Posts Tagged ‘Nazimabad’

Over 50 suspects nabbed in Karachi raids

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Police arrested at least 50 miscreants from various areas of the metropolis with 12 pistols and two Kalashnikovs recovered from their possession.
Meantime, Rangers arrested several suspected people during operation in Nazimabad-2. The residents of the area mounted protest accusing the operation was carried out in areas other than those…

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One die in rice warehouse roof collapse in Karachi

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One person was killed and another injured when roof of a rice godown caved in on early Thursday morning. According police roof of dilapidated warehouse used for storing rice and located near Gol Market in Nazimabad-3 came down on after the area received downpour. The locals and neigbours on self…

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Seven more killed in Karachi

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At least seven more people were killed on the first day of the holy month of Ramazan in Karachi on Tuesday. According o details two people were gunned down in Surjani Town area near northern bypass. Police said a body was found in a car in Nazimabad near Sir Syed…

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Thirteen vehicles set on fire amid Karachi shutdown

Rangers personnel stands alert to avoid any untoward incident at a closed market in Hyderabad.-APP

KARACHI: A total of 13 vehicles were torched in different areas of the city on Sunday when a complete shutdown was observed on a call given by the Muttahida Qaumi Movement for “peaceful observance of a mourning day” over the killing of a senior party member on Saturday. The MQM condemned the arson attacks.

Liaquat Qureshi was shot dead late on Friday night when his car was intercepted at the Maskan intersection on Abul Hasan Ispahani Road by gunmen riding a motorcycle.

Mr Qureshi, who was driving a car bearing a registration number plate of the City District Government Karachi, suffered multiple gunshot wounds and died on the spot.

On Saturday following his funeral, the MQM announced that it would observe a peaceful day of mourning across the country on Sunday in protest against the killing. It also appealed to transporters and traders to show solidarity with the MQM.

Addressing a press conference, MQM leader Dr Farooq Sattar had appealed to all party workers and sympathisers across Pakistan to hoist black flags on party offices and wear black armbands.

“We also appeal to the business community, shopkeepers and transporters to observe a day of mourning on May 1 and express unity and solidarity with the MQM.”

He also made it clear that if targeted killings of MQM workers, leaders and sympathisers did not stop and killers were not arrested, the MQM would be free to adopt its future line of action.

Responding to the call, transport operators didn’t bring their vehicles on the roads and traders who usually opened their businesses on Sundays also decided to keep their outlets shut, giving the city almost a deserted look especially in defunct districts central and east. However, some of those who did bring out their vehicles on the roads had to pay the price.

An official of the Central Fire Station confirmed that they had received information that at least 11 vehicles had been torched in different parts of the city on Sunday.

A truck loaded with goods heading towards the Superhighway was intercepted by unidentified suspects near the Karimabad intersection and set on fire. A bus was also torched in the same area.

Not far from the scene, another bus was set on fire in a similar fashion by unidentified arsonists riding on motorcycles in Liaquatabad.

Similarly, some minibuses were torched at the NIPA intersection, on Shahra-i-Liaquat, Tariq Road, Sir Shah Sulaiman Road and near Lucky Star.

In the Ibrahim Hyderi area, two trucks and a minibus were torched in arson attacks. A truck was set ablaze in New Karachi and another in Khudadad Colony.

Since the MQM’s Saturday shutdown call, tension had gripped certain areas of the city.On Saturday evening unidentified people in Gulshan-i-Iqbal, Nazimabad, Gulistan-i-Jauhar and several others areas forced traders and shopkeepers to shut down their businesses.

On Sunday, even petrol and CNG station owners in different parts of the city kept their business shut on the day of mourning.

On the main University Road almost all fuel stations were closed, even the weekly Sunday Bazaar held off the main University Road did not take place.

The shutdown was so effective that even roadside cigarette cabins were closed. However, in Clifton and Defence it was a different story where the closure did not affect the routine public life.

By Sunday evening shops started to reopen and the people came out to buy commodities of their daily use.

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Jamaat activist among eight dead in Karachi

A man talks on his mobile as he mourns the death of a relative at a hospital.- AFP

KARACHI: Eight people, among them a former UC naib nazim, were killed amid ongoing wave of violence and targeted killings in different areas of the city on Saturday.

Twelve injured people were brought to the Jinnah Postgraduate Medical Centre, Civil Hospital and Abbasi Shaheed Hospital.

