“... the machinery sent off some kind of spark...So I started screaming, right there on the Gondola ride, just like I did on that terrible day... It was that scene, exactly. I tried to get up, as I had that day. I wanted to be whole again. I scrambled away from the horror of what happened”(Ahmedi 5).
”And then suddenly a fire flashed in my face...I remember a shower of soil and then nothing. I woke upon the ground, surrounded by a crowd, men and boys mostly, but a few girls too…they were all staring down at me with huge eyes. The color fled their faces. They looked horrified…I felt no pain, no physical sensation at all, just mental turmoil and fear”(Ahmedi 43,44).
”... we saw a crowd...right were our house should have been…We pushed our way through the crowd, our worst fears had come pass--our worst nightmare…Then I saw our house:reduced to nothing but piles of rubble and broken glass. And then I saw the bodies...bystanders who had come to mill and gawk had spread shawls,blankets, whatever they could muster up at such short notice, over the bodies of my martyred father, my poor sisters” (Ahmedi 88,89).