this morning, there was a bomb blast about five minutes away from my house. apparently, our windows shook and everyone thought it was an earthquake until they saw ambulances and people driving like lunatics to get away from the scene. i slept through it as i had been up the night before catching up with project runway australia.
at work, during research, i came across a man who had lost his wife last year in a blast in islamabad. he has a blog in which he writes about missing her and his first eid without her and his kids and how he has dedicated his life to building a community for those who had lost loved ones in similar situations. i am consumed with this. it is paralyzing. it is makes me feel like my knees are wooden and my fingers are weightless.
this is difficult. this is incredibly difficult.