A man was found dead at an isolated place in Saadi Town area of the city. He was identified as 46-year-old Junaid Zahidi.

The victim belonged to the Jamaat-i-Islami and was former naib nazim of a union council in Gulshan Town.

He was hit by six bullets and his hands and legs were trussed up with rope. A Jamaat-i-Islami spokesman said Mr Zahidi was elected UC naib nazim in 2001. He had six children.

An owner of a roadside hotel was shot dead in Nazimabad by armed motorcyclists. The deceased was identified as 37-year-old Abdul Wasay Khan.

The shooting also left Zareef Khan and Nadir Khan injured. They worked at the same hotel.The victims belonged to Pishin district of Balochistan.

Earlier in the day, six people were killed, including activists of the Muttahida Qaumi Movement, Mohajir Qaumi Movement (Haqiqi) and the Awami National Party.

A police officer posted in Jacobabad was among the dead. Police sources, however, said he was killed because of some personal enmity.

“Altaf Hussain deplored and condemned the brutal killings of the MQM workers and other people and called upon the government to take indiscriminate action against the killers,” said an MQM statement.

“The city should be cleansed of the criminal elements and the life and property of people should be safeguarded,” the statement quoted him as saying.

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3 injured in separate firing incidents

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At least three persons sustained serious injuries in separate firing incidents respectively in Nazimabad and Sohrab Goth here on Saturday.
According to police, at least two persons were injured during retaliation of firing between two rival groups here in Nazimabad no 2. The injured persons have been identified as Saqib…

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Two die as roof collapsed in Karachi

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At least two laborers were killed while two others were injured in a roof collapse incident in Nazimabad area of the city on Thursday, police said.
The incident occurred when the building which was under construction collapsed.
As a result, two persons were killed while two others were injured.
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Karachi violence claims 3 more lives

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KARACHI – Three more people were killed in different incidents of target killing in provincial metropolis on Sunday.
As per details, a man was killed and two bystanders injured in a firing incident at Gujjar Nullah in the precincts of Nazimabad Police Station on Sunday. Police said Imran Ullah…

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At least 13 killed in Karachi

KARACHI: At least 13 people were killed in Karachi in the past 24 hours, DawnNews reported.

The dead included two police officers and two political activists.

One person was shot dead in the city’s North Nazimabad area on Thursday, whereas another person was gunned down in Karachi’s Pak Colony area.

An activist from a religious party was shot dead in the city’s Nankwara area.

Moreover, unknown gunmen shot dead a Sub-Inspector and his son in the city’s North Karachi neighbourhood.

Another person was gunned down in the Nazimabad area.

On Wednesday, an activist of the Muttahida Qaumi Movement (MQM) was killed near PIDC.

A body was also recovered from the city’s Gulistan-i-Johar area and another body was found in a shop on the Abul Hasan Isphahani road.

Also on Wednesday, six persons, including a police officer, were killed in firing in the Karimabad, Orangi Town and other areas of the city.

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You know you’re from Karachi when…

"I realise that no matter how far away I go from Karachi, I can never leave it behind." – Photo by AFP (File Photo)

Mashal and I always say our prayers, but today we are making a special petition to God for a favourable performance on the final and an honourable grade for the semester. So far God has been kind to both of us, and we calculate our GPAs nightly, over boxes of Domino’s pizza and cigarettes. Anything higher than a 3.5 is good enough for me, but Mashal is not satisfied unless the numbers hit the 3.8 range. She writes down her GPA in a notebook; I am happy to keep it somewhere in my head, forgotten until the next night’s session where we eat even more pizza and smoke more cigarettes and talk about things that make us happy and sad at the same time.

“Look at this, I got this in my email today. Listen, listen, Sadaf.”

“Not another stupid forward, is it?”

“No, but it’s funny this time. Listen, na?” She pinches my thigh to get my attention. “You know you’re from Karachi when: One. You get shocked when someone stops at a yellow light.”

“Okay, ya. True. Go on.”

“Two: When someone asks you what there is to see in Karachi you never know what to say.”

“That’s not true. There’s Mohatta Palace.”

“And?”

“The beach.”

“And?”

“Uh… okay, shut up. What’s next?”

“Three: It’s December and you attend five shaadis and end up seeing the same people at all of them.”

