Karachi: Mixed and matchless

Published: August 14, 2011
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In Karachi, Parsi, Hindu, Sikh, and Christian are all within striking distance.

In Karachi, Parsi, Hindu, Sikh, and Christian are all within striking distance.

In Karachi, Parsi, Hindu, Sikh, and Christian are all within striking distance. This megacity is home to just about every caste, creed and ethnicity that makes up Pakistan.

I wanted to peek through the locked gates, to look into the sanctuary and enter the house of the dead.  I read the engraving by the walkway — UNEQUAL IN LIFE, ALL LIE EQUAL IN DEATH — while birds flitted about the cornice.  I wasn’t sure if I smelled something, faint, pungent, unrecognisable.  But it was time to go.  Sacred Zoroastrian Towers of Silence were not built to be ogled.

There are two such structures in central Karachi, dating back to over a hundred years ago. The small Tower known as the “Ghadialy Dokhma,” along a ridge studded with green trees, was consecrated in 1847 and the bigger Tower, known as the “Anjuman Dokhma” was consecrated in 1875. The Tower of Silence or dokhma is a perfectly white cylinder with a flat top but for a rounded lip that juts up above the entrance.  Inside, bodies are laid out under the open roof to decompose by the powers of nature.

Bones fall through a grate into a well below. “People don’t like to build houses here.” A Parsi friend indicated the barren plot below the ridge. “The smell.”

Until 1999, there were vultures on the Indian subcontinent.  But in the next ten years, as a result of feeding on cattle treated with a particular chemical called diclofenac, they were nearly completely annihilated. In India, some form of solar contraption is now used to “evaporate the body,” as our guide said — some reports say they are mirrors that focus the sunlight, others whisper of something more complex.  No one is allowed inside the Towers of Silence but those trusted with its upkeep, so there’s no way of knowing what lies beyond those raised white walls.  The birds, it seems, are there just to look.

The term ‘Parsi’ is today used interchangeably with “Zoroastrian”, though it traces its roots to the Fars or Pars Province in south-west Iran but today only those who fled to the Indian subcontinent in the seventh and eight centuries are referred to as Parsis. Numbering only in the low thousands, the Parsi community is nonetheless thriving and prominent, distinctly less affected by extremist attacks than other religious minorities in Pakistan.

In Karachi, Parsi, Hindu, Sikh, and Christian are all within striking distance — er, short drives — of each other.  Though its inhabitants are almost entirely Muslim, Karachi’s demography reflects the gravitation of myriad immigrant populations to this Sindhi city by the sea, now one of the world’s top five most populous.  This genealogy extends back through nations and empires, including the country’s own provinces, that existed long before Pakistan — and it is by no means forgotten.  In one corner of a house, the cook speaks Sindhi to the maid.  Downstairs, the driver jokes with a guard in Pashto.  An obstacle to Pakistani unity, then — though by no means to its heart and spirit — is perhaps that too much is remembered.

The monumental mausoleum of Abdullah Shah Ghazi looks out over Clifton beach from its hilltop on Khayaban-e-Firdousi street.  Crowned by two solid green flags, the exterior is entirely navy-blue tile and patterns of thick, white zigzags.  In 2010, a double suicide bombing claimed several lives.  Still, all day and night, past the defunct metal detector and cursory pat-downs, crowds leave their shoes below and climb to the shrine to pray to the eighth century mystic saint, under whose aegis, many believe, tropical disasters have spared Karachi for more than a millennium. My friend, a born and raised Karachiite, seemed nervous.  “Don’t tell my dad we went here.”

One Hindu mandir, hides quietly down a small street near Jail Roundabout, albeit marked with colorful paint and a white dome peeking up over the mute blue walls.  The gatekeeper wrenched open the latch and followed us with watchful eyes as we shuffled in.  We took off our shoes and walked past the glittery, foil swastikas on the walls into a small shrine, dim and crowded with the stems and smells of leftover offerings.

