On Dahab

I sat in bed yesterday feeling physically sick at the news of another bombing...I can't get over the fact that this shit is getting more and more frequent, and we are living in a world that, I'm disgusted to say, has grown accustomed and in a way numbed to the fact.

People Have Died.

I am not ok with letting the increasing number of these events numb my reaction to each and every one of them. I refuse to detach myself from the fact that so many people have lost their lives too early, too young, for nothing. I refuse to live in a world so tainted with blood, hatred, and irrationality, that a gutwrenching act such as this one is just another blurb in the news, heard but not internalized, leaving people unphased and apathetic.

I sat in bed yesterday anxiously waiting for my mom to call me back with news about my family and friends. I am so relieved to say that they are all okay, and so sorry for those that can't say the same.

I wish I could make more sense of all of this.