An intersection of lives in Islamabad
I got to know Islamabad better than I ever intended to. I had to wait for paperwork, which gave me over 2 weeks to explore the in 1967 newly built capital of Pakistan. Every day I rode out on my motorbike to discover a new part of the city, and every single day I passed the same group of dressed up gentlemen in the middle of an intersection. I’m still not sure why it took me over 2 weeks, but eventually I stopped by with a translating friend to make a conversation.
The group turned out to be Shakir (middle) and his band. Growing up in a family of musicians, Shakir has the rhythm of the Dhol drums running through his veins. With his 6 fellow band members he plays at any party that comes on offer. But as much as Pakistanis love their folk music, so tough is earning your penny by waiting on an intersection.
Shakir and his band seem to rely fully on the happiness of their surroundings. Whenever someone has a celebration, they drive by and pick up the band, who then plays at their party. When the performance is over and the payment is made, the whole band is dropped off again at their intersection. It may sound wonderful at first, but every day their income is a question. Every day is a hope for a new celebration.
Shakir and I still video call once in a while. Although we don’t share a common language, we’re always happy to have a small peak into each others lives. Shakir always asks when I come back to Pakistan. I hope soon, Shakir. Inshallah.
