24/01/2026
In ancient Roman times, during the reign of Nero, the flute-loving ruler, I grew up hearing the legend that he played his fiddle while Rome burned. As a child, it sounded like a distant myth. Today, in Karachi, it is our lived reality.
As Gul Plaza burned, wedding music echoed from the homes of the “uncrowned kings.” Celebrations continued uninterrupted. While families stood covered in soot, begging for news of their loved ones, the elite raised glasses to a future the common citizen can no longer afford to imagine. Children waited for parents who never returned. Shopkeepers who left home for an ordinary workday became names on a list, not faces in memory. Grief hung in the air, unanswered and heavy.
This is a familiar script. A tragedy occurs. A “joint committee” is announced. Promises of justice are made with solemn faces. Then the files disappear, buried quietly until the next fire, the next collapse, the next preventable death.
In Karachi, we survive through self-help, Apni Madad Aap. But our resilience has slowly become our curse. When we arrange our own security, rescue our own victims, and bury our own dead, the state learns to look away. Human life becomes disposable. We have mistaken survival for progress, endurance for dignity.
Change does not trickle down. It erupts from a shift in consciousness.
We need a Renaissance mindset. Just as Europe in the 14th century moved away from blind fatalism toward reason and accountability, we must stop blaming “destiny” for crimes rooted in criminal negligence. Buildings do not kill people. Corruption does. Silence does.
Look at Nepal and Bangladesh. Their youth stopped asking for permission and walked into the halls of power. If we do not become a questioning nation, we will remain spectators at our own funeral, watching the flames from a safe emotional distance until they reach us.
Accountability is the only fireproof solution. If we do not demand a system where a shopkeeper’s life is valued as much as a king’s celebration, then we are not waiting for justice. We are waiting for the next spectacle.
The embers at Gul Plaza have cooled. But the grief remains. And our demand for change must keep burning until human life is valued above political fiddles, empty ceremonies, and staged condolences.
-Kanwal Tariq