Heathen Dawn
February 11th, 2004, 03:02 PM
It’s called the Great Rift, or the Syro-African Fault, and there’s always bound to be earthquakes there. So there was one at about 10:00 o’clock my local time. Epicentre in the Dead Sea, and the earthquake was felt all over my country, and also in neighbouring Jordan and Lebanon.
I thought it was my mum waking me up. I opened my eyes, but no-one was there. But everything was still shaking. The bed was trembling. It lasted for about two minutes. It was absolutely scary. More so for my dad, who was at work: his office computer started shaking before his eyes.
It was 5.1 on the Richter scale—a bit weaker than that of 1979, but still strong enough. Luckily, not as strong as the recent Iranian one. But it’s a perpetual danger in my region all the same. And it just scares one stiff when it happens—the feeling that the very ground under your feet, Mother Earth herself, is unstable and trembling.
I’m OK. It’s all passed.
I thought it was my mum waking me up. I opened my eyes, but no-one was there. But everything was still shaking. The bed was trembling. It lasted for about two minutes. It was absolutely scary. More so for my dad, who was at work: his office computer started shaking before his eyes.
It was 5.1 on the Richter scale—a bit weaker than that of 1979, but still strong enough. Luckily, not as strong as the recent Iranian one. But it’s a perpetual danger in my region all the same. And it just scares one stiff when it happens—the feeling that the very ground under your feet, Mother Earth herself, is unstable and trembling.
I’m OK. It’s all passed.