i saw her...

today i saw a picture in my newspaper...a middle aged widow... a woman who had seen her husband die right before her eyes in the middle of a hotel room filled with little children and women...she looked strangly disturbed...she looked pale and sick...someone in dire need of a good meal and a peaceful sleep...her face leapt out at me from the pages of the paper...i felt an instant pang of sympathy towards her...i read the caption below...she was one of the suicide bombers of jordan...her husband had been one too...he died but she didn't...i tried to work up anger against that sagging face, stricken with a haunting look of a desperate longing...i closed the paper realising with a mild shock that all i felt was pity...an accute sense of pity!