Updated On: 28 May, 2022 06:58 AM IST | Mumbai | Lindsay Pereira
The death of a journalist always feels like a double tragedy, one that is deeply personal and damaging for us all

Last year on July 16, we lost photojournalist Danish Siddiqui to crossfire in Kandahar’s Spin Boldak district. Representation pic
I have known two journalists over the course of my career who were murdered for what they wrote about. One was a man I worked with for a while, and the other was someone I met outside a work setting, allowing me the opportunity to know him as a person rather than a professional. Both murders shook me and continue to upset me when I think about them, because the loss of a journalist means more than just the loss of someone who shares the same space as us.
It’s why the death of Al Jazeera journalist Shireen Abu Akleh—killed on May 11 by Israeli forces in Jenin, in the occupied West Bank—moved me as much as it did, even though I knew little about her. It’s also how I felt a year ago on July 16, when we lost photojournalist Danish Siddiqui to crossfire in Kandahar’s Spin Boldak district.