GM :)

It’s the fourth day now that we’re gripped by this strange feeling—our dearest loved ones are in the most dangerous part of the Middle East, under the rubble of missiles. It’s surreal, like nothing else matters except being worry about your beloved people and family and their safety and well-being these days.

By the way, I was at a café reading the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, and I came across a part that feels so fitting for these times. 
The original Persian is a bit different, but the meaning hits home right now.

The original :

قومی متفکرند در مذهب و دین 
جمعی متحیرند در شک‌و یقین 
ناگاه منادیی در آمد ز کمین 
کای بی خبران راه نه آن است و نه این