What comes to your mind when you think of home? To me, home is love, family, comfort and safety. Lately, I see a fire in the not-so-far distance from my home, and it keeps getting closer to me, trying to invade my safe haven.

When in November 2015, Paris was attacked, just 500 km away from where I live, I felt vulnerable for the first time in my life. I was alone at the time when the news reached me, and my instinct was to dig deep down into my bed covers and close my eyes to the brutal realities of this world.

Two weeks ago, when the Brussels airport was attacked, the shock waves hit me once again. This time, the attacks were only 250 km away from my city. Amsterdam’s own central station was closed off for a few hours and a major media building was evacuated due to a bomb threat.

All of this happened on the same day, while I was at my office following the news. I thought of my family - my husband, myself and my son, located at three different points in this city. The images from 2014’s Army Public School attack in Peshawar replayed in my head and I thought of my own son’s school. I couldn’t even imagine the worst happening. But this was a moment when a huge feeling of helplessness took over my mind and body. I cannot protect my son.

And then last week, while ending a relaxing, enjoyable Sunday, the horrible news of Lahore attacks arrived. This time, the location of the attack was 8000 km away from my current location, but closest to my heart.

Gulshan-e-Iqbal is a popular, busy park in Lahore. I never visited it myself, but bypassed it several times to visit my best friend, who lived only walking distance from it.

Once again, the images of crying mothers were splattered across the television. As expected, the blame of the attack was quickly taken over by terrorists using the name of Islam. This time the attacks were posed as an aim towards the Christian minority of Pakistan celebrating Easter.

Muslim, Christian, Asian, White, you may define a person any way you like, but they are all human beings who bleed and cry, when they are hurt unjustly. And no religion justifies the murder of an innocent person, let alone a child.

The sad truth is, that murder of children is slowly being normalised. The number of images of grief stricken, hungry faces, some still alive, others not, has become a common everyday sight on our newsfeed. We cleverly scroll past these images. It makes us sound selfish, but it makes us human.

When children were massacred in WWII, nations united with the aim to make a better world, a better future. As many as 1.5 million children are estimated to be killed in the WWII. Today, UNICEF estimates 250 million children currently living in Conflict zones. Yemen, Syria, Turkey, Sudan, children are being displaced and killed ruthlessly everywhere.

From 1945 to 2016, how far have we come?

Humans have been challenged from the beginning of time. From the crusades to the Holocaust, the history of world is full of sad and horrific events. However, good has always been able to overcome evil, and that is the belief that keeps people like us moving on with our daily lives with optimism.

Terrorism aims to divide us and scare us, but we defeat terrorism by standing together and standing strong. I took my son to a fair this weekend. I watched children of every skin shade playing together. I saw women wearing headscarves chatting with women in short skirts. I saw bearded men sharing a laugh with tattooed men.

Life is not about hatred, but misery has much more news value than bliss. The essence of life still lies in love and kindness, and you do not need to pick up a newspaper to find humanity, look around you instead.