i am still very much disturbed by the deadly bombing of the marriott hotel in islamabad, pakistan. i was shocked when i first read the news about it on the net last sunday morning. i find it truly unbelievable that a huge truck loaded with 600 kilos of explosives had been on the busy streets of the capital city. i cannot even imagine the impact it created when it exploded right infront of the hotel and left a huge gaping crater about 6m deep.

when i saw the tv news footage of the incident, my heart cried for the grieving families of the innocent civilians who were killed due to the fatal blast. as the malay saying goes, "berat mata memandang, berat lagi bahu yang memikul.." and i understand it is never a nice feeling to have when you're forced to face the death of a beloved family member. it saddens me deeply to know that the explosion occured during the holy month of ramadhan, just moments after the muslims had broken their fast and were enjoying the evening meal with their families.

a few nights ago, muchacho and i had an iftar with his colleagues at tiffany cafe of furama city centre. what would have happen to us if a similar lethal incident had taken place while we were dining? should it really happened (God forbids!), how would our own family members react if they found out that we didnt survive? goodness, i am shuddering at that unpleasant thought.

i can only pray for the affected families to find solace and strength in Him, to brave through this nasty ordeal in His faith. may He bless the many souls who had passed away that fateful night and may this serves as personal lesson for many of us not to take the peace and tranquility we have for granted..