I used to view poor people on the streets of Islamabad as pests. Everywhere. Mutilated children knocking on my car window — ugh, annoying. They smell. They’re loud. They’re just so “jaahil” and uncivilized. They’re ruining the city with their stench and “hooliganism,” especially when they’re hanging out in public parks. I …
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