Ignite death

I am trying not to be emotional but the freshest incidents in Amman, the capital of Jordan, have overwhelmed me. Three bombings have targeted three different hotels in the city, killing and injuring tens of civilians. There was a wedding party in the Radisson SAS, one of the hotels that were blown up, the explosion claimed the lives of those in attendance.

If I were to think of the matter thoroughly, I will panic without doubt. The bombings took place some two minutes away from my office and there happens to be a hotel adjacent to it. Suppose such a crime is repeated in a range closer to where I am present, how will I feel then, how will you feel then? Make it personal and reflect upon it, then you can feel the gravity of what has taken place in my beloved city.

I could have been there and I could have died, only I was not and I did not; my fellow countrymen and women were struck dead and I was spared. I do not know why this happened and I do not think I could fully understand the reasons behind it, even if I resort to objectivity and calmness. I am severely grieved and I mourn the souls of those who died tonight.