Farewell Karachi

I am leaving, Karachi, I am going; it is hard though. Empty streets, no cars, no people, no one. As if the city was sad for my leaving, as if it wasn't ready for my departure; it was bidding me farewell through its silence; suddenly, a crow seemed to be following us, following me. It was the only bird in the sky, and then a couple appeared. Then I saw a car, a single car, then a number of crows, another couple of cars. My heart told me that it was a message from Karachi . . . it wanted to say that I can depart with a smile . . . life resumed. The stillness and silence seemed that Karachi was sad; it seemed to me that my departure shouldn't be noticed, while the city slept, and then life will resume. It was a message that it is ok, don't be sad, be happy, life is going to resume. I passed by "Khayaben-e-tanzeem", the Saudi consulate, that intersection, I can recognize the streets, the shops; suddenly, it seemed to me that I have just arrived; the tape was rewound. A tape that recorded five years of life time, the airplane's windows are covered by humidity, but it seemed to me that Karachi didn't want me to suffer the last minute farewells, goodbyes. It wanted me to travel at once, in silence . . . with a smile on my face. Thank you Karachi; thank you. "Ağlama Yar" was buzzing in my ear, I sang it during the take-off; it was what came to me at that moment. I am thankful and grateful, yes, this is how I feel. I had the chance to visit Karachi; oh how happy I am!