We had all been at my grandmother's house. My mum told me to go and fetch my dad from my uncle's place so we could all go to buy bangles and clothes and other stuff for the [cousin's] wedding.
I went to get my dad but decided not to go shopping and stayed with my uncle.
An hour later, we heard the blast.
I ran to the hospital and waited.
One after the other four bodies came in. I really can't describe how it felt.
I lost my mother, father, two aunts, my four sisters and my brother. Sonia was 12, Irum was eight, Sehrish was six, Fariah was five and my younger brother Salman was three years old.
They still haven't found five of the bodies.
And where was the security? They always tell us there's a red alert and security is high but there was nothing.
I still have my grandmother, and my uncle told me not to worry and that he will take care of my schooling.
But all I can think about is that terrible day and I want to cry.