Sitting in my friend’s living room in a downtown bustling city of millions in Central Asia, I sat laughing and talking and celebrating the upcoming wedding of a very dear friend. She was having her henna party. Women of all ages packed out the small room. It was a joyous event.
Then her brother came in with a grim expression and turned on the television. My husband called and said I should come back to our apartment. After seeing the surreal images and receiving hugs from all attending, I made my way home. My husband and three sons were watching the news. We seemed so far away. We were. Neighbors began coming over and calling asking about our family back in the US. Are they okay? Was anyone there? Did we have friends there? Are we sure everyone is okay? Then our family began to call. Have you seen the news? Are you safe? Yes. We were safe. They were safe.
But many were not. Many were directly touched by loss, by pain. And many came together and held each other up through the pain.
9 Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor:
10 If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up.
But pity anyone who falls
and has no one to help them up.