About 69 people have been declared dead so far and over 100 have been injured.
But this one hit a little too close to home.
The park it took place in, Gulshan-e-Iqbal Park, it’s really close to my grandparents’ house and I’ve been going there since as long as I can remember, the last visit being only a few months ago. I have fond memories of that place. And now, it’s full of blood.
It’s always bustling with people and since it’s Easter Sunday, it was even more crowded than usual. Most of the dead and injured are young children and women. People have been separated, parents can’t find their children, hospitals are overflowing and it’s just…
This is too horrible. Too horrible.
All I can do is pray. Please, I request all of you to pray.
Hey mister. I’m not mad at you, how could I be? You’ve been a source of my happiness for so long I could only thank you for all the fond memories and photos I now have to look back on.
And, although I know you’ll never see this just know that I am so proud of you. Out of anyone I’ve had the pleasure to see grow up under the spotlight, you by far have been the strongest. Every rumor every racist comment and every hateful thing was just something you brushed off your shoulders. But, sometimes it all gets to be too much and that’s okay.
Most importantly, I want to thank you. Thank you for making me realize that no matter what I choose to do in life to always make sure that it makes me happy. And that no amount of money or fame could equal up to my well-being and happiness.
So you crazy boy, it’s been an amazing five years. Years that I wouldn’t trade for the world. You gave us all you had in constant smiles and angelic vocals. And now, in return I promise to give you space but most of all support. I love you and cannot wait to see where you go from here.