12Take charge
How sudden danger brought out the lion in me in Pakistan
After our nightmare drive from the terrible floods in northern Sindh province to the capital, Mahdi dropped me at the Karachi airport for a 6 am flight to Islamabad. I called Faisal, my trusty driver, with my arrival time and told him I needed to go straight to the offices of the World Bank.
Faisal had asked me to wait inside the terminal building if I couldn’t see him. After a couple of minutes I ventured a peek outside and saw him running towards the airport building, his white shalwar kameez billowing out behind him. With increased security around the airport, he hadn’t been able to park out front. The Red Mosque siege had been dragging on for weeks, totally disrupting the city, and tensions were high.
‘Madam, please hurry,’ he said, grabbing my suitcase and striding briskly back towards the main road.
Ahead of us there was a commotion: a small crowd of highly animated men were watching a police forklift truck clearing a car from a restricted area. To my horror, I realised it was ours. Faisal was wide-eyed with panic. The embassy’s advice had been clear: During this volatile time, do not linger in public places. I knew that every second the danger increased and our chances of a safe exit were ebbing. Without stopping to think, a combination of fear and desperation propelled me forward. I ran towards the policeman who was overseeing the operation.
‘Put it down!’ I said emphatically, pointing at the car, which ...
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