Still times, quiet places and special friends. The place works its ancient magic. After a week of loafing around, doing little except eat, drink and be quietly merry, the time to depart overshadows my thoughts. Khalil and Amanda’s hospitality, well, above and beyond….Entertainment in the form of a six year old belly dancer and an overweight dog. Doesn’t get much better does it…. The house turtle, preparatory to being released into the wild, having, it seems, lost its appetite, was painted an eyecatching target red. Just in case the predators miss it…..
Hanan. Aka the ‘entertainment’ Six going on fourteen, with a vocabulary to match.
A bomb in the Marriott car park this morning – next door to the US consulate. Four dead, including a United States diplomat, the work of a suicide bomber. It killed at least eight Pakistanis also, less than a day after U.S. Defence Secretary Donald Rumsfeld left the country. I visit the Marriott a lot, quiet ambiance, soft music, good food.
It’s interesting that most of the images have been deleted – the hotel website focuses on the interior so the front entrance with its tank traps and security doesn’t put visitors off too much. Ironic, isn’t it – I leave Karachi for one of the most volatile places on earth and a suicide bomber attacks at home. How many such people have actually read the Prophet’s response to suicides? There will be no peace until the perversions so evident in so-called ‘militant’ Islam have been finally and publicly refuted by those whose task it is to educate and instruct. Evil triumphs when good men do nothing. Especially good imams.