...I'm sitting here, wondering how this works.
You're just sitting down to dinner, when something that sounds like a runaway bullet-train... jets across your back yard, enters the livingroom of the, uh... "guest house" down the street and detonates like a scale model supernova... turning every living thing within a 40 meter radius into fine pink mist.
Do you freak out and head for the hills? Do you sit there and blubber?
Or do you just shrug it off as yet another instance of the capricious and unknowable "Will of Allah"?
'Cos... "not a sparrow falls"... right?
Or am I missing something here?
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