Three non-Jordanians were arrested on March 1st as their mission to execute a suicide attack on one of Jordan’s civil establishments was successfully brought to a failing end.

I hear that these people were targeting one of Amman’s landmarks, the building of the Housing Bank for Trade and Finance, and it is not humorous to reflect on how close I have been in the past few days to this location. This, I think, adds a personal taste to danger. You feel bad for the wounded, you mourn the dead, but you only feel what you go through first hand.

The three make part, so reports Jordan’s News Agency Petra, of a larger cell imported from other countries into Jordan. Some are Saudis, some Libyans, and others are Iraqis. I really could not care less for nationality but a striking observation that shouts out from that news bit is that none of those arrested, and those hunted down, are Jordanians. Naturally, to trust too much in the news is an error, as a matter of logic, to trust in anything excessively is fallacious.

I am forced to think of possibilities, and a little of mathematics. On November 2005, an unspeakable crime took many lives, and, according to the rules of a veiled game of luck, I was spared hours before the tragedy struck. I am saddened by the fact that the chronological life line seperating me from disaster, or so seems its job and purpose, is shrinking. This alleged target-establishment is so close I cannot even start to describe how close it is, I was there for several reasons this week, once being yesterday.

If anything, this is a nonnegotiable, and concrete, token to evidence the fragility of life.