It was quarter past nine in the morning and I was getting ready for office; wearing shoes to be precise, and then a blast. It came like a wave. For a split second it was far and wasn’t loud but then it hit everything with full intensity. I thought it was Fahad who always enters room with a bang. But it, certainly, was something else..much louder. I had imagined myself hearing some real bomb blast but I guess imagination can’t replace reality. It was so loud and thunderous that it rocked everything. A few seconds passed in numbness and then another one. This was a little less louder but still managed to shake windows and doors once more. When I got on my way, there was cloud of smoke hung on south, mostly white. People were rushing to the site.
The blast which was louder was just under a kilometer from my house. It was F block of Model Town. This explosion killed 3 people and injured some. The other explosion which was less louder on my side because it was atleast 18 KM from my house but still very loud for such distance, happened at FIA office on Temple Road that killed 24 people and injured more than hundred.

I have seen many explosions on TV as they are regular now in my great country. But there’s a difference between watching on TV and being, even, near it. It disturbed me to the core. I mean how easy it is to kill someone, someone innocent who came home to work with many dreams in his heart. Someone who has kids, wife and parents to take care of? Does life of an innocent person cost this? I would give whole universe for a dream, let alone a life.

It would be the greatest injustice to humanity if any killer, regardless of motives, doesn’t roast in hell.