There’s a strangeness to this day. I didn’t know a single victim. I still feel like I lost a close friend. Remember. Everyone is a victim. Two years on. Night falls on a solemn day. Amman Martyr’s Park. Remember. The world is damp with a Friday mist. Join the caravan of cars. A pilgrimage. Remember. Third circle. Hyatt. Radisson. Skies open. Rain pours. It’s been a while. Rabia; Days Inn. Remember. Cop car blue lights. Everyone maneuvers like mice. Remember. Asphalt roads funnel rain down hill. Every car joins the ceremony. Whether they want to or not. Remember. The rain makes for poor photography. The cold makes for good company. Remember. Light candles. Read scripture. Words are difficult to come by. Watch. Breathe. Whisper. Listen to a city remember.
but say in thankfulness that she was
A death is not the extinguishing of a light,
but the putting out of the lamp
because the dawn
i lost 2 uni best friends in these bombings.. i remember.
i’m sorry for your loss 🙁
After two years did anyone bother to ask the question: “why do they hate us?”
Yeah, it is very easy to accuse the bombings plotters and executors of being crazy maniacs who just want to kill anyone and everything that moves and who are ready to destroy anything that is not radically Islamic. They hate our freedom and they want to threaten tranquility. We are blessed with that. Excellent points. Well taken.
But can’t we even remotely take a look at our policies that make us a target to be considered for such fanatics: a peace treaty with the zionists, strategic partnership with them on many levels, unconditional and logistic support for the American occupation and its conspiring Iraqi government…
Again, not to justify or condone, but after the shock and grief has eased off a little maybe these things should be consideredÃ¢â‚¬Â¦
Excuse me for now
I have to go get strip searched before I walk into a coffee shop…