I can only imagine how others in this country — who live in the midst of real war zones — are holding up
ISLAMABAD: The other day, my husband and kids went to get their haircuts. They had been gone for a bit too long so I called my husband to check on him. Getting no answer, I got worried and the first thought that came to my mind was that there had been a bomb blast. Yes, no less than a bomb blast. This is how nervy and anxious we have become now. I tried to turn on the television, but of course, it was one of the many load-shedding hours. I couldn’t catch the news and my anxiety grew. I was growing restless by the second, and couldn’t believe I was losing it like this. I rang my husband again and again and still there was no answer. Before I knew it, I had frantically picked up my car keys and was almost on my way to the hairdresser to look for my family. It was at this point that my husband finally saw my missed calls and rang back.
He was shocked. He couldn’t believe I had lost my calm like this. I am known to be someone who has always kept her cool, and I was myself surprised at this reaction of mine. In a span of four minutes, I had made about a dozen calls, and ridden a taxing rollercoaster of palpitations and throbbing nerves.
I can’t believe someone as strong as me became a nervous wreck in this way. I can only imagine how others in this country — who live in the midst of real war zones, with more frequent target killings — are holding up.
Raana Mustafa
Published in The Express Tribune, February 11th, 2015.
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