He could see the terror in the eyes of the twelve-year old. It reminded him of his niece, Sakina, killed by a stray bullet.
Sakina. Her name meant peace, serenity – that elusive dream he had been hunting for three years now.
“Have patience” they told him. “We will extract our revenge“.
This was his moment. His moment to take vengeance for her death and the deaths of all children who had died like her.
He uttered the name of his God for forgiveness and courage, and shot the girl at point-blank range. The bullet hit her right in the centre of the forehead. Her eyes glazed over. All the life, laughter, mischief and innocence in them died. She lay extremely still, one more body in the sea of blood in the deathly-silent auditorium.
He waited for peace, for the serenity he had been waiting for, once the anger and rage in him burnt out.
All he felt was grief.
Revenge was easy to get. Redemption was harder.
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. An innocent death for another innocent death is just the massacre of humanity.