Terrorism has become a natural hazard for those living in cities. I am unmoved. So is everyone.

We all sit in front of the television, sigh and shed tears for those who died and those who lost their loved ones; then eat our dinner and go for a sound sleep. It’s as if terror is like a nasty road accident, as quickly as it happens, it vanishes from the public memory. Today we are shocked, tomorrow we shall sympathize, and day after we shall all forget but those who received the scars of terror. They will never forget. They will never forgive. They will never recover.

Just because we were not there by chance we feel that we are not supposed to worry ourselves. I look around and feel that I totally agree with these lines “God left this place a long time ago”. Now it’s as if an epidemic reproducing agents of chaos is eating away the very vestiges of our nicely ‘decorated’ ‘civilization’. What are we proud of? Is this what progress implies? The more civilized we get, the more we feel like eating each other away. This neo-cannibalism is the return gift; ladies and gentlemen; for the celebration of the pilgrim’s progress, the pilgrims of chaos