“Two ones are two,
Two twos are four,
Two threes are..”
He sat all alone after the blast, right in the middle of the rubble. He knew mother would come out from under the piled up rocks.
Wasn’t this what she told him to do if she is late to pick him up after school? Chant the table of two.
We read about them, we pray for them and then we forget about them.
But they will never forget, or get over the most horrific incident of their lives.
Do you know how many families are killed, how many children are orphaned, when a bomb blasts in the middle of the city, or random men enter random places with guns and shoot away at anything?
Terrorism here, terrorism there, everywhere. It affects us all. And it needs to stop.