Journalism is a noble profession, but some of its branches remain constantly overlooked. One such group is photographers—those who capture stunning images of others yet remain invisible in the background themselves. Iqbal Swati, a senior photographer and a member of the Karachi Press Club, belongs to this marginalized group. His life has been spent collecting words of appreciation, but never financial stability.



Renowned journalists earning millions in salaries attend grand events where photographers like Iqbal Swati take their dazzling pictures. However, his own life remains blurred—shrouded in poverty, helplessness, and deprivation.
When the Fear of Hunger Surpasses the Fear of Death
One evening, while returning home from the Karachi Press Club, Iqbal Swati suffered a heart attack. But instead of fearing for his life, his biggest concern was the 4,000 rupees in his pocket—an amount meant for his family’s groceries. If spent on treatment, how would he feed his family? Fortunately, he survived, but fate had more trials in store for him.

A Journalist Robbed Three Times
Poverty wasn’t the only hardship in Iqbal Swati’s life. Thieves and robbers also played their part in crushing him further. He was robbed three times, losing his motorbike each time. He filed an FIR every time, yet justice remained an illusion.
Where Are the Philanthropists and Welfare Organizations?
Karachi is home to numerous welfare organizations and philanthropists who claim to help those in need. But the question remains—has anyone ever noticed Iqbal Swati, a helpless photographer struggling for survival?
From Ali Sheikhani, known for assisting the underprivileged, to Zafar Abbas of JDC, who helps people regardless of caste, creed, or religion, has any of them ever acknowledged this struggling journalist?


Even Governor Sindh Kamran Tessori, who provides free IT education to 50,000 children and installed a help bell outside Governor House for the needy, seems unaware of Iqbal Swati’s plight.

Will a Helping Hand Ever Reach Him?
There are dozens of journalists and photographers in Karachi who, like Iqbal Swati, struggle not only with poverty but also with society’s apathy. Those who claim to be the champions of welfare and humanity, are they willing to extend a helping hand to such individuals?
This is not the time for mere words of sympathy, but real action. One can only hope that those who step forward to help others will also support Iqbal Swati and others like him—so they, too, can live with dignity and peace.