Terror tore through the night sky with the sudden force of a storm unleashed, an invisible hand striking without warning, leaving disbelief, panic, and devastation in its wake. A passenger jet, carrying more than 244 lives, vanished from the clouds in an instant, leaving behind only fire, smoke, and twisted metal scattered across the earth like shattered dreams. What should have been an ordinary flight, filled with quiet conversations, the hum of engines, and the soft shuffle of passengers settling into their seats, had transformed in seconds into unimaginable chaos. Sirens screamed in the distance, echoing across neighborhoods and streets, a mournful chorus for the calamity that had just occurred. Families collapsed in disbelief, some clinging to each other, others frozen in the paralysis of shock. Phones rang endlessly in silent homes, ringing unanswered as terrified loved ones tried to find someone, anyone, who might provide a shred of hope. The authorities spoke cautiously of “limited information,” carefully choosing their words, but whispers of catastrophe had already spread like wildfire, traveling faster than facts, leaving a world straining to comprehend the unthinkable. Meanwhile, rescue teams began their grim work, digging through wreckage, sifting through ash, metal, and personal belongings, as the world collectively held its breath, hoping for a miracle, however small, however improbable.
