so many years made me ponder; perhaps, he cannot afford to buy a new bicycle or decorate it or buy new clothes any more, yet he displays the Pakistan
flag on his bike with pride. Why this inequality? In his heydays, he would cover approximately 25 kilometers per day on his cycle, or 625 kilometers per month, that is 7500 kilometers of cycling per year, and by that counts must have cycled 375,000 kilometers during his 50 years as ‘khanay-wala’.

May God bless citizens like Haji Allah Bux who have toiled all their lives, truly
with their sweat and blood to make Pakistan their homeland! But the question is,
what have we given them in return? They still live in poverty, still work very hard
and are still struggling to make a living
But he is happy, has time to talk patiently about the past, take a sip of tea and
has hopes and dreams for his family and the country. It’s probably the right time
for Pakistan to turn to a new page, usher in an era of justice, fair play, provision
of basic amenities and true freedom. That’s all citizens like Allah Bux ask for.
Happy Independence Day!

 

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By 
Amin H. Karim

Closeup of the good old tram on its way to Cantt Station from Saddar. MTC= Mohammed Ali Tram Co. MTC earned extra money by ads on the tram. The tram was drivable from both sides. The driver simply took the gear from one side and installed it on the other side. The conductor walked on the foot board and sold tickets in each compartment for 10 paisa one way; while counting change he had mastered the knack of balancing himself without holding to anything while the tram swayed sideways on the rickety tracks. He would then jump to the next compartment and finally when all riders covered he would cling and chat with the driver while eyeing the ladies in the front compartment! And did I mention the cunning passenger who would slip from the front to the back along the foot board on the opposite side of the conductor to hitch a free ride. But then he may be someone who genuinely did not have money to pay. Legend has it that one such poor passenger many decades later after he had become a millionaire in the foreign country came back to Karachi and sought out the widow of the owner Mr. Mohammed Ali and returned the money with interest for having taken free rides when he was a student.  There was a lot of fun in exiting in the running tram provided there was no tram from the other side or a bus from the back!  (AHK)

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Karachi’s Roadside Dentists

By Anjum Khan 

Road side “Dandaan saaz,”the poor man’s dentists:-😓
The phrase Neem Hakeem “khatra e jaan” sits best on these road side Dundaan saaz (self acclaimed Dental physicians) .. more then their audacity and confidence of playing with the health of the poor wretched patients in their unhygienic perched on the floor clinics I marvel at the People who go actually go there , I mean without any hesitation, they calmly sit on the floor by the dirty dusty side walk shop,waiting for their turn to open their mouths in their unhygienic dirty hands and tools thus inviting hoards of infections to climb in… The mere thought, gives one shudders.
You must have seen lots of these self declared Dandaan saaz in the Sadar area in Karachi,situated mostly where the Chinese dentists clinics are there, They r seen waiting to catch customers by the road side while sitting on a plastic mat or a small stool, waving the flies away,
Their shops usually adorn a big colorful poster showing a bright red color a wide mouth denture.
Their tools of trade consists of a small shelf with some odd looking single sets of teeth in side .. a dark color old plucker to yank out peoples teeth in distress and some manjans and tiny bottles of God knows what kind of liquids in them in the name of medicines.
These Quacks swear they have been in this trade from generations so that’s their excuse to not to have any degree needed, their Nuskhey have been around and passed on from generation they claim .
Some of these slightly privilege Quacks
have put their stuff on ready made stalls so I’d say they r slight better off in comparison from their counterparts sitting on the floor in their out look, but definitely not in their non skills and hygiene one bit.
Every day passing by them in my ride back home from school /college I would see people sitting on the floor with their mouths gapped open to these dandaan saaz and having it checked.
Agreed most people who go there have not enough money to seek help of real doctors .. so they seek help from these quacks hoping to get the much needed help to ease off their pain in minumum amount of money asked for in return.
Sadly that is the stark reality 😕.. when one is in pain and there isn’t enough money to get help for the cure then “Martey kia nahi kertey”people seek help from what ever is available to them that they can afford.😓
These poor people are only doubling their problems in return by seeking help from the unhygienic, dirty, filthy means and fake medication used by these quacks in the name of dentistry.