“God, that’s so true. I hate weddings. Everyone asks me, ‘so, beta, when is the good news?’ I want to tell them, ‘Aunty, I’m only eighteen, for God’s sake! I just started college!’ Or slap them. One of the two.”

Mashal reaches for the box of cigarettes and taps out a new one, then holds it expertly between left thumb and forefinger, turns its head to the already lit stub in her right fingertips. “Eighteen’s not too young. You know what my khaala said to me when I was home last year? ‘You know, if you meet a nice boy, you should just get your nikah done. Otherwise if you just go on studying and working before you know it, you’ll be thirty and nobody will want to marry you because you’re too educated and too independent. And all the good boys will be gone!” She stubs out the old cigarette in the ashtray and inhales darkly and deeply from the new one.

“Hurry up, I’ve got to finish writing my paper, then study for that exam.”

“Four: You give an exam at Regent Plaza.”

“Oh God! The TOEFL. Do you remember? You and me and Shahid and Zulfy and four thousand melas all trying to get into community college in New Jersey.  I can’t believe they made us take that bloody test. English fluency! I got an A in my English A-Levels!”

“Uh-huh, that’s number five., You categorise people as ‘burgers’ or ‘melas’.”,

“I do not!”

“You just did. Burger.”

“If I’m a burger, so are you.”

“What is a burger anyway?”

“You know, someone from our side of Clifton Bridge. We like to eat hamburgers, not bun-kebabs. They call us burgers because they’re jealous of us. They don’t like that we speak English and not Urdu. Okay, now I’m getting tired of this list.”

I brush the pizza crumbs off my lap and stand up, patting my thighs apprehensively. I have put on fifteen pounds in my first semester at college. The Freshman Fifteen, they call it. I am not as careful about halaal food as Mashal, who still managed to stay as thin as she had been in high school. I resolve to go to the kosher dining hall on campus and restrict myself to fish and cheese on the other days of the week; maybe it will fulfill my religious requirements and help me lose a little weight at the same time.

“Wait, wait… you own a Corolla or a Civic… you never realised North Nazimabad is in the north. Wait, it is?… you’ve always wondered what ‘khayaban’ means… you blame everything on KESC… your school gets closed when it rains…”

“Bas, yaar. This list is stupid. And not true.”

“Oh really, Miss English A-Levels?”

“Ya, I got an A in my Urdu A-Level too. Khayaban means a big boulevard. Shandaar raasta. Now get back to work and stop wasting my time!”

Mashal laughs and throws a wadded up tissue at me. I hope it hasn’t got her chewing gum wrapped up inside. She chews nicotine gum during the day, when she is in class or the library, where you can’t smoke, and then makes up for it by smoking half a pack at night. When you open her cupboards, sweaters and jeans jump out at you, hats and shawls rain down from a height onto your head and shoulders. She always asks me to do her obligatory session at the front desk of our dorm, minding the visitors and the telephone calls, because she’s got some other really, really important thing to do at the last minute that she forgot about and she’ll do both my shifts next week to make up for it. She never does, but I forgive her anyway.

Later, we walk together across campus to the small room in the basement of the chapel. We go down the stairs, smelling the cool, slightly musty air. Our footsteps beat in counterpoint to the muffled sound of radiators clanking and hissing the college chorus. Sss-sss-sss, sss-sss-sss. Ssstudy, ssstudy, ssstudy.

In front of the door, we look at the sign that’s been taped up:

MUSLIM PRAYER ROOM

Sacred space – please remove your shoes!

Last week there was a college professor who came in here, to meditate, she said, but she forgot to take off her shoes, so I suppose that’s why the sign is up there now. Mashal and I already know what to do here; it’s familiar territory to us, one small room of home in a whole country that’s sometimes terrifying and foreign. We take off our shoes and slot them into the shoe rack at the end of the room, then we take out our dupattas from our backpacks and arrange them on our heads. We turn towards the east and begin to pray nafils for our exams. Mashal used to say she felt bad asking God for help with something so trivial when there’s war and starvation in the world, but I told her that God wants us to become successful students so that we can change the world and make it more favourable for Muslims everywhere, so she no longer feels guilty.

We planned to come together to America; we both applied Early Decision to the same women’s college, were both accepted, and convinced each others’ parents that girls’ schools were much safer than coed universities, so they agreed to let us come here even though my father had his heart set on me going to London, and Mashal’s father wanted to send her to Lahore, to LUMS for a business degree instead.

