A SALESMAN sits in his shop waiting for customers in the newly built apartment blocks in Abbas Town on Sunday—White Star
Affected families begin returning to Abbas Town
Now in her new home, she is all smiles. The white walls of the apartment shine.
By Saher Baloch
KARACHI: There is an active buzz surrounding the newly reconstructed apartments on both sides of Abbas Town as shopkeepers and residents were seen moving about on Sunday to get settled.
A few steps inside the main junction between the two apartment blocks leading towards Abbas Town and busy shopkeepers
fixing planks, electricity wires and bulbs can be seen. Busy putting in order their shops, and lives, they try not to bring up the all too obvious incident that occurred last year.
A year from now, the street was a haunting reminder of the bomb explosion that took place on March 3. The ruined front of Iqra and Rabia Flower apartments is replaced with coffee coloured galleries with just two or three of them yet occupied by residents.
Inside Iqra Apartments, Azra I in ran, 30, has already moved into her newly built apartment. The squawking of little parrots in a cage outside her apartment is the only sound in an otherwise empty block.
Now, in her new home, she is all smiles. The white walls of the apartment shine in
the afternoon light. The kitchen counter has a bright orange shirt waiting to be ironed. Apart from that, the house is almost empty. She is among the first two families to move in, as she says she had nowhere else to go.
“I was thrown out of my rented apartment a night before Ramazan,” she says, sitting in a chair. “It was just at the back of Abbas Town. The landlord over there threw my clothes and whatever furniture I had on the road and told me to leave,” she narrates in a matter-of-fact manner. In the same breath, she says: “I understand why he did that. No one would tolerate a family living without paying rent for five months.”
Taking a deep breath, she recalls the evening of March 3, adding, “We lost everything
in a moment.”
Azra was praying in a room facing the terrace and her three children were in the opposite direction playing outside their apartment when the explosion occurred. “My right leg was almost out in open air as I struggled to get back up on the remaining concrete and look for my children. It was completely dark and silent as I tried to look for them amid the debris,” she says.
Azra and her children came out of the rubble without any major injury. “I sat down and dragged myself down slowly, holding two of my kids in my arms. My eldest kid, who was seven at the time, helped me find the way as