The most user friendly crocs I have ever seen are in Mangopir, living here for nine generations. Only eats unless they are spoon fed by their Sidi attendants.
The folklore holds that a bandit, Mandhu Ram, harassed people in this deserted area in Karachi until one day he came across Baba Farid Ganj Shakkar. Baba was busy with his prayers when Manghu stole his luggage. No sooner had he done this he turned blind & in despair ran back to the Baba for forgiveness.
Baba shook out the bags & all that came out were lice. These lice are believed to have turned into the legendary crocodiles that have inhabited this place for more than 900 years. They are considered the holy pets of St. Manghopir who changed his profession from thief to pir (saint). Soon after his death, he was laid to rest here and his followers have guarded the tomb and the crocodiles.
Every year the Shidi gathers and holds Urs (anniversary) in honor of Manghopir, singing homage songs in Swahili & Urdu. It begins by laying the Chaddar (sheet) by an elderly lady of the community, plus folk dances to the ceremonial African drum in tune with Swahili songs mixed with Arabic and Urdu. Then the procession goes to the pond to feed the King Crocodile with sacrificed goat, & afterwards congratulate each other and lay a new chaddar on the mazar.