“But, Abba, what is the point of taking fourteen O-Levels and five A-Levels,” Mashal said, “if all I am going to do is end up staying in Pakistan?”

And Mashal’s father said, “But you’ll be closer to home. It’s a dangerous time to be abroad. To be in America right now. Don’t you see that?”

“It will be all right, Uncle. We’re girls. They don’t do anything to girls. And we don’t even wear hijab. We’re modern, we’re not terrorists, they’ll see that!” I said, wanting desperately to help build Mashal’s case.  We were sitting next to each other on the sofa in Mashal’s father’s study; old Noor Jehan ghazals were playing on his stereo and at his hand on the leather-topped desk was a whiskey and soda.

Mashal and I held hands tightly, a sisterly clasp of solidarity. Mashal’s hand was cool and dry. Mine was slightly sweaty; I was afraid of the two dogs sitting at Mashal’s father’s feet: giant German Shepherds called Bogart and Gable, after Uncle’s two favourite actors. Uncle hand-fed them with scraps from his table and encouraged their every vice, not even minding when Bogart came bounding in to meet Uncle’s dinner guests and peed on the carpet in front of them. They were sitting down now, panting like two steam trains, their tongues enlarged to an almost unbelievable size and hanging out of their mouths. Uncle caressed their heads while he regarded the two of us with a look that for some reason reminded me of my nursery-school teacher. It said, You are silly children and we adults know what is best for you. But I will indulge you anyway, because I am so generous.

“Things will be calmer once we go, Abba. It’ll all settle down. Already they’re saying things are okay now over there. It’s as if nothing happened.”

Uncle picks up the whiskey from the desk and takes a cool, slow swig. He swallows and I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat. They say Uncle is one of the richest men in Pakistan; that he plays golf with Musharraf and hunts in England with the Sheikh of Qatar. “Have you forgotten what happened to Bilal, Mashal?”

Bilal is Mashal’s cousin, who went to university one week before September 11. He was in his first class when the planes went into the buildings, and by the end of the day, when he went out to get some dinner with his friends, a gang of men caught hold of them and gave them such a beating that Bilal had to stay three days in the hospital. He spent the next month cowering in his dorm room, because the university told them it was too dangerous for Muslim students or anyone who looked like an Arab to go out anywhere off campus. His parents had nearly died of fear when they got the phone call from the hospital, and everyone in school was so depressed to hear about the incident that some of us didn’t know whether to even try to get into college in America anymore.

“Yaar, I think I’m not going to apply,” said Shahid.  The four of us – Shahid, Zulfy, Mashal and me – were sitting in the canteen having lunch at our usual table, plates of biryani and bottles of Coke and packets of chili chips scattered in front of us.  It was always hard to hear each other in the canteen, the other kids made so much noise, hooting, hollering and snickering as if they were chimpanzees in the zoo. But we had important things to talk about; we leaned in close, heads and knees touching companionably, to hear each other over the din.

“No, you have to!” shrieked Mashal. “We’re all applying – you can’t just drop out now!”

“I don’t want to go there and end up in Guantanamo Bay just because the Immigration Officer doesn’t like my face!” It was true, Shahid was not very good looking; in fact he had a terrible case of acne and was always self-consciously touching his skin, which only made it worse. Mashal and I had told him to use herbal face masks and Multani clay to dry out his pimples, and advised him to stop eating chips and pizza, but he was always the type to give up the idea of anything before even trying to achieve it.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Shahid,” I said. “You’ll have your visa and your papers and everything. They’ll see you’re legitimate and there won’t be any problem. It’s just those guys who try to overstay their visas and forge their passports that have problems.”

“No, that’s not true,” said Zulfy. “Everyone who goes there now, every guy, I mean, between the ages of eighteen and forty-five, has to do Special Registration when they get there. I know, because my uncle goes to America all the time – he’s got a green card – but they still make him do it.”

“What is that?” I asked.

Zulfy drained the last of his Coke bottle with a loud hollow rattle, then rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and planted his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands. His arms were long and skinny, like two coat hangers that had been pulled apart. He dropped his voice as if imparting a great secret upon us. “They pull you out of the immigration line, okay? And then they take you to a special room. You can’t have your phone on. They keep you there for five, six hours. Just after you’ve been on a flight for what, twenty hours? They ask you stupid questions. Who your grandfather is and when was the last time your father came to America. If your name is anything even close to Osama or Muhammed or Ali, they keep you there for God knows how long. And if they find anything wrong with you at all, anything… that’s it. You disappear.”

