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Gangs of Lyari: Brutal tales of violence from Karachi’s ‘wild west’
Lyari, one of the oldest neighbourhoods of Karachi, was once a sleepy lower income area known for its residents of African descent and their craze for football, but it turned into a war zone over the years.
Local residents and police tried to stay safe as criminals fought it out. The gangs of Lyari are brutal – men are shot dead on the streets in broad daylight. At the height of the gang wars in the past decade, more than 800 died in one year.
The colourfully named gang leaders sometimes met a worse fate. In 2013, gangster Arshad Pappu was kidnapped, tortured and beheaded. Rival gang members Baba Ladla and Uzair Baloch played football with his head.
The corpses of Pappu and his brother were paraded on a donkey cart before being hacked and burnt. Finally, their ashes were dumped in a sewer. This was Baloch’s method of exacting because Pappu’s father, Haji Lalu, killed Baloch’s father, Faiz Muhammad. Pappu had also desecrated the grave of Dadal, the father of Rehman Dakait, one of the most powerful gangsters.
Challenging Rehman Dakait meant inviting swift retribution and many said it was a wonder Pappu survived so long.
Till 2009, Rehman Dakait was the king of Lyari’s underworld. He was once close to
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The story of a Karachi crime reporter
Being a crime reporter in Karachi is a job that comes at a price...
This is the sixth instalment of an eight-part special feature, where we look back at some of the major stories of 2013 through the eyes of those who covered them.
The story: Tortured to death: Gangster Arshad Pappu's body found in Lyari
The story behind the story
Being a crime reporter in Karachi is a job that comes at a price. From escaping rocket attacks and running from crossfire to witnessing shot down bodies and even getting abducted, I have seen and done it all.
Which is why when in 2007 I was first assigned to cover a story in one of the most volatile areas of the city, I did not flinch. After just one trip, I found Lyari was, indeed, a no-go area. But despite the security situation, I went there again and again and churned out several stories, including my first big investigative story from the area.
The one story last year which was perhaps the most prominent one was of the murder of gangster Arshad Pappu.
Here was a man who was simultaneously sharp, dangerous, elusive and almost impossible to catch. For his followers, he was a hero led from the front. Believing that he had been