[I wrote this post in December but I forgot to post it so I'm putting it up now. Kind of late, heh]

The other morning, after another night of insomnia, I looked out our window from the sixth floor, and a morbid thought came to mind. What if there was an earthquake and the building- with it’s 12 floors- just collapsed. This thought stayed with me as I went from window to window, craning my neck just to weave my eyesight past and in between all the surrounding apartment buildings to catch a glimpse of the sunrise. Homes built upon each other, stacking up high, forming concrete towers that crowd the Cairo skyline. Imagine if they all…came tumbling…down.

Have you ever had those moments where you imagine the worst happening, see the scene unravel in your mind, visualize it….and then it happens - either to you or to someone else - and you say to yourself, “SubhanAllah. Thank you Allah for preparing me for this”?

A couple days later this is what permeated the headlines:

“Death toll in Egypt building collapse rises to 20″

SubhanAllah. You’d expect a building structure like this to collapse:

Something weak and made of wood. Not the macho mabaani of Egypt, right?

………………………………………………………

Wrong.

And to Allah belongs all that is in the heavens and the earth. Wa la howla wa la quwwata illah billah…