“Then what?”

“You know what! Guantanamo Bay!”

Mashal and I both shuddered at the invocation of that dreaded place. “Oh my God,” I whispered.

“I heard they torture them over there.” Shahid said, picking at a scab on his chin. Mashal slapped his hand away as if she was his mother. “Ow!” he exclaimed, and glared at her.

“Of course they torture them, stupid!” said Zulfy. “What do you think they’re going to do, sing lullabies and have a tea party?”

Mashal said, “I heard they make them eat pork.”

Shahid said, “That’s nothing. They have to watch while the guards rip up the Quran in front of them!”

“They probably make them eat the pages of the Quran,” said Zulfy

“But is that really haraam?” I asked.

“Of course it is!”

“So what does Muhammed Ali do when he has to travel?” said Shahid,

Zulfy looked confused “Who?”

“The boxer, Muhammed Ali.  Does he have to go through Special Registration?”

“No, stupid. He’s American. And he’s sixty-five or seventy. It’s only young men, guys our age, who might be terrorists.”

“And he has some disease, Alzheimer’s or something. They wouldn’t do that to a sick man,” I added.

“No, they would. My uncle said even a guy in a wheelchair was being questioned in the next cubicle. I think they were asking him where it was made and if it had any heroin inside its wheels.”

“B*******!” said Shahid loudly. “Damn America!”

A couple of kids from the other tables swiveled their heads to look at us. We didn’t care, though. This was the cool table, and we were the cool kids: the best students in school and the ones who had traveled abroad the most and whose parents belonged to the Sindh Club and knew the President. We all knew we were going to study in America because our parents could afford to send us and they’d gone to America themselves, and we could either stay on there after our degrees and work for a big bank in New York, or come back and work with our fathers’ companies. We would eventually marry from amongst our privileged circle. The course of our lives would be safely circumscribed by our family names, and by being the elite of the elite, life in Pakistan would be lived in the same way it would had we been living in London, Dubai, or New York.

In the end Mashal’s father relented; we would apply for college, and if everything stayed all right in America, he’d let her go – but only if I went to the same place as she did. My father also agreed, thinking that if we were in the same place, we’d at least be able to keep an eye on each other; so we registered for our TOEFL exams and filled in a dozen application forms, wrote essays and got recommendations filled out by our teachers, the idea of studying in America, even with all the Special Registration and what happened to Mashal’s cousin Bilal, too appealing to give up. We all wanted to run away to America, to a place where our parents would be 6,000 kilometers away from us, where there would be clubs and parties and no curfews, and malls and Starbucks and the kind of freedom that you just couldn’t find in Karachi.

Sure, we party in Karachi, but they are stupid affairs, where boys sneak in the booze and girls get escorted home by drivers and bodyguards at the end of the night. And the boys, if they get too drunk, make their guards fight each other and the girls have to change into their proper clothes before going home so that our parents don’t know what we are up to. Girls and boys make out, and there are drugs too, charas and worse, but Mashal and I are not into that kind of thing at all, and Zulfy thinks drugs are for losers and Shahid’s too scared to upset his mummy and daddy, so we all lead really boring lives at home, watching TV and going out for dinners and movies at the one Cineplex that our parents will allow us to go to.

As Mashal and I begin to say our prayers in the small, musty Muslim Prayer Room on our college campus, I remember how I thought going to America would be all about partying and coming home at four in the morning, using a key to open the door to my own apartment, not telling anyone where I would go, what I did, or who I would talk to. I thought it would be about wearing what I liked and not having to worry that someone would see, someone else would talk, or that my parents would ground me for the rest of my life.

But when I walk home at four o’clock on a winter’s afternoon, the night covering the day in a blanket of darkness, my boots crunching against the snow, the thoughts of my Ammi and Abba back home in Karachi filling my mind until the tears freeze under my eyelids before they can even slide down my cheeks. I have to stop in the snow, my arms stiff around the bags of groceries I’m bringing home from the store, and I think of Karachi’s gentle afternoon breezes, palm trees swaying in the wind, neem trees scenting the air, the calls of the Bangladeshi parrots and mynas sweet in my ears.

That’s when I realise that no matter how far away I go from Karachi, I can never leave it behind.

