WE WERE IN A MOSQUE waiting to meet a Hamas leader when we were jolted by a loud explosion. I was sure the explosion wasn't that of firecrackers. Could be a rocket or some explosives, I thought. The congregation had just finished their maghrib prayers. No one looked alarmed. Some latecomers proceeded to perform their prayers. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that the mosque was dark just before the explosion and everyone took out the handphone and used it to find their shoes and the exit door. I asked a young man if he had heard the explosion. He said yes. Was it a bomb, I asked. Could be, he said and left. I asked an elder person and he just shook his head. When I finally got hold of the Hamas leader, he said it must have been a rocket or a bomb but didn't bat an eyelid after that. I remarked to him that the people in the mosque didn't seem worried or fearful when hearing the explosion. His response was simple: "Brother, we are used to this. This is our life. You know that we went through hell these last few weeks. We live in fear all the time, but what choice do we have? Life goes on my friend..."