By Sisterhood Guest blogger Shireen Ahmed
Like the rest of the world, I was shocked and horrified when I heard (via Twitter) about the explosions at the finish line of the Boston Marathon.
I was so stressed and immediately thought about my dear family and friends in the area. Despite warnings that cellular service was shut down I immediately started texting and calling them.
Because they are so wonderful and caring they all replied within minutes to assure me that they were safe.
My younger cousin, absolutely dashing and charming fellow whom I adore, works in downtown Boston. I called my Aunt frantically to ask about all of them. By the Grace of God Almighty, my cousin was sick today. And he stayed home. I have never been more thankful for a flu and fever of a family member.
I was waiting to hear back from another friend living in the area but then I was reminded she was in Mexico.
A very close friend messaged me back to also let me know she was OK.I didn’t expect a long conversation and was so, so relieved she and her family were alright.
She had been downtown with her sister and sisters children.
Over 500, 000 spectators and volunteers assemble to watch the magnificent annual race.
I thought about the kids. I thought about when my children come to cheer me on when I run a local marathon (10k) every year. They stand with signs and banners and scream my name as I push towards the end.
To my horror, my blackberry started going crazy when a few members of my football team started emailing to inquire about Chris.
Out teammate was running in Boston.
I texted her and her husband not expecting any reply.
It was the longest 6 minutes I have experiences in eons.
Rich texted back to say Chris was running, just finished when the bomb exploded and they they are “trying to get out of Boston”.
I thanked him and just said “Be safe”.
I started shaking uncontrollably.
Their daughter plays basketball with mine.We have spent countless hours together. Chris and I play together. She is my teammate and my friend.
She texted me as well about 30 minutes later to say “Hi. We are both good. I felt the first bomb in my chest. it was so powerful. thanks for thinking of us”.
I sent out a short message to the rest of my team. I exhaled. Then I went numb.
It hit me how close she was to being hurt. WHY would someone do this?
Then I got angry. I was furious. WHO DOES THIS?
These people are athletes FOR GOD’S SAKE! They come with no political agenda. No motive. They are dedicated; work and sweat for this event.
They are surrounded by family, friends, supporters, trainers, tireless volunteers and event staff.
The incredible athletes and runners committing to 46k of arduous athletic activity.
They have trained for months; physically, mentally and emotionally.
They are drained and just exhausted at the end.
And they are met with explosions. Fire. Fear. Chaos. Injury. Read more