As Mashal and I bow and kneel, kneel and bow, and then lower ourselves to the ground for the final salaam, I can’t help but hold up my hands in wonder, and say to God, in a lowered voice, Look, I’m here, in America, and no stupid terrorists or George Bush have been able to stop me. All praise is due to you, Allah, the Sustainer of all the worlds, please bless both the one I’m in and take me back safely to the one that I came from. Ameen.

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MQM sector incharge killed in Karachi

KARACHI: An MQM Joint sector incharge, Adil Jafery was gunned down as unknown persons opened fire on him. According to details, he was killed in Paposh Nagar area of Nazimabad. After the attack, reports suggest that panic spread within the area, where …

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Dr Farooq’s funeral arrangements made

KARACHI: The Muttahida Qaumi Movement finalised on Friday all arrangements concerning the funeral prayer and burial of Dr Imran Farooq.

In view of security concerns, the MQM did not disclose its plan about transporting the body of the slain leader from the Karachi airport to the Jinnah Ground, where the funeral prayer will be held on Saturday.

An MQM statement said that the funeral prayer of the slain leader would be offered at the Jinnah Ground after Zuhar prayer and he would be buried in the Shuhada graveyard in Yasinabad.

It said that all arrangements regarding traffic control, guidance to participants and cleanliness arrangements on the route of the funeral procession, etc, had been completed.

It said arrangements to ensure maximum security had also been finalised and hundreds of workers of the MQM would assist the local administration in this regard.

Malik visits Jinnah Ground
Interior Minister Rehman Malik visited the Jinnah Ground on Friday to review the overall security arrangements.

According to an MQM press release, the interior minister arrived at the Jinnah Ground, Azizabad, in a helicopter. He was received by members of the MQM coordination committee, including Anis Kaimkhani and Dr Saghir Ahmed, who briefed him on the security arrangements.

Mr Malik and the coordination committee members took a round of the venue and directed the authorities to take all-out measures for the security of the Jinnah Ground and adjacent localities.

Later, he visited the ‘Yadgar-i-Shuhada’, a monument in the Jinnah Ground.

Meanwhile, the interior minister also called on Sindh Governor Dr Ishratul Ibad Khan at the Governor’s House on Friday and discussed security arrangements for Dr Farooq’s funeral.

According a press release, the minister briefed the governor on the security steps taken by the law-enforcement agencies, the law and order situation as well as relations between the Pakistan People’s Party and the MQM.

They expressed their determination to take action against criminal elements, particularly the land and drug mafia and those involved in the business of illegal weapons.

Complete ban on arms
The Sindh government has placed a ban on carrying all kinds of weapons in the province for the next 48 hours beginning on Friday midnight.

A notification issued here in this regard stated that the government of Sindh had suspended all permission letters for carrying weapons issued in relaxation of a ban under Section 144 of the criminal procedure code for 48 hours beginning on Friday midnight and “there will be a complete ban on carrying all kinds of weapons”.

Traffic routes announced
The capital city traffic police announced on Friday alternative routes for vehicular traffic on Saturday for the funeral of Dr Farooq.

According to the traffic plan, the road users from Liaquatabad to Sohrab Goth should proceed via Nazimabad No 4, Board Office, Five-Star Chowrangi, Nagan Chowrangi and onward, and turn right from Liaquatabad No 10 towards Civic Centre to reach their destinations.

The road users from Sohrab Goth to Ayesha Manzil and Liaquatabad No 10 have been asked to proceed via Sohrab Goth, left turn on the overhead bridge towards Nagan Chowrangi, Sher Shah Soori Road and left turn onto the Shah Waliullah Road, to Fazal Mill, Gulshan-i-Iqbal to reach their destinations.

It said the drivers had been asked to choose their destinations by adopting alternative routes to avoid inconvenience.

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Four killed in Karachi target killings incidents

KARACHI: Despite the law enforcement agencies being on alert in Karachi, four more people were killed on Sunday in various incidents of violence.

According to police, one person was killed when unknown gunmen opened fire on him in the Korangi area. The deceased was identified as 20-year-old Abdullah when his body was brought to the hospital. Prior to this incident, another man was killed in North Nazimabad’s Kausar Niazi Colony when unknown gunmen shot at him and fled immediately. The victim’s body was brought to Abbasi Shaheed Hospital where he was identified as Ayub Bengali.

