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Bombings!!!

Mass Deaths!!

Few days ago, the PIA Foker crashed after take-off. 45 people were killed instantly.

Then today, Allama Hasan Turabi was the victim of a suicide bombing! (his nephew also)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/5180644.stm

He was attacked earlier in April, which was sustained..

Then, Mumbai train bombings..
Then the Karachi bombings in Rabi ul Awwal..
Before that 8th october earthquake in which thousanmds of people died..
We all have to leave, but mass deaths are occuring at such a high rate..its sad..

A request for Surah-e-Fatiha for all the Marhumeen who died in all these events..

Comments

Jamal Ashiqain said…
Life concludes to death, So many people, so quickly in the same region have passed away, yeah, we should all pray for them.
Paddy said…
hi there, i came to your blog through the message you left for my posting on caferati. by your message, i am not too sure it was for me but would like to thank you anyway. i was confused coz you said - ""Jiya".. And that story was very old, but good.." i guess you were meaning to leave a message for some other posting.
you have an interesting blog btw.
cheers,

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