It was a loud crashing sound…enough to rattle the window panes, followed by cries of children. We shivered during prayer…we couldn’t concentrate…I could feel the tension all around me. The way we were all anxious for the prayer to end. The way we muttered prayers of protection silently, hopeful that our loved ones do not get hurt.

It was during Ramadan- when a popular lecturer had been invited to give a lecture - that the incident occurred. We had taken a break to perform the Zuhr prayer and proceed to the lecture ground afterwards.

The mosque was filled to the brim with a mix of people: those who had travelled from faraway places to listen attend the programme and listen to the sermon presented by a notable lecturer. We were clogged to each other and breathing in the mixed smell of used air...

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