Very poignant thoughts on yesterday’s tragedy in Boston from one of my favourite bloggers. Unique perspective from an American (living in Boston), who grew up in Pakistan, and spent many years as an adult living there and in Egypt.
Less than 24 hours ago, we left from Istanbul’s International Airport for a long flight back to Boston by way of Munich.
We had come empty and we left full. We had come discouraged, and we left encouraged. We had come tired, and we left energized.
A city of mosques, vibrant colors, masses of people, human need, and history filled our days.
We returned to a city in shock, trying to make sense of a violent act causing grief and tragedy. The famous Boston Marathon hijacked by evil, a scene resembling a war zone in the middle of this safe city. We received the news by text as we waited on the tarmac, unsure of why we were not allowed to pull up to our gate. This minor inconvenience quickly gave way to shock and sadness. Bombs at a marathon? It all seemed unreal.
Every year since we’ve moved back…
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