These hard working Afro-Pakistanis are the direct blood relatives of native Africa mainly ‘Somalia’
The isle of ‘Manora’ of Karachi’s Kimari along with the whole west coast is inhibited by these ‘Sheedi’s’ with pocket of Residential areas of Liyari, MangoPire, and Hawksbay dwellings are inhibited by them currently.
Foot ball being their favorite sport in Karachi induced many a names and talents to play for Pakistan’s national side.
Boxing being the next favourite of many carries success stories as far as a ‘Gold Medal’ in Olympic by a ‘Sheedi’ man (I will insert the name later).
Here is an article on ‘Mangopir Crocs’ . Its good read and if some one can come up with some Pictures that would be the cherry on the cake,
The crocs are a’swimmin’
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Khalid Hasan Years ago, I went to look up the Mangupir crocs in Karachi. They had that lazy look, as if butter would not melt in their mouths, that crocs and politicians have. They appeared to be in no hurry to go anywhere, and, in fact, were going nowhere. Although I would rather be wearing a croc – or former croc – in my feet, I did hang around for a while to see the reptiles’ devotees feeding them. The crocs appeared to be pretty choosy about their food, which is more than can be said for human beings who would eat just anything. Much of what was thrown to the crocs, they simply ignored.
It was only recently that I learnt why the Mangupir crocs were so snooty about their food. And the man I have to thank for unravelling that mystery is Abbas Athar, who, writing on a good day, and when in his element, is pure delight, nothing less. If I lose some of the sparkle of his Urdu in translation, I hope he won’t have me thrown to the crocs of Mangupir or his village pond in Burki which also happens to be the stomping ground of another old croc, though of the political breed, Malik Meraj Khalid.
So over to Abbas Athar. “Two or three years ago, it was reported that Pakistan was home to a special breed of crocodile that accepted no food that which was not honestly earned. At the time, there were 90 crocs inhabiting the 600-foot Mangupir Lake. On a given day of the week, devotees used to gather there with offerings of meat, which ranged from lamb to camel to chicken. The devotee whose offering was accepted by one of the crocs, went home satisfied that his prayer had been answered. Those crocs were gifted with the ability to tell meat bought with illicit money from meat acquired through honest earnings. People would come in hundreds, carrying their tastefully decorated offerings, beating drums and dancing. They would stand on the lakeshore and present their offerings. The principal croc and the obvious leader was eleven feet long and known as Mor Sahib. He was believed to be 55 years old. Anyone whose offering Mor Sahib accepted considered himself singularly fortunate. The priest of the croc shrine was a 45-year old man named Sajjad.
“Perhaps those crocs and that lake still exist, which would be an interesting coincidence in terms of our national croc culture. However, a croc, whether he is land-based or in water, is something to be feared. Not always is he entirely committed to eating food procured through honestly earned money. So bottomless is his belly and so cavernous his mouth that he can gobble up an entire animal without showing the least sign of satiation. He can consume, for instance, electric power worth hundreds of thousands of rupees without suffering even a mild stomach cramp. He can snap up billions of rupees in commissions from underhand local and foreign deals. He can swallow without trace large sums borrowed from national banks. He is known to spit up millions of dollars taken from the country’s treasury in the safe deposit vaults of Swiss and American banks.
“He can suck the blood of landless tillers and then proceed to shed his famous crocodile tears so that it becomes impossible to differentiate the oppressor from the oppressed. It is said that the devotees of the Mangupir crocs belong to the Sheedi tribe which has an African origin. These men were brought to this part of the world by Arab slave traders in the seventh century. They never went back. However, land-based croc devotees and people like us were born right here. According to one estimate, during the days of Ayub Khan, there were only 22 crocs in Pakistan. It is another matter that millions of fish were always protesting at their presence in the land. The crocs took a hint and began to propagate their numbers. They also encouraged bigger fish to swallow smaller fish, assuring them that if they continued, one day they too could turn into crocs.
“As a result of these efforts, before long the country was infested with Qabza Groups which specialised in depriving widows and orphans of all they owned. New institutions came into being that decamped with millions in the name of the Quran. In the arid land of Gujarat, a new breed of croc took birth, specialising in gobbling up money borrowed from cooperative banks. There also appeared on the scene religious and political crocs who declared that money taken in bribes was halal. There also arose in the land, an entire generation of leaders who obtained votes on false promises, though the poor fish did not know it. Bureaucrats who used to earn just a few thousand rupees as salary realised that so fertile was this land that they could become owners of palatial villas, command vast bank balances and dispatch their children to foreign lands for higher education so that they could eventually become business tycoons abroad.
“All these crocs detest one another and though they fight, they never do anything that could jeopardise their race. They come and they go, raking in all they can lay their hands on. In between, they accuse one another of graft and dishonesty. On occasions, they also jail their opponents, but are careful not to do anything to encourage the fish to revolt against them. Their differences apart, all crocs are agreed that the status quo must be maintained because it guarantees their permanence. If the 90 Mangupir crocs who only accepted honestly earned food are still around, they pose a clear and present danger to the system. Because of them, the entire social structure can come undone. The government should immediately order an inquiry to be sure that these crocs are not foreign agents. No one will disagree that the Mangupir crocs are involved in activities that run counter to the national interest. Because of them, Pakistan’s march forward can be under threat because honest money can neither feed you nor clothe you.”
Game, set and match to Abbas Athar.