— Sylvia Plath (via sleepinginthesnow)
my dad was in a car accident this afternoon, 3 mins drive more to home and he was hit by a polis lorry full of young policemen coming back from shooting practice.
the irony of this hasn’t failed me yet.
they were running through the red light and the only reason was because they were in a ‘convoy’ which means ‘convoy rules’ applies and matters more than civilan road rules.
it maybe acceptable if:
1) there was a siren
2) road block
3) any indication from the driver eg: hands out to stop passing cars
none. he just went on because his fellow put a road block on the wrong side of the road.
i don’t want to say it but i have to since it’s been eating me alive since 1pm.
my dad could have been hurt or worse. thank god he didn’t. what if it was a smaller car? with kids in it?
toyota camry proved to be one solid badass car. hard exterior. but the left side was smashed real bad. that means the crash impact was massive.
thank god my dad is all good except for a shock.
and now he is compassionate for the kid, the police more likely will loose his job.
i don’t know what to make of this.
i was scared for dad and for me and for my family.
i am beyond thankful for Allah’s mercy.
all i know, my beloved dad is still here and my heart is full with happy tears.
— Yasmin Mogahed (via sokoot)