On my second trip to Pakistan I visited Karachi. In my memory, it now feels like a dream world of brown brick, orange sky, and millions of black crows circling above.
The city seems to stretch on forever; a dusty tangle of humanity. There are a few who are fabulously wealthy, and many who are very poor.
Across Pakistan, there are lush jungles, windswept deserts, and towering snow-capped mountains.
The land is as diverse its people. Languages, cultures, and religions have been swirling together for thousands of years to create a dazzling, and at times confusing, country. Much of that long history has been shaped by wars that have left scars in the hearts of many Pakistanis.
So, along with beautiful art and delicious food, pain, poverty, and anger have been handed down from generation to generation.
I have been fortunate to travel to many places around the world and in Pakistan, as everywhere else, people are struggling to make the best life they can for themselves and their families.
Unfortunately, in Pakistan this means many children begin work to support their families at a young age. The sky is orange in Karachi because of the smoke from brick kilns, and in many of those kilns children are working – becoming strong and broken long before they should.