There’s no equality for life.

The story that Mohsin Hamid tells is a very relevant one in today’s politically broken, war-plagued world. Since we live such privileged lives, satisfied with all of our needs, we often forget about the Saeed and Nadia’s’ of the world. When we are preoccupied with the comforts of first-world life, a world other than our own seems too far away. We cannot fathom what refugees from war-torn countries must deal with. Their lives are based around survival. Their everyday worries are ones we have seldom had to deal with.

One of the most impactful lines in the story happens to be at the very beginning—”for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying, and our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to our transient beginnings an middles until the instant when it does” (Hamid, 4). As someone born and raised in the United States, I have never thought of life in this way. Instead, I saw life and the act of living as a stable state of being. But to someone like Saeed or Nadia, life is much more insecure. For even though we both exist at the same time and the same plane, one explosion could mean the end for a life just as valuable and just as real as my own. 

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