A dusty footpath. Sindh Government Hospital. Midday heat curling the air.
She couldn’t have been more than three.
Alone.
Wobbling along the pavement like it belonged to her.
No hand to hold. No adult in sight.
For a second I thought—maybe someone’s just behind her. A mother buying medicine? A distracted father paying the rickshaw fare?
But no.
She just kept walking.
Unbothered. Or maybe too used to being invisible.
And my heart sank like it always does in this city.
Because in Karachi, a small girl alone isn’t a harmless accident.
It’s a blinking red light.
No One Is Coming
Negligence. That’s the polite word.
But what do you call it when a child is left vulnerable in the middle of a place where even grown men stay alert?
We hear about abuse. Abductions. Disappearances.
But before all that—there is neglect.
The kind that starts quietly:
A child left alone outside a pharmacy.
A baby girl sleeping on a bench in a government ward while her mother begs for injections.
A four-year-old waiting for a father who may not even return.
Here’s what I noticed: these are not always poor parents. Sometimes it’s exhaustion. Sometimes drugs. Sometimes just a heartbreaking loss of instinct. But almost always, it’s girls who bear the brunt.
There’s something in our society that tells us: a little girl doesn’t matter that much. She’ll manage. She’s not the heir anyway.
And then one day, she disappears.
What the Numbers Refuse to Forget
You don’t see many news stories about missing little girls in Pakistan.
But dig into the reports, and you’ll find:
In 2023, the NGO Sahil reported 3,242 cases of child abuse.
Of those, 1,112 were abductions.
And girls made up nearly 60% of them.
Children under the age of 10 were involved in more than 20% of these cases.
Karachi police and Madadgar helpline say over 700 children go missing from the city every year.
Most from low-income areas.
Many snatched near hospitals, bus stops, schools, or while playing in alleys.
The Edhi Foundation confirms: baby girls are abandoned far more than boys.
Some left at their cradles.
Others found in drains.
And these are only the reported cases.
How many vanish without a single phone call to the police?
How many mothers are too ashamed—or too scared—to even admit their child is gone?
A Country of Ghost Girls
You ever wonder why it’s always a boy’s name on the missing poster?
You ever ask why a family would look for a son for years, but never report their daughter missing?
I met a nurse at JPMC once. She told me about a toddler who’d been sleeping in the ward for two days.
“She says she’s waiting for ammi,” the nurse said. “But no one’s come back.”
That was months ago.
They put her in a shelter.
They named her Noor.
I still wonder if her mother forgot her. Or just… let her go.
No Hero Ending Here
I wish I had something noble to say—that I followed the girl, found her mother, lectured someone. I didn’t. I just watched. Prayed under my breath. And walked on, half-sick with guilt.
But maybe that’s the real tragedy.
Not just that these girls are left behind—
but that we’ve all gotten used to it.
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