Abdul Sattar Edhi

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Abdul Sattar Edhi has spent his entire life in the service of humankind, without personal benefit or gain. He speaks out for the first time. Although he has buries over two hundred thousand unclaimed bodies in an era where altruism and selflessness are almost extinct, he looks back at his life with the humbleness that has become his most distinctive characteristic.
For the compilation of this work Tehmina Durrani transcribed over forty hours of taped recordings with Abdul Sattar Edhi.

A MIRROR TO THE BLIND realy elaborate the edhi`s personality in much more breif manner.
"I had accepted at the outset that charity was distorted and completely unrelated to its original concept. Reverting to the ideal was like diverting an ocean of wild waters. Another major obstacle in the promotion of welfare was exposed...the disgust of man towards mankind. There was only one expression, one reaction from everyone...cringing." Edhi Description:Edhi's most comprehensive and his only biography available took 2 years and over 40 hrs of taped recording to complete. Appropriately dedicated by Tehmina Durrani to the 'service of mankind', the contents here will move one and all. This is a wake-up call to our sensitivities- a call to address the plight and sufferings of the common man- at the same time, through Mr. Edhi's experience, one will be able to fully realize his/her potential. One man can certainly make a difference.
Abdul Sattar Edhi in his own words: "I had accepted at the outset that charity was distorted and completely unrelated to its original concept. Reverting to the ideal was like diverting an ocean of wild waters. Another major obstacle in the promotion of welfare was exposed...the disgust of man towards mankind. There was only one expression, one reaction from everyone...cringing. From the grimacing faces of my colleagues I understood that I was the only one not disgusted. They washed their hands vigorously, smelt their clothes repeatedly and complained incessantly of the stench having seeped under their skins. Then they rushed home to bathe, scrubbed their clothes and disinfected them, sometimes gave them away saying, "The very weave was stricken." 

There was nowhere to go with this attitude. We could not reduce suffering unless we rose above our own senses...cringing was the first and the greatest hinderance that blocked our way, the most brutal, but also the most understandable. I began at Mithadar and brought back bloated, drowned bodies from the sea. Black bodies that crumbled with one touch. I picked them up from rivers, from inside wells, from roadsides, accident sites and hospitals. I picked them up from manholes and gutters, from under bridges, from railway bogies, from tracks, water sheds and drains. When families forsook them and authorities threw them away, i picked them up and brought them home, to my work force, spreading the stench in the air forever."