A view overlooking Karachi's cityscape in late 1986 from the AEG Pakistan office desk as political turmoil reshaped urban Sindh I sat at my desk in the accounts department of AEG Pakistan in late 1986, balancing job order costing ledgers for the German firm while smoke drifted across the city skyline. The sharp air smelled of burnt rubber and tear gas, a bitter haze that crept through window frames and settled in the back of your throat. My job demanded absolute numerical precision down to the last rupee, yet nothing in those corporate cost sheets could account for the sudden explosion of violence consuming the streets outside. My colleagues talked in low, frightened whispers about ethnic clashes, while older men in my neighborhood insisted that religious solidarity would eventually calm the crowds. They were completely wrong. The old political consensus was dying, and the party that had built its entire identity on that foundation was about to be swept aside. Jamaat-e-Islami had...
Strategic analysis on geopolitics, financial systems, and Pakistani affairs, blended with personal stories and commentary from Karachi. Written by Munaeem Jamal.