Reflecting

Last night when the bombing started, I tried to pray and suddenly the thought of dying became so real. I said to myself, according to the intensity of the noise, it could be just right here. If these are indeed to be my last days, how do I like to spend them?

Doing more, doing less, continuing with whatever I am, being more? Am I ready to die? Willing to die? What did all those victims think before their hour had come?

The building in front of mine (an 8-storey building, across the main street) was caught in flames. A car had exploded in the basement and the inhabitants were running downstairs, trying to save whatever they could.

As of yesterday the electricity cut is 16 hours a day and thus the generators can not cope with all those hours; they activate their engines 1 hour out of 4. Hence the internet connection is so slow or there’s no internet access.

We prepare for our third weekly distribution at Ayadina, this time 500 families.

This picture shows 4 Ayadina volunteers preparing for the distribution