Twenty minutes away through the city’s infamous traffic are the gates to Saint Patrick’s Cathedral.  A catholic man with a dark, happy face guarded the entrance with a dog that looked delighted to nap with its head on its paws.  The man’s name was Diego Rodriguez and he welcomed us onto the impressive grounds of the gothic church, in front of which rise the stately staircases of a white marble monument.  We couldn’t go in, though — the church is closed except for Sunday mass because of two recent attacks.  “It is sad,” said Diego.

Rumours were that a synagogue would be near the Bhimpura Old Town, but we never found it.  Wikipedia says it may have survived until the 1980s. Diversity, too, has its bounds.

I remembered the plaque that stood at the foot of the newest Tower of Silence.  Unequal in life.  There is a kind of inequality stitched to the heart of this city, a hand extended to some, and withdrawn from the grasp of others.  But there was more written on that marble slab, in letters accented with black ink: NO SPECIAL PLACE FOR ANYONE. NO MINE, NO THINE, NO HIS, NO HERS, ALL INSEPARABLE AND INDISTINGUISHABLE, SLEEP SIDE BY SIDE, PARTNERS AND EQUALS.  Sure, these words honoured the idyll of death, but men in Karachi also stand side by side.

We walked back onto the street, a Jewish tourist and his Muslim host.  We nodded to pedestrians in passing, Baloch, Sindhis, Hindus, Christians, Sikhs.  At least, they might have been — I had no idea. Perhaps they don’t either.

Published in The Express Tribune, Sunday Magazine, August 14th, 2011.

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Reader Comments (7)

  • Aug 14, 2011 - 12:31PM

    I enjoyed reading the article. For Jewish links in the city, Mr. Levinson should have commented on The Flagstaff House, and several others, that were designed by the architect, Mr. Moses Somake, an Iraqi Jew who had settled in Karachi in the 1920’s. The landmark, Merewether
    Tower, itself has the largest Star of David that can be seen in any building in the sub-continent.

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  • irfan akhtar
    Aug 14, 2011 - 12:41PM

    “You are free; you are free to go to your temples, you are free to go to your mosques or to any other place of worship in this State of Pakistan. You may belong to any religion or caste or creed – that has nothing to do with the business of… the state… We are starting with this fundamental principle that we are all citizens and equal citizens of one state… I think we should keep that in front of us as our ideal and you will find that in due course Hindus would cease to be Hindus and Muslims would cease to be Muslims, not in the religious sense, because that is the personal faith of each individual, but in the political sense as citizens of the State.”

    Quaid-e-azam
    Muhammad ali jinnah
    11 august 1947

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  • Ex Pakistani
    Aug 14, 2011 - 12:55PM

    @Zahid Islam:
    Why are you telling about all the jewish heritage in Karachi… these mullahs will take the opportunity to burn it first and destroy of whatever is left.

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  • Shaheen
    Aug 14, 2011 - 3:19PM

    Great article. Enjoyed it very much. The beauty of Karachi is its Multi ethnic characteristic.
    Congragulations to Pakistan on its indepence day of 14th August. Prayers for peace and prosperity. Pakistan Zindabad!!

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  • Saad Durrani
    Aug 14, 2011 - 4:35PM

    First thing first, Karachi is world’s most populous city for two years now on CityMayors.com.

    I wish we had a Jewish community.

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  • Humwatan
    Aug 15, 2011 - 9:59PM

    The great historic Merewether Tower with its majestic Star of David – fantastic reminder of Karachi’s open minded multi ethnic society and how they have historically enjoyed and blended in together.
    May Karachi have peace again. Ameen.

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  • Amjad
    Aug 18, 2011 - 3:57AM

    The Parsi community is slowly vanishing all over the world due to intermarriage. In Canada, many Parsis are marrying Hindus and others and my Parsi friend himself married a Goan. He predicted the Parsi community will no longer exist in 1 to 2 generations due to intermarriage.

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