The world is an angry place these days, it seems. The recent terror attacks in Paris, Istanbul, Ankara, Brussels, and elsewhere were augmented exactly one week ago by an Easter Sunday suicide bombing at a public park in Lahore, Pakistan. At press time, 69 Pakistanis have perished as a result of the bombing.
The fact that this attack, which took place at Gulshan Iqbal Amusement Park, seemed to specifically target Christians, will no doubt increase the growing divide between those who believe that Islam remains a religion of peace and those who feel – rather more strongly, if you watch the evening news – that all Muslims pose a threat and that immigration should essentially be halted.
I have never been to Pakistan, but I came within 23 kilometers of Lahore and literally gazed upon the country’s southern border. It was November, 2011 when I found myself in Amritsar, that glorious Sikh enclave and capital of India’s Punjab province. I had read that the thing to do for visitors to Amritsar (aside from visiting the city’s magnificent Golden Temple) was to take a van trip to the border of Attari, India and Wagah, Pakistan.