Ayaz Qureshi

Sakina did not know her age; she never went to a school. She had been married for three years. Her husband was labourer. They lived in a joint family with her in-laws in a house which had electricity but no gas connection. They cooked on fuel wood collected from nearby fields adjacent to a canal. The tap water, according to Sakina was good for drinking because of the proximity of the canal. They did not boil it before use. The nearest government health facility was about 4 to 5 kilometres from their home. Sakina described her health and her husband’s health as ‘not the best’. Her husband had hurt his back at work and that was something that bothered him a lot. Their son, Sanval was just about a year old. He was delivered at a hospital through caesarean section. Sakina could start breastfeeding him only on the 8 th day of his birth. Before that he was given packaged milk (‘milk pack’) because, ‘I was told at the hospital where I went for the operation to feed him milk pack’. S

F lying to Karachi on Monday morning instead of Sunday evening was a bad decision. The flights on Sunday evening were not available anyway. The morning flight takes off at 8:00. I had hoped to be in PACP Sindh office by 10:30 which would mean missing first meeting of day but I could participate in more important meetings with the health secretary and the planning and development secretary. The flight PK 365 arrived at Karachi later than scheduled, 11:30 instead of 9:55. I hired a radio cab for Sindh AIDS Control Program (SACP) near Jinnah Post Graduate Medical Center (JPMC).   Kept searching for the PACP office on Rafiquee Shaheed road but it was nowhere to be found. Eventually, I got out of the taxi in front of the Blood Transfusion Center inside JPMC. Met a guy in the corridor who was wearing his staff ID card. He led me to another guy in the lab who was able to described the location of SACP. It was already 1:30 in the afternoon and I had missed important meetings of the da