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Sunday, October 9, 2005
I am telling you, experiencing an earthquake of magnitude 7.6 while you are also down with fever is certainly not a pleasant thing.
Yesterday morning I was in my bed, trying to convince myself that this fever of mine would be gone soon when the bed started shaking. I waved my hand as if trying to shoo a teasing mosquito away, thinking that it’s just a minor little quake. And then suddenly, the windows started shaking. The ceiling fan started shaking. The cupboards, the computer, the tables, the books… everything started shaking. And they all started shaking violently. Within a flash, I was out of my bed and joined my other family members downstairs in the lounge, listening to the sounds of Allah-o-Akbar coming from people who gathered outside in the street.
And then, after a couple of minutes, bad news started to arrive.
You all now know about the details. Entire villages in northern Pakistan are destroyed. The Margalla Towers in Islamabad collapsed. (These towers are just a 5-minutes-drive away from my home). People are homeless, without any shelter. Thousands are buried under the debris. And the worst part is, some affected areas are still waiting for rescue teams. The Margalla Towers had the luxury of being in Islamabad, and thus are under the limelight—center of everyone’s attention. But what about the people in Muzaffarabad, Mansehra, Balakot, and numerous other cities and towns up there in north, where thousands are trapped, where rain and hailstorms are making things even more difficult, and local administration is still waiting for help and reinforcement. And according to the weather forecast, it might rain again this evening in those areas.
And the attendance in mosques has increased exponentially. Although this obviously isn’t funny, but still it is amusing to see how almost always we need a maula bakhsh to keep ourselves on the track. Maybe this has become our trait as a nation that unless we don’t sense fear, and unless we are not punished, we don’t care to think about the rights and the wrongs. Until we are alive and have our senses in working order, it is never too late to repent on our misdoings and to seek for Allah’s forgiveness. Let’s pray that this unfortunate event makes us think and behave. Ameen.
I would also like to thank all who called me, texted on my cell phone, emailed, and/or posted a comment here about me and my family’s safety: A, Aapi, Saeed, No One, and all others. It feels so good to have friends around. Initially, there was some difficulty in contacting me through my cell phone, since, probably, one of Mobilink’s towers was also affected. But anyway, thanks again for your concern.
May Allah help us all.