I have seen some of slumps as big as housing 700,000 people, a place called Machar Colony, located in the largest city of Pakistan, Karachi, where the average house covers an area of about 150 sq. feet with a family of 6-10 people living in the house. There are no metallic roads, just narrow, un-even, bumpy, and dusty lanes where only the cycles and motorcycles can have the approach. These houses are made of single-brick walls and asbestos-sheets used as the roof. There is no water supply to the houses and the inmates fill their cans from the street taps. Most of the people are un-employed and you will find young boys chatting in the streets during the day time; they become prone to the anti-social elements and get involved in street crimes.

But still, children living in that area want to go to schools; get higher education and become a doctor or a pilot or an engineer, but they don’t know how. I act as a mentor for them and guide them, listen to their life at home and their ambitions ahead. When I see their shining faces, I feel satisfied and admire them for their high hopes in spite of their miseries.