If you're a foreigner who happens to have come across this post by chance, you'll find it very shocking, but if you're from where I am—specifically, a Karachiite—then this shouldn't be anything new. The terrorists that have been living hidden among us have yet again striked. 

The blast didn't prove to be fatal. Only two were injured, or so is being said on the news, and there were no casualties. Thankfully. This isn't always the case, though. 

What were the intentions of the culprits? Aiming a blast near a stronghold of peacekeepers? Near the building of the Board of Matriculation Examination? This has happened before. These terrorists, or rather their employers, don't want our lot to prosper. This, as I'm sure they want us to interpret, was a warning. Are more blasts to follow? 

Are we out of the woods yet?

As much as I'd like to put Taylor Swift's song on repeat again and listen to it for hours, I can't seem to break free of this new blanket of fear that I now find myself wrapped in. My own to-be university is close to the blast site. So is my sister's. What of the million others that are students at both?

We are not. 

I am not. 

And this is how we Pakistanis live; in constant fear. While the whole world thinks that Muslim countries like ours are Terrorist Academies.