Yesterday, as a funeral procession passed through a busy intersection, a suicide bomber triggered an explosion that killed 32 men, women and children and injured 65 more. Among those who were killed was a woman, no-one special to the world, just a street vendor selling fish from a cart, to make money to help feed her family in a disastrous economy. If she was a wife and mother, her husband and children, like other members of her family were devastated. How does one tell a child her mother is dead? How does one tell a mother her daughter is dead?
But this morning, with her gone, who fixed the family's breakfast? Who will shop for groceries tomorrow? Who will replace all the hugs and kisses she gave? Who can look at her picture without sobbing?
One witness to this horrific scene said that water used to put out the fires caused by the bomb, turned red from all the blood on the street. Rescuers did everything they could but in the end, all they could do for this woman who only moments earlier had a life, was to put her in her cart and role it to a nearby hospital, which had also been severely damaged by the blast.
To the world, she was no-one. To her family, she was vital and to you and me, she was our brethren, a being deserving of our care and of our love and respect, for she was a child of God. War brings out the madness in mankind and causes some people to blindly destroy that which is invaluable and irreplaceable to a family, the life of their loved one.
Dick
To learn more, please see http://www.bellinghamherald.com/2012/01/27/2369526/suicide-bombing-at-baghdad-funeral.html
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