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The city I call dead

The city I call dead

After getting admitted in COMSATS institute of information technology, 1.5 years back, I could still remember my happiness to study in a university ranked top in BCS and located in the heart of capital. I never knew the fact that my happiness will fade away and soon I will be missing the city famous for pollution, over population, theft and blood, yes I mean Karachi.

The above mentioned terms are just few qualities that are given by the people of capital to my city, Karachi. I know that my city may had some defect yet the people in Karachi are all living. I could still remember the night of my flight to Islamabad when me and my friends were roaming on the streets of Karachi around 2.00 A.M in morning and yet didn't experienced the dead silence I experienced on the roads of Islamabad at 10.00 P.M.




Landing on the airport and traveling all the way from there to my University I saw a clean and well-built roads, planned settlements, and green filled space enough to force a nature loving boy to fall in love with it. At that very moment I tried to imagine how the night life of this modern and beautiful planned city be compared to Karachi. But as the darkness of night fell on the roads of Islamabad I came to know of the fact that it's just nothing but dead.
Lights, sounds and people that were the part of this city in the morning appeared ghost as soon as night showed itself on the streets. Numbers of cars went from 1000s to 100s and then from 10s to none.  In Karachi, I learned that a city never sleeps it’s the resident of the city that take their sleep but here in Islamabad I literally saw a city sleeping while its resident were awake.
I could still remember the time, when I and my friend went out for buying medicine at around 1.30 am and literally we weren’t able to find any medical store open even in the Porsche areas of the city we weren’t able to find a medical store that could have served us purpose. That was the moment where sighed, closed my eyes and accepted the fact that I am in a city that is dead.



Sitting now, writing this post my heart still cries for the lights, sounds and life at my city Karachi. I miss it in every breath of mine. I am never saying that I dislike Islamabad but it’s just that this city don’t appear to me as mine. My heart never accepts the quietness it has. But the city I call dead had given me my identity, it is making me progress towards my future and it is this city that has given me reasons to fall in love with city while many Karachite condemns it and for these reason my heart will always thank Islamabad and will love render it with love.

By
Ahmed R.I.K
A karachiete






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Location: Islamabad, Pakistan

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