Suddenly sometime in the middle of that night in Quetta, I was jolted out of deep sleep by an earsplitting boom-no sound on earth could be more powerful. My bed bounced up and down like a rubber ball and flung me to the floor. Plaster fell from the ceiling. The light bulb above me swung against the wall and shattered. The little rectangular box of a room seemed to be tossed about by a giant, invisible hand that threw me into a terrifying helplessness. I never thought about rolling under the bed as we were instructed; my first impulse was to get to David. With a lump of fear in my stomach, I crawled out into the hallway on my hands and knees over broken glass, feeling my way in the blackness. It was a moonlit night and from his doorway I could see my little boy silhouetted against the light outside the French doors leading to the verandah, standing in his crib, crying "mommy, mommy"---------------------------More...
