PAKISTAN | Monday, 14 January 2013 | Views [861] | View Smaller Image
My house-keeper carrying his young son, walks towards the water. His name is Badshah & he requested that his face not be revealed. His father was an Afghan refugee who worked for my extended family. I met Badshah when he was a young boy. After his father's passing, he was raised by my god mother to whom he is ever loyal to this day. Badshah is content with very little. I once asked him if he wished he was richer. He said no. His struggle makes him more grateful for what he has. Not many people are as lucky, he said. It was heartening to see the genuine simplicity in the normal & routine movements of daily living & that people still preferred a simple life.
When I first arrived in Karachi, Badshah had heard that my wish was to walk on Karachi's sandy beaches. These places hold fond memories as my family use to frequent them often when I was a child. To my pleasant surprise, with only a few days left to my departure, my wish came true when Badshah & his family took me to Seaview & Clifton beaches. I am forever indebted to his generosity & service.
Tags: karachi, pakistan, clifton
