A place where on an average each day a brutal massacre of 12 to 13 people is done, can only be a dark bloody dungeon and does not deserve to be called city of lights. Karachi, i remember the time when i was a kid and i used to fight my cousins living in Faislabad and chant "East or West Karachi Is the BEST". I never knew my beloved city with turn into such a merciless and unrelenting place, where no one is safe. Each day we wake up with a fear that will we survive or will we be victim of those insane mercenaries who kill us the innocent people for sake of nothing but greed and their ungainly filthy desires. I miss the lights of my city, i miss the peace i miss my love for my city, i miss my Karachi, cause this aint the city of lights i have always known.
Written by: Murtaza Hasan
Written by: Murtaza Hasan
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