Praying for the “City of Love” and “City of orchard of mulberry trees “”

I am afraid to live these days of unrest, where people are far from human beings!

A quiet morning in my place. I wake up late and grab my brunch and turned on the TV. My mom says, my sister’s friends from Paris have called and told her there took place several blasts. I stop eating and change to BBC  and then other channels:

“Paris attacks, Bataclan and other assaults leave many dead”                                                      “People were shot dead at restaurants and bars at five other sites in Paris”                               “Scores were killed in the coordinated attacks late Friday, leaving a nation in mourning and the world in shock” “At least 180 people were injured.”

I stop eating… I watch the TV blankly.. I message my friend Linda, who lives in Paris.. Thank god, she is fine.  I think and think.. I mourn for who died,,though I never have seen or known them. I think of the streets of Paris I once walked at night. I see the city of Love fading in the smoke of hate.. I think of the people who got killed had nothing to do with the war..they were just common people..returning home from work, enjoying friday evening, listening a rock concert with wife in early weekend , cheering their  team in a soccer match! I think tomorrow may be I will die in a restaurant… I feel numb …I think about the irony, I just posted the date with Eiffel…and so many readers told me they wanted one too!

Then I am again hammered!  I searched the internet, and see another news.

“Lebanon is holding a day of national mourning after at least 41 people were killed in two suicide bombings in the capital, Beirut.”                                                                                                 “The blasts on Thursday evening struck in a busy shopping street. More than 200 people were wounded – many of them seriously”

I am shocked… I feel like crying.. Internet shows blood in the street, people in stretcher, pieces of clothes once part of a man or woman.. I wonder if the attackers have forgotten they have parents , sisters , brothers. I do not know anymore what we can do. I feel like I am losing hope.. so I write .. may be that is the only way I have.. to make the world a place worth living for our children ..

Praying for people of Paris, and Beirut and Baghdad, and wherever the blood of innocent is being shed !!

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