To have the heart of a terrorist..

I was thinking yesterday what the psyche of a terrorist must be.. How brain washed they must be to plant bombs and kill innocent people..

Heartlessness such as that must be an evolved feeling.. over the years, after experiencing suffering, pain and maybe even extreme brutality..

What must have those people been thinking while planting the bomb in one of the busiest stations in Bombay.. Do they even deserve to be called people..? While planting the bomb, did the terrorist once think about the tears that would fall, the scars that would be left, the heartache caused and the thousands of people they would plunge into total darkness.. Maybe he was thinking about his own mother, or wife or maybe his child.. who died at the hands of the suffering inflicted by some unknown demon and the result of that was this backlash..

I saw a picture online yesterday of people standing in front of lists posted by hospitals of the injured and the dead.. trying and hoping to never find the name on that list.. a name they love.. a name that is a part of their very existence.. and then suddenly number 37 seems like an achingly familiar name of maybe someone’s son or brother or mother.. and then the tragedy unfolds..

Peace be with those people who have lost in this tragedy.. with the souls of the people gone.. with the memories that they have left behind..

..and I pray to you my God.. to awash the hearts of these terrorists with repentance.. so that they may never commit such a heinous act of vengeance and hatred again..