Post Osama politics: Household plagued by triple polio tragedy
Journey of a family where three have fallen prey to an unforgiving pandemic.
Young Musharraf is Karachi’s first polio victim in 14 months and comes from a family which already has two polio victims living under the same roof. PHOTO: ATHAR KHAN/EXPRESS
KARACHI:
A mother foresees the future of her child and tears curl up in the corner of her eyes as fear, regret and guilt take over.
“He cries all night because his feet hurt. His walk has become wobbly,” weeps Muslimah, looking at a boy wearing brown shalwar kameez, tightly held by his elder siblings as he struggles to walk barefoot across the room.
Her son is just two and a half years old and she knows exactly how his life is going to end up.
She knows he will grow up to be a cripple, to be ridiculed by others. She sees no prospect of education or career for him. She knows they’ll be lucky if he winds up as a truck broker, earning a few bucks at best.
By predisposition of his disease, just like his father, Musharraf is ill-fated and damned.
Young Musharraf is Karachi’s first polio victim in 14 months and comes from a family which already has two polio victims living under the same roof — Musharraf’s father and his uncle. “I have a polio-stricken husband, and now I would have to raise such a child. I have left everything to God,” Muslimah says in a submissive, almost defeatist tone, wiping tears with her black chaadar.
Musharraf’s three elder siblings were all administered anti-polio drops but when his turn came, the dosage was stopped midway by his father, who himself suffers from polio.
“We came to know about Dr Shakil Afridi’s alliance with the Americans,” said the father, referring to the doctor’s alleged fake immunisation campaign which led to the capture of Osama bin Laden in 2011.
“We thought that the polio campaign was being run by the Jews and Americans, so I wouldn’t let anyone give drops to my child,” said the crippled man, with face lines that showed just how deep and unforgiving his regret was.
After his son was diagnosed with carrying the virus, Usman asked the doctors to give him the drops, but it was too late. The fair-skinned, brown-haired toddler remains polio affected.
Usman and his family live in a bare-bricked building in an impoverished area swarmed with garbage and sewage in Railway Colony of Bin Qasim town.
While the men were out at work Sunday, the women, in broken Urdu, narrated stories of the house plagued by polio.
On a charpoy sits wrinkled-faced Shamim, the boy’s grandmother. “When Usman was born in the 1980s, there was no concept of polio campaign in our village,” she says referring to their hometown of Bisham, Shangla.
The family believed that Usman was crippled because of a high fever. “I would massage his legs with oil and hoped that it would cure him.” It was years later when the family moved to Karachi that they came to know about his disease. “He was never able to get a proper job because of his condition. He has lived a very difficult life.”
Sitting next to her is Nasir, a teenage cousin of Usman, who also suffers from the polio virus. As he blankly stares into space, his mother Gulshala laments, “He was as young as Musharraf when he was diagnosed with polio. He is also mentally challenged and becomes violent at times. I don’t know why our family is becoming affected. It seems like a family disease.”
The grief-struck family claims Musharraf contracted the virus when he went out with his father to the market a few days ago. His fever and the slight crippling feet alarmed the family, and soon doctors broke the devastating news.
This is a family where men did not go to school and where women are not allowed to stir abroad.
“We women live like animals because we are not allowed to educate ourselves and work. And if our men keep becoming crippled, how will the family survive?” asks Shamim.
As the mother struggles to come to terms with a life she thinks will be wasted, Musharaf’s father sits and stares into abyss – wondering how things would have been different had they administered the drops to their youngest son.
(WITH ADDITIONAL INPUT BY SOHAIL KHATTAK IN KARACHI)
Published in The Express Tribune, February 4th, 2013.
A mother foresees the future of her child and tears curl up in the corner of her eyes as fear, regret and guilt take over.
“He cries all night because his feet hurt. His walk has become wobbly,” weeps Muslimah, looking at a boy wearing brown shalwar kameez, tightly held by his elder siblings as he struggles to walk barefoot across the room.
Her son is just two and a half years old and she knows exactly how his life is going to end up.
She knows he will grow up to be a cripple, to be ridiculed by others. She sees no prospect of education or career for him. She knows they’ll be lucky if he winds up as a truck broker, earning a few bucks at best.
By predisposition of his disease, just like his father, Musharraf is ill-fated and damned.
Young Musharraf is Karachi’s first polio victim in 14 months and comes from a family which already has two polio victims living under the same roof — Musharraf’s father and his uncle. “I have a polio-stricken husband, and now I would have to raise such a child. I have left everything to God,” Muslimah says in a submissive, almost defeatist tone, wiping tears with her black chaadar.
Musharraf’s three elder siblings were all administered anti-polio drops but when his turn came, the dosage was stopped midway by his father, who himself suffers from polio.
“We came to know about Dr Shakil Afridi’s alliance with the Americans,” said the father, referring to the doctor’s alleged fake immunisation campaign which led to the capture of Osama bin Laden in 2011.
“We thought that the polio campaign was being run by the Jews and Americans, so I wouldn’t let anyone give drops to my child,” said the crippled man, with face lines that showed just how deep and unforgiving his regret was.
After his son was diagnosed with carrying the virus, Usman asked the doctors to give him the drops, but it was too late. The fair-skinned, brown-haired toddler remains polio affected.
Usman and his family live in a bare-bricked building in an impoverished area swarmed with garbage and sewage in Railway Colony of Bin Qasim town.
While the men were out at work Sunday, the women, in broken Urdu, narrated stories of the house plagued by polio.
On a charpoy sits wrinkled-faced Shamim, the boy’s grandmother. “When Usman was born in the 1980s, there was no concept of polio campaign in our village,” she says referring to their hometown of Bisham, Shangla.
The family believed that Usman was crippled because of a high fever. “I would massage his legs with oil and hoped that it would cure him.” It was years later when the family moved to Karachi that they came to know about his disease. “He was never able to get a proper job because of his condition. He has lived a very difficult life.”
Sitting next to her is Nasir, a teenage cousin of Usman, who also suffers from the polio virus. As he blankly stares into space, his mother Gulshala laments, “He was as young as Musharraf when he was diagnosed with polio. He is also mentally challenged and becomes violent at times. I don’t know why our family is becoming affected. It seems like a family disease.”
The grief-struck family claims Musharraf contracted the virus when he went out with his father to the market a few days ago. His fever and the slight crippling feet alarmed the family, and soon doctors broke the devastating news.
This is a family where men did not go to school and where women are not allowed to stir abroad.
“We women live like animals because we are not allowed to educate ourselves and work. And if our men keep becoming crippled, how will the family survive?” asks Shamim.
As the mother struggles to come to terms with a life she thinks will be wasted, Musharaf’s father sits and stares into abyss – wondering how things would have been different had they administered the drops to their youngest son.
(WITH ADDITIONAL INPUT BY SOHAIL KHATTAK IN KARACHI)
Published in The Express Tribune, February 4th, 2013.