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Mohsin Shirazi

By Raju Jamil 

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Rest In Peace At Heaven Abode Dear Mohsin…

IMPORTANT;;;;;;;; Please note that this article was written in Oct 2014 a month before the spiceless and dry Golden Jubilee of PTV)
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“Sach Khedoun Aie Barhamin…

“Gar Tu Bura Na Maanay”

Tere Sanam Kadoun Ke Butth Ho Gaye Puranay”

This famous verse of Allama Iqbal had a whole meaning that one of its line was adopted by PTV-Karachi’s GM Aslam Azhar to create a comedy show—the Frost Report of David Frost kind—-in 1969 as “Gar Tu Bura Na Maanay” which had Mohsin Shirazi as it’s “David Frost” supported by a stock cast of four; Zafar Masood, Mohammad Yusuf, Zahoor Ahmed and Shahnaz Ghani (of “BAMBI” child wear outlet Karachi..since 60’s).

“GAR TU BURA MAANAY” (GTBNM) was hilarious and a parody of many of our customs held during marriages. It was mostly a satire well presented in a formidable style with boxed laughters and sometimes generating a roar of laughter from the viewers of the only network in Pakistan then.

The best part was the typical mannerism adopted and acted out in minglish urdu with command and complete mastery that to get the nod of “ok” from a giant like Aslam Azhar was like getting an OSCAR those wonder years.

Mohsin Shirazi a Persian with an impeccable sense of humour was a bonus voucher to this 26 minutes weekly sitcom many would keenly wait for in those few hours transmission of PTV with Mondays off air.

The way Mohsin Shirazi would speak out before the comedy chunk on different subjects—-itself was a huge entertainment. There was no big deal on Mohsin as anchor talking to viewers saying ” Aaa ye larka…larki se shaadi tou karr raha hai…maggar.ummm duno jald hee….baat cheet kaise kareinge” and we see Zafar Masood and Shahnaz Ghani bit rolling on our sofa watching the skit.

The ongoing golden jubilee year of television in Pakistan…essentially PTV….has many a tales to talk about and remember–from each of it’s several centres which all–produced some most remembered dramas, talk shows and events which remain as infectious as ever. When the private networks will celebrate their golden jubilee—if they reach that point—all people will remember will be advertisements and political battles with no results they were subjected with …every day but never never on Sunday:)

GTBNM…. ran for several weeks and took a break when Aslam Azhar, the Wizard of PTV left for Islamabad on a higher assignment..later becoming the only and ever MD of PTV and later Chairman of PTV and Radio Pakistan. No one has held such combined assignment at Ministry of Information..here in Pakistan. Hail Aslam Azhar! He should be awarded NISHAN e Imtiaz on 26th November, 2014 when (or if) the Ministry of Information finds time to celebrate such an important event of this wonderful Nation Pakistan. I am certain to have a million “aye’s” on my recommendation above for Aslam Sahab.

GTBNM…..made a come back in 1970-71 with the same name and this time Neelofer Alim Abbasi, Zeenat Yasmine, Qazi Wajid, Shakeel Chughtai, Khurshid Talat and myself were stock artiste and after a few weeks—my friend the producer Ishrat Ansari told us or rather gave us a surprise that the name of GTBNM has been changed to “Sach Jama Jhoot Battaa Dou” (Truth+Lies/2) which was presented before a live audience at the open air stage of Hotel Metropole. The excitement of East and West separation had gripped the Nation and in order to suitably stage a media war against our neighbours…this stage show turned into a satirical one focusing on our enemy….and indeed it was a success that the live audience was jam packed and the regular telecast was keenly awaited.

BUT……

GTBNM….from PTV-Karachi will always remain in the minds and memories of those who saw that beauty of the sitcom majorly due to an outstanding anchoring or MOC Mohsin Shirazi and such sitcom can never ever be produced again…..unless it’s sponsored which is one good thing to mess up something great of the last without risk–:)

Thank you Aslam Azhar Sahab, Mohsin Shirazi (where is he? How is he? I am trying to trace him) and so fondly the late members of the stock cast; Zafar Masood, Zahoor Ahmed, Mohammad Yusuf well remembered. RIP all of them.

The then viewers who are around these days do thank you for giving them an entertainment worth every second of watching it.

PTV has carved its name so strongly that it needs to continue with its great deeds well mixed with the achievements of past and the new dawn of current era.

Sach Khedoun Aie Barhamin…
“Gar Tu Bura Na Maanay”
Tere Sanam Kadoun Ke Butth Ho Gaye Puranay.

