One year ago, Airblue Flight 202 met it’s tragic end on the hills of Margalla, bringing the curtains down on the lives of it’s 152 unfortunate passengers.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been an year already. It feels like it was yesterday when I woke up to a message from my friend who informed me about the crash and the moments of horrible helplessness panic and doubt that followed; the incessant praying with everyone begging God to keep their loved ones safe and finally, the realization that … that wasn’t to happen.
It’s hard to not think about the families affected by the tragedy.
Death, it mocks us all. I think it’s easier for the dead than the people they leave behind. Especially victims of accidental deaths who leave behind them a void. Who leave behind them a series of irrationally guilty ‘what-ifs’ where you can’t help thinking about how, perhaps you could have saved that loved one. They leave behind a feeling of shock, where you have to realize every time you wake up that life isn’t the same. That life goes on but maybe, it doesn’t.
But let us not mourn the dead. Let us just rejoice in their life. The joy that they brought into the lives that they touched.
‘Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come. – Tagore