On my way
home, I was anxious to see the nothing that was left there, but unfortunately
for me as we got there, I saw the little pieces of the glass that were
scattered on the road. They took me back 14 hours earlier. When I saw the crowd
that moved really slowly, and I was very irritated from how people like to
watch and meddle into things that they shouldn't meddle in, how they banally
and superficially are seeing and commenting on a certain event. An event that
took place semi daily and in the same place, mostly caused by the same reason,
different people committing the same mistake day in and day out. What irritated
me most is that their focus made me wanna too know what has taken place and
while moving forward, I’ve been stealing glances trying to guess at which side
did the event take place; will it be on my right, or on my left? Though I had a
lot on my mind I kept peaking from laptop, as I was trying to finish some
irrelative work.
Slowly and inch by inch, we got there,
and to my surprise it was on both sides, and as we made our way through, moving
like we were walking on egg shells, I noticed the newspaper pages arranged in a
longitudinal way covering up half the car from the inside. And as we passed I
had one question in mind, why didn't they use the prayer mat that was at the
end of the car
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