That horrible thing that happened in Dhaka, the particular way the people were killed, the mental built of the terrorists, the motives - we, the humans, are the strangest species isn't it? We kill our own kind with so much cruelty for no apparent reasons and then we say we kill for a "cause".
Gukshan is where my sister lives, where I have gone to a Durga Puja celebration last time I was in Dhaka, and dinned at a fancy Italian restaurant - a treat my brother-in-law gave for us...
When I first heard about the attack around 12 am on Saturday, first thing that came to be my was "Oh God! hope its not in Gulshan!" While that was my protective part that was thinking, the rationale part immediately made the connection that it must be Gulshan because that makes sense when targeting "foreigners".
In the morning I called up my mother. "Did you see what happened in Dhaka?" "That's what we have been following since morning", she said, and continued, "Could you call them back at Dhaka? I am scared to call them, don't know what I will hear!" I reassured her, "Yes I called them at night and had a talk. They were all at home and safe." "Thank God. But those people there, will now never go back home" she said - the exactly the same thing she had said when India was stopped for 4 days in the November of 2008... Terror goes on, and we live.
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