VICTIMS TOO

Sadness falls today, more fatalities occur.  This world full of a hateful serge.


He is on his knees praying to his God, fasting for days before carrying out his call.

He cries out to his God for purpose and solution. He feels he's ready to fulfill his only conclusion. The elders agree, there is no other way.  They help him prepare for his martyrdom display.

He's so young.  Trained to be strong,  yet deep inside he's scared and wants to go home. Alone he cries out Allah,  why must this be? Do I have to fulfill this purpose you have designed for me?
I'm scared Allah, please give me courage and strength.  I need you to hold me and keep me safe. What about all those people,  what have they done to me? Allah answer my questions please.

The elders and others keep them alone filling their heads with nonsense and hate, preparing these young men to detonate.

The day fastly approaches.  He's praying hard, Allah I think I am unable to carryout my part.

An elder overhears him, they come up with a plan designed to destroy any love he might still have.

They call his name and tell him what was said, but they say it was Allah who came up with the plan.
If you don't follow through gone is your all, mother, father, and sisters will all fall. Their blood on your hands unless you complete your mission and do as Allah comands.

The young boy is scared of what could be, preparing, he straps the bombs to his body. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath asking Allah if he'll receive his promises?

Allah does not answer,  he never has. The elders approach him to confirm his soon promised land. Hail Allah,  in his name we proclaim the blood shed will not be in vain.

They go over the plan one last time before sending the boy off to complete this organized crime.

He reaches his target and looks upon their face, there he sees brothers, sisters of all age. He sees old and young,  children too, he thinks of his family and what they will do.

He closes his eyes and takes his next step, hoping he will soon be in peaceful rest. He pushes the button held on his hand, goodbye everyone this is not my plan.

These things happen all the time,  young children being forced into a life of crime. Praying to a God who never speaks back, yet asks them to complete these horrible acts. We are not the only victims here, don't gang up on the young, rid these young men from isis thumb.