I pray, yes today I do!

I am not a very religious person, I rarely sit down or stand up to pray, my belief is, God does not need to be told I love him or believe in him, because he actually knows whats in my heart. But today I pray, I pray because I have questions to which I have no answers, no reasons.

What is wrong with the world? Does humanity, love for our fellow mean not mean anything, anymore? How can people kill in the name of God, when God means love, joy,life and care? I am aghast, shocked, jolted right in my heart, and nothing seems enough. Its easy for me sitting in this far away land and just sympathising with the victims I think.

The killers, monsters in human garb, that's all they are, devil's incarnations.Nothing and I mean NOTHING can justify killing another human being except for self defence in my opinion. And here we have so many people killed, just because of some inhuman cannibal's whim. Who are these terrorists, these killers, these monsters? They are not religious zealots, no that's just a guise, if not religion, they would have killed under the cover of some other excuse. These people are killers, monsters, inhuman zombies.

I am reminded of the July 26th blasts in the Mumbai Locals.It could have never been closer home for me. I was barely three months pregnant and the blasts were happening in trains that DH usually took for his return home. It was just by luck, that for the first time in all his years at work , he had a car from office dropping him home that day. I remember the shudders, the prayers, the fear I had till he actually came home, and then the experiences of my friends and family. I remember calling up almost everyone I knew to enquire. One of my friends was on the verge of tears, because her husband was in one of the bombed compartments, she was on her way to the hospital, and had no idea what to expect.Fortunately he was fine, but went deaf for a couple of weeks due to the impact. My cousin lost her classmate and was inconsolable, he was the youngest victim of the blasts and battled the injuries for almost a month before collapsing, an only child to a rather poor couple. I can tell you about ten other victims that I personally know about, each more heart wrenching than the other, and there are many more. What happened to the families who lost members, did they survive, did the perish, because it was not just the person who dies, but the people related to them too who are victims. What about the ones who were permanently disabled to lead a crippled,dependent life?

And these murderers don't give it even a second thought when they go on to commit mass murders. How, how is that even possible? I would flinch to so much as inflict a deep wound on another human body, and these people kill? What does one need to be able to have that amount of disregard and insensitivity I wonder. J.K.Rowling rightly explains that each time Voldermort kills another person, he splits his soul into two.Indeed, even in this non magical world, a killing would actually rip the killer's soul into pieces. It will. And here are people who kill, kill without thought, heart and by now even soul.

I in my own little way, shed my tears, muffle my cries and offer my prayers and condolences to the people who have lost the people they love in these blasts. But I also pray and pray with all my heart and soul to the God Almighty to show the right path to his wayward children, who don't understand that its sin to kill, its sinful to take away lives, when he cannot create it himself. Oh God, if you are there, and can hear my prayers, please show these people the right path.