The concrete mouth of 5-star Chowrangi swallows us into North Nazimabad, Karachi's central district. We’re speeding through a draft of hot air billowing around us from what feels like a tandoor.
This Tandoor Effect though is not a physical tandoor; it's hot and dry air rushing in from the Balochistan desert plains as the monsoon system develops – a natural process – but aggravated by the urban heat island (UHI) effect.
The sun is baking our exposed skin, my toes and his arms. Hot air brushes against my face, and into my nostrils. I know he can feel the heat too; he keeps shifting the wet towel placed around his neck – a rudimentary precaution to combat heat exhaustion during work as a captain on a ride-hailing app.
I glance at my temperature meter: 42.1 degree Celsius it reads as the black digits stare out at me in static certainty. “Take the road from this side,” I shout out directions over the jarring noise of traffic, their silencers spitting out carbon dioxide and greenhouse gases (GHGs).
We’re parallel to the concrete promise called the Green Line. “A few more minutes,” I say to myself, mustering whatever shreds of patience I can generate till I reach my destination. Is this going to be the new normal; heatwaves each time the monsoon develops and dissipates? I hope to life, it isn’t.
I’m just a quarter of my existence into living and an aggravated heatwave brought on by human activities is a tiring thought. But human-induced climate change is here and whether I, whether we, like it or not, it will get hotter. It already has.
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Naseeb Khan combs his hair inside a labour commune. “The electricity has been out since the last two days,” he says wearily, dark circles around his eyes. Naseeb stands in one corner while his roommate is lying on a floor mat on the other side. He fans himself, rigorously. Both are drenched in sweat and the room forces my shirt to mimic their sweat patches.
On our left is a tiny rectangular opening that functions as a vent for the 120-square feet of space. Naseeb continues, “I finish my shift by 2am but I’m unable to sleep. Our room remains warm late into the night.” He has to share the sleeping quarter with as many as eight men at a time.
This labour commune is located inside Ilyas Goth and is a largely working-class neighbourhood. Many residents find work in and around Landhi and Korangi’s industrial zones. It's an unplanned settlement evidenced by the tight and narrow alleyways, un-demarcated walking and haphazard living spaces with bad building design-codes. As family size and populations expanded, so did the use of concrete-based designs for rooftops and cheaper alternatives such as asbestos sheets.
On the second day of this heatwave, Kulsoom – mother to four children – is preparing to leave for her father’s place, a few streets behind us. We’re inside Mowach Goth, a formalised settlement south of Baldia Town. Earlier in the week, her father fell ill during the same heatwave. It is now part of her routine to send her children to her father’s residence and care for the family.
“We don’t have electricity at this time, and my father’s place has cooling, I thought it best to send them during the day,” she says tiredly while packing a lunch of rotis and a vegetable curry in their kitchen. An asbestos sheet reinforced with concrete blocks as weight acts as the roof. The temperature metre at this stage reads out a 42°C inside the kitchen. Heat radiates around us.
“I do my cooking during the morning since it is cooler at that time, and we spray water on our courtyard, twice a day to help keep the ground cool.” “Doesn’t that deplete your water storage?” I ask. “It does,” she continues. “We order a tanker that costs us Rs2,200 and generally lasts a month. During heatwaves we use more water to bathe and keep cool. The same tanker now lasts about 12 days.” Collectively, Kulsoom and her husband bring in an income of Rs16,000 a month – the expense on water to keep cool pilfering through any dreams for saving.
Shakeel Ahmad’s 80-square yard home logs a sweltering 41°C against Pakistan Meteorological Department's (PMD) reading of 45°C. The fan is switched off because Shakeel believes it increases the ambient room temperature. In order to help keep cool, he has hung a wet cloth on an open window, taking advantage of the light sea breeze. That helps, but not completely.
His son, Mudassir, aged 10 years, suffered a bout of heat exhaustion in the first heatwave (late May 2018) despite his parent’s care to prevent sun exposure. Shakeel knew what to do in such an emergency – bathing him, applying wet wraps and feeding powdered juices. “He’s had a recurring fever since then.”
Thankfully (morbidly or not), the countless churning out of bodies during the 2015 heatwave propelled the government’s disaster management machinery into action. Since then, a mass campaign to prevent heatstroke and heat exhaustion enabled Mudassir’s care-givers to identify the symptoms and act.