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December 19, 2008
They could often be found loitering around, throwing coloured glass bottles against the wall or digging up dirt in the narrow pedestrian footpath in search of marbles to play with. Everyone could hear their parents screaming across the street. Constable Jamaal worked the night shift at the busiest intersection in Karachi and it was because of the resultant deafness that his marriage endured. The house next to his had been inhabited by four different families over the past three years and the neighbourhood knew there would be more for such was the potency of Shamshad’s piercing screams and blistering curses.