Who are you that has no compassion for innocents?
No hesitation in spilling blood?
No piety in Ramadan?
No fear of God?
No mercy in your heart?
No hope for tomorrow?
No thought for the bodies, the hearts, the terror?
No compassion for the mothers, the fathers, the children left behind?
I don’t recognize you. I don’t know you.
There is no faith here. There is no heart here. There is nothing here.
It is mere nothingness. A mere blank.