The Ever-dwindling Group Beside the Fire

The Ever-dwindling Group Beside the Fire

Yesterday morning my grandmother-in-law passed away. It was half 8. I found out yesterday evening, when my mum came to tell me. I was sitting here, in my room. No tears, just sadness. We all knew it was coming.

It’s funny, how I seem to be in the same place every time I discover that another one of us has gone. Us, as in my family – the ‘ever-dwindling’ group around the proverbial fire. 2007 was a year for leaving. Three of us faded into the shadows. I remember sitting in this very spot when my mum told me about dad. I had known that was coming, too. The weight of the news didn’t settle immediately. For days, even weeks I sat staring out into the darkness among the trees. I couldn’t quite yet accept that it was final, that he was gone, that he wouldn’t be coming back. He left so quietly that his shadow still roamed out there, just beyond my vision, just beyond where the flickering light could reach.

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The Politician Who Was Noble

The Politician Who Was Noble

Whatever you’re doing today, pause for a moment and remember Salmaan Taseer.

This gentleman, the governor of Punjab province in Pakistan, gave his life this week in the pursuit of justice. Mr. Taseer was killed after working to repeal the country’s blasphemy laws under which Asia Bibi, a Pakistani Christian woman, has been condemned to die for the sake of her beliefs.

A member of Mr. Taseer’s own security squad assassinated the governor on Tuesday at Kohsar Market in Islamabad.

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