For Anwar, for his family, for all whose lives are shattered by conflict

Today I have been thinking of Anwar's mother, who, despite her grief at the murder of her son, said to her nephew, repeatedly:

“Thank God for everything. We still have you and the rest of your cousins. Thank God for everything.”

I can see how faith can be an insurance against despair, even as what is done in the name of faith, only serves to diminish the residues of mine.

Today is a good time to reflect on the grace, despite great suffering, of Anwar's family, including Omar, his cousin.

In searching for a tribute to this lost life, I will return, today, to my neglected PTSD project.

This time I will not let frustration or despair distract me from it.