Easter Sunday Bomb kills 70 in Pakistan: Why I Still Cling to Hope.

Via on Mar 28, 2016

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A bomb goes off in Pakistan and no one says a word.

More than 70 people are dead and at least 300 were injured after a suicide bomb went off yesterday in Lahore, Pakistan.

The attack targeted Pakistani Christians celebrating Easter in Gulshan-e-Iqbal park in the Punjabi capital. It happened near the main gate, close to where the children’s swings are located, inciting chaos and stampedes as people fled in terror.

A Pakistani faction of the Taliban claimed responsibility for this attack in a city that has been plagued by violence perpetuated by the Taliban and Islamic radicals.

I hear no outrage. I hear no anger.


The only American candidates for President to respond so far have been Bernie Sanders and John Kasich. If the sympathy and compassion of our leaders for victims of terrorism does not include all victims, this is a serious injustice. The families in Gulshan-e-lqbal park were no different than the travelers in Brussels Airport, the concert goers in Paris, the workers in the World Trade Center, the innocent Palestinians and Jewish victims of Hamas, or any one of the nameless victims murdered every month in Nigeria at the hands of Boko Haram.

Attacks are happening all across the world, day after day—so why does it only seem to garner outrage when it takes place in a country that is “like us?”

This infuriates me. This is a problem.

When I am watching my fellow Americans use their so-called compassion and love for only selected groups, my heart breaks. This behavior frightens me—and I don’t scare easily. It shows me we are truly losing touch with our humanity and giving way to fear.

This frightens me more than the perceived threat of a terrorist attack on American soil. An America that is so filled with fear and close-minded hate, that it doesn’t bat an eye when innocents are slaughtered because those innocents are not American or European. That leaves me with a bitter taste in my throat.

This is not what being an American means. I will not allow the terrorists to force me into becoming like them. My heart will remain open to all the world’s beings.

I remember when I was a child—before I understood the politics of the world and its greed—I was proud to be American. Learning about World War I, World War II and even the The Gulf War, I had a naive faith in the goodness of humanity and felt such pride in being part of a country that fought for the oppressed.

How misguided I was. Yet no matter what ugly truths I learn about the ways of the world and my country or how old I get; how far and wide I travel or what horrors I witness, there is still a little voice inside me that believes in the basic, inherent goodness of humanity. I have to believe.

I’m not sure why that is or how it still has the energy to speak up for this belief, but it’s in there. It remains through every day and every attack. It remains through all the hatred, violence and crimes against humanity.

That voice is what keeps me going on the days I want to turn away from others. That voice is what prays for the victims and the perpetrators alike, because it sees the bigger picture.

And it is with that voice of highest good that I will continue to pray for the victims in Pakistan.


Author: Lindsay Carricarte

Editor: Nicole Cameron

Image: YouTube screenshot


About Lindsay Carricarte

Lindsay Carricarte can currently be found residing in Long Beach, CA, with her husband Chris and their fur-babies. They practice and learn from each other every day. Her heart beats for writing, yoga, meditation, books, helping the world, nature, snowboarding, coffee, hiking, and of course her loves--- Chris, and two dogs, Bandit, a American Bulldog/Pitbull rescue, and Luna, a Welsh Corgi. Their goal is to travel the world helping others overcome suffering through finding a spiritual path. She currently writes for a living, working at Sage Goddess where she helps others discover their inner Goddess, while getting her YTT cert, and developing chakra healing meditations to give to the world, and developing Life Warrior. Follow her on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Periscope! You can also catch up with Lindsay on her coaching/motivational website or visit her motivational page for daily heart path coaching.



5 Responses to “Easter Sunday Bomb kills 70 in Pakistan: Why I Still Cling to Hope.”

  1. MQS says:

    Thank u for empathising with us. My heart felt thanks for your humanity. We felt alone in our hour of need. It felt that we are alone in our trials and tribulations. And that our pain is so small and insignificant for the rest of the world. Let me tell you that starting from the 1970's we have been a part of Americas so called war on terror. We have been used and abused as pawns by our own leadership and by the global powers. We have suffered the most in a war that is not ours that was never ours. But we have still paid a heavy price through our blood. And still we have been labelled as the bad guys. Our significance as fellow humans has been undermined by our western counterparts. So thank u for your kind words and your hope In humanity because there are few ppl as generous as u who feel our pain.
    From Lahore, Pakistan.

  2. " there is still a little voice inside me that believes in the basic, inherent goodness of humanity. I have to believe." Me too.

  3. Helen Bruce says:

    Thank you for bringing up a very serious problem here. Such hatred of parts of humanity is never acceptable. I feel terrible for such a heavy loss.

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