The fingers type, but I don’t feel them moving. The ears sense a commotion, but I cannot hear. The eyes fight back tears, but it’s futile to resist.
How can you feel, how can you react, how can you respond, when the news of a friend’s death hits you, right between the eyes?
But Sabeen was far more than a friend, she was a beacon; an island of calm in a sea of madness.