A heartbreaking tragedy struck yesterday when a plane departing from India en route to London crashed just five minutes after takeoff, slamming into a residential building.
Among the victims was a family of five — a husband, wife, their twin daughters, and their son — all of whom lost their lives in an instant.
Reading about the crash sent chills down my spine.
When my husband told me our flight from London to Melbourne would take 23 hours, fear gripped me. The thought of such a long journey, especially with my entire family onboard, filled me with anxiety. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread.
Throughout the flight, I couldn’t sleep — not even during the night. I prayed fervently before takeoff, while in the air, and especially during the more than three hours of turbulence. The crew instructed us to stay seated with our seatbelts fastened due to poor weather conditions, and my mind ran wild with fear.
The 13-hour stretch from Qatar to Melbourne felt like the longest, most terrifying experience of my life. And when we finally landed safely, I dropped to my knees and thanked God for His protection and mercy.
What happened yesterday is a sobering reminder. Entire families — like that family of five, a newlywed couple, and so many others — lost their lives in a moment. I cried for them, even though I never knew them.
If you’ve ever made it safely to your destination, never take it for granted. Say a prayer of gratitude. Life is fragile, and every safe journey is a blessing.
Courtesy: Gracious Glow
