This week was long. Longer I think. But it went quick. Truth is, time was just normal. But what’s importance is to recognize the events and what happened. Today has been very bloody. Bloody has sort of become a theme in what I post. I can’t not talk about what happened. What happens.
Today Jinnah’s Residency was blown up. A rocket was fired and the house caught fire. A lump got caught in my throat. Of disgust, sadness, perplexity and confusion. More of sadness and questions. Why. Why. And another why. And a policeman was killed in the attack. Couldn’t really protect our founder’s house. I know, freaking easier said than done, but what kind of a nation in this anyway? What kind of dirt is this that we all, always, get caught up in?
Quetta’s blasts today: 14 students killed. Those people are now dead. Life here is cheap. Like water, blood. And hatred everywhere.