An alert from the New York Times about a shooting in at a school in Florida popped up on my phone. It wasn’t where I lived; I thanked Allah and dismissed it. I didn’t want to think about it any further because I would have to acknowledge my feelings about yet another school shooting. At night, when the day was over and I could no longer avoid it, a silent tear fell down my face.
I wasn’t crying out of anger, but because of the helplessness I felt in that moment. The thought that resonated in my head was: where will we go now? When Pakistan became unsafe for us, America was an obvious safer place to turn to.