Meanwhile in Bohrapeer’s Choona Bhatti area, one person was critically injured in a firing incident. He succumbed to his wounds before he could get any emergency medical treatment.

The body of an unidentified man was also found in Agra Taj Colony who had been killed by strangulation.

Police and Rangers carried out search operations in Karachi’s Lyari and Sachal Goth areas from where they arrested two political activists and also recovered weapons from their possession. A large number of weapons were found in the possession of the person arrested from Lyari whereas the person arrested from Sachal Goth is reported to be connected to several cases of target killing. – DawnNews

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Cop among 3 killed in various incidents

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KARACHI – Three persons including a cop were gunned down in separate incidents of violence and mishap in different parts of the city on Saturday.
According to details, a police constable was gunned down in Sikanderabd Colony located in Nazimabad No. 1 in the limits of Rizvia Police Station. Police…

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Violence ahead of polling in PS-94 today

KARACHI: Polling in the by-election on a Sindh assembly seat (PS-94) in Karachi is all set to begin on Sunday morning amid fears of violence and suicide bombing.

The provincial assembly seat had fallen vacant following the assassination of Muttahida Qaumi Movement lawmaker Syed Raza Haider, who along with a police guard was killed in a Nazimabad mosque on Aug 2.

The constituency comprising areas of Orangi Town is always considered as an MQM stronghold as in the past elections since 1988 its candidates had emerged victorious. According to estimates based on 1998 census, there are 67 per cent Urdu-speaking people in the constituency, 13 per cent Pakhtuns, eight per cent Punjabis and five per cent Baloch.

In the 2008 general election, Raza Haider had bagged 79,634 votes compared to 4,649 votes secured by the Pakistan People’s Party Parliamentarian candidate, Syed Rais Ahmed Kazmi; 2,630 votes by Muttahida Majlis-i-Amal candidate Maulana Rashid Ali; 959 bagged by the Awami National Party’s Gul Raj Khan and 229 votes secured by independent candidate Tahir Anis.

This time the PPP has not fielded any candidate to contest the by-election. The MMA is also not in the field. A total of five candidates are contesting the by-poll and two of them — Saifuddin Khalid and Riaz Gul — had been nominated by the MQM and the ANP, respectively. The other candidates are: Abdul Haq, Masood Alam and Zeenat Yasmin.

However, the ANP announced on Saturday evening that it would boycott the by-poll and would observe Sunday as ‘black day’.

While the MQM hoped that its candidate would match the votes that had been secured by the slain MPA, many believed that this could only become possible if the party succeeded in bringing out voters on the polling day, as traditionally the turnout in by-election is always less than in the general election.

The Election Commission has finalised all arrangements for holding by-election on the constituency, PS-94, which has 86 polling stations with a total registered votes of 133,150.

Strict security measures have been taken to ensure peaceful polling. Of the 86 polling stations, 22 have been declared as ‘extremely sensitive’ while the rest of the polling stations are declared sensitive. Quoting intelligence reports, a senior Rangers official told newsmen on Saturday that terrorists might carry out suicide bombing on the polling day.

No outsider would be allowed to enter any polling station. One police officer with 15 constables would be posted inside every polling station while policemen in plainclothes would also be deputed outside the polling stations. An additional police contingent would be deployed in the Orangi Town area. Rangers would be deputed only in polling stations declared ‘extremely sensitive’.

The polling will begin at 8am and continued till 5pm without any break.

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Via DAWN.com

Five more dead in Karachi target killings

KARACHI: Fresh incidents of target killings claimed five more lives in Karachi, DawnNews reported.

Unknown gunmen killed one person and injured another in the city’s Gulshan-i-Maymar area.

Moreover, two youths were shot dead in the city’s Nazimabad neighbourhood. The youths, hailing from Karachi’s Lyari area, had been tortured before they were shot dead.

Prior to this, two persons were killed in Karachi’s Khamosh Colony and Manghopir areas.

At least 11 people have been killed in target killings in the city during the past 24 hours.

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Target killing continues in Karachi, claims 5 more lives

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Target killing incidents are continued in Karachi with intervals. Fresh incidents have claimed five more lives. Media reports quoting rescue sources said, some unknown gunmen shot a person dead in Korangi area. Two handcuffed dead bodies were found in Sadia Market near Nazimabad Inquiry office during late hours of night.…

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