Raju Jamil,
PTV Drama Debut 2nd Dec-1967

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The “Saint” Schools of Karachi

By Azra Malik
(Alumnus St. Joseph’s Convent School)

Locked down ! Sitting idle at home with not much to do, except reading and writing.
Thinking fondly about the past and looking back at the way things used to be. A stroll down memory lane. Happy memories of the past. As if film reel of the memories fluttering on the screen inside my mind.
Of the two schools in Saddar Karachi, close to each other, just like brother and sister. In between them there was a beautiful church, known as St Patrick’s Cathedral. Mostly the boys those days, who were admitted in St Patrick’s school, there sisters went to St Joseph Convent school. As it was not only convenient for parents but the standard of both the schools was more or less the same.
My Alma mater, St Joseph Convent Girls School ! Was founded in 1862 by Belgian Nuns. In more than 150 years of its, existence the school has been served by a great number of nuns, many of whom came from Europe, and the wonderful staff.
Some of them were very polite and kind like our English teacher Ms Deans, Ms Jehan and Ms Rasheed. And our Maths teacher Ms Aileen Soares, she was so dedicated, very hard working, so quick in her work. She was inspirational, Still remember how girls participated actively, during her period. She taught for over 58 years and was greatly admired by her student. I felt so sad when I read in Dawn about the news of her death. May she rest in eternal peace.
Teachers who were strict and got angry sometimes, were also very sincere, as their strictness was for our own good.
Our school not only imparted knowledge to the girls but also the golden rules !
“Here we are taught the golden lesson, How to sift our wrong from right
How to bear our crosses bravely , And to keep our goal in sight”

Came also on my mind’s screen, our mighty Hockey field! where we played and practiced games and the March past for Sports Day. The big Hall and the stage! The piano for singing ! Oh dear ! What can the matter be oh dear ! Christmas carols, Jingle bells jingle all the way!
And the young girls singing on piano, their eyes twinkling with hope of a happy future !
” Que Sera Sera , What ever will be , Will be ”
There were images of school buses , and girls waiting for the second trip. At Mr and Mrs Vellloze’s shop, the stationery items , biscuits, sweets and in a big glass jar were the unforgettable, everyone’s favourite Milk Toffees, still remember the taste , so delicious so addicting. And Abdullah’s canteen was also in the picture. How can anyone forget the poori with aalo bhaji, fresh cream roles and patties and even ice cones, we used to buy from Abdullah’s canteen.
Then coming back to reality! I sang quietly In my heart !
“Honour and glory to our school. Through out the years to come
Peace and success forever rule. Until the sands of life are run ”

St Patrick’s school located in Saddar Karachi. The school is one of the oldest in the city and is held in high esteem across the Globe. Established in 1861, it was founded and managed by the Society of Jesus
For over 150 years, the school has served the people of the Sub Continent and Pakistan by providing accessible education without discrimination. Patricians have made their mark all around the world, contributing in numerous ways to the progress and betterment of society.
The school has produced well known leaders and public figures, entrepreneurs, social workers, civil society leaders, top class sports people and athletes, high ranking officers in the Armed Forces and politicians. Source Wikipedia

Ref : TRIBUNE, Through hardships to the stars :,St Patrick’s High School turns 150 years today. May 2011
” Two presidents, two prime ministers, three governors, five chief ministers, three mayors . ……,,the list of leaders produced by St Patrick’s High School in Karachi reads the who’s who of Pakistan and is too long to decently fit into a Newspaper article’s introduction.
In 1961. under the Principal Rev Fr S Ráymond , a memorable centenary celebration was held to mark 100 years of St Patrick school, which was attended by the President Ayub Khan, Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto and the Khan of Kalat.
Former President Pervaiz Musharraf was also a student of St Patrick School. Paying tributes to his teachers Father Raymond, Father Todd and Simon D’Lima he said.
” Their mentoring made a big difference in my life. My brother was a better student, so I would get punishment from Mr D’Lima for not doing well in maths. Later I excelled in it ……. thanks to those reprimanding reminders I got from Mr D’Lima” He even recalled the spanking he once received from Father Todd.

There is a large Catholic Goan community in Karachi, that was established when Karachi infrastructure was developed by the British before the World War II
When Pakistan achieved independence in 1947, the organisation and activities of Christian community changed drastically. Christian in the Punjab and Sindh had been quite active after 1945 in their support for Mohammed Ali Jinnah’s league.
Christian have contributed as educationists, lawyers, businessmen and in Armed Forces. Source Wikipedia!

There are many educational institutions established by Christian community in Karachi!
Karachi Grammar School, the oldest school in Karachi, founded as the Anglo Indian school in 1847, it remained the only non-native school in the town until the founding of St Patrick’s Boys School in 1861 in Saddar and then St Joseph Convent School in 1862.

