I live in a small town and right now really glad I do. I have always had a fear of flying and now I do not know if I will ever get on a plane again.

I can't help it but I keep thinking of all the families who lost loved ones, all the people on those planes bound for new adventures, the children on those planes now dead, never having a chance to live. And for what? For Allah? I am unable to comprehend this thinking.