*St Lawrence Girls School Karachi was founded by the sisters of the Franciscan Missionaries of Mary. Mother Mary Britwald was its first principal.
*St Lawrence Boys School Karachi , owned by the Roman Catholic Archidiocese in1950
*St Peter’s High School Muslimabad Karachi , established 1978 by St Peter’s education Society.
*St Paul High School, run under the auspices of the Catholic Board of Education Pakistan. Founded in 1941
St Michael ‘s Convent School Karachi , established in 1986 under the founding Principal Bishop Anthony Theodore Lobo
*St Jude’s High School, a Roman Catholic School in North Nazimabad Karachi, was established in 1955 .
*Convent of Jesus and Mary Girls School, Clifton Karachi , is an educational institution established under the management of Sisters of Jesus and Mary , in 1952.
*American School, on Amir Khusro road Karachi, established in 1952 is governed by a seven member Board of Directors , elected for 2 year term.
*Trinity Methodist School Karachi, established in 1955, has been upgraded to intermediate college.
*Christ the King School Karachi and more.
Besides Schools there are colleges.
St Patrick’s College, Karachi
St Joseph’s College for Women Karachi.
St Lawrence Girls College Karachi.

The contribution of Christian Community in the field of education is enormous.
Last year, St Mary’s University in London announced that it was awarding the highest honour, the Benedict Medal, to the Rev’d Sister Berchmans Conway. The announcement was warmly received in Pakistan. Sr Berchmans came to Sialkot in 1856, established the first Convent School and dedicated to teaching girls irrespective of their caste and creed. Seventy years of her life to teaching, she spent most of her life teaching in Pakistan. She taught in Convent of Jesus and Mary, in Karachi , Lahore and Murree
Congratulations! Our Best wishes and prayers for her good health and long life.

These educational institutions in Karachi, established by Christian, Parsi, Hindu and Muslim, apart from academics studies, they were also character builders, they taught discipline, humility and encouraged independent thinking. The developed their skills to think independently and critically. To face courageously the challenges of life.

Hospitals established by Christian community in Karachi
*Holy Family Hospital Karachi.
Was founded in 1948 by the Medical Mission Sisters, a Roman Catholic , religious order. This was the time when health facilities were few in Pakistan
*Seventh Day Adventist Hospital Karachi, now Karachi Adventist Hospital,
established in 1950. When inaugurated was the most well- equipped and expensive hospital.
*Dr Ruth Pfau Hospital for Leprosy
She was German Nun of the Society of the Daughters of the Heart of Mary and a physician. She moved from Germany to Pakistan in 1961 and devoted more than 55 years of her life to fight leprosy in Pakistan. She died and is buried in Karachi.
*Darul Sakoon, a home for the abandoned children with disabilities was founded by a Dutch Nun Sr Gertrude Lemmen. She came to Pakistan as a visitor in her youth. She was so touched by the pathetic of the children with disabilities that she devoted all her life for the care of these children.

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Gutter Baghicha

By Dr. Sohail Ansari
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The largest continuous open green space in Karachi is Gutter Baghicha. It can be called ‘the lungs of the city’. Once developed, the British Government transferred the park free of cost to the Karachi Municipality in 1892. Hence, it is historical, being 128 years old.
‎The Karachi Handbook of 1913 describes it as an ‘oasis in the desert and a paradise of insects, birds and naturalists’.
Located in SITE Town along the Manghopir Road which is the most densely populated part of Karachi, Gutter Baghicha is a public amenity space; it used to be much bigger – 1048 acres of greenery in the pre-independence Trans-Lyari area of Karachi.
‘Gutter Baghicha’ originated from storm drainage channels of Lyari River known as the Shone Drainage System. Later these channels also took the sewerage water from the adjoining built up areas, which was then treated and used for agricultural purposes to grow cereals, green fodder and vegetables. That is why it is known by this name. It also used to be called the Sewage Farm. The storm water channels built by the British are still being used.
At the time of partition, the Baghicha was referred to as ‘the largest urban forest in Karachi’. Apart from the cultivated area, there were also large tracts of natural vegetation with wildlife. Old inhabitants speak of deer roaming freely and of an abundance of flora and fauna. It was a place of natural beauty, recreation, peace and quiet.
In 1969 map of Karachi, Gutter Baghicha is shown as a ‘Municipal Garden’ spread over an area of 1016 acres. 32 acres of the park had already fallen victim to encroachers. Technically, it is still government land, supposedly for public recreation. Hence, a public property and an amenity plot. However, in subsequent years it faced even further encroachments, illegal structures and the high handed clutches of the land mafia. As a result of corruption and encroachments, several colonies, including Asif Colony, Hasrat Mohani Colony, Zuberi Colony, and Wilayatabad were established on pockets of land from the Baghicha. Consequently it has shrunk to 480 acres and remains under continual threat. Even in 2018, the park was the largest continuous open green space of the city.
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