Explain two hundred Iraqi corpses caused by chunks of metal strapped to timers that counted every human breath.
Explain twenty hacked bodies on bread-fumed floors;
A body strapped to a chair with death wound tight around his wrists, enclosing his neck like a noose,
A man who lies dead because he chose not to leave his friends,
And people; people pressed up tight against chipped bathroom doors, lungs rattling and trembling with fear and not oxygen.
Explain an airport being ripped apart with fear and panic and guns and grenades and the all-consuming thought that ‘This place was supposed to be safe.’
Explain to me, your need to pull apart families, ripping out a tendon in their hearts with each member that you kill,
And explain to me the need to murder swaying, dancing lovers, as they wrap affection around wrists and waists.
Explain the husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, daughters, brothers, sisters, grandparents, friends, lovers, people, you blew up,
And explain the children talking excitedly in class, pulling out dog-eared textbooks from their bags and the teachers calling out for silence in the class, that you slew.
(There was silence in the class, at the end of it all).
But if the word ‘God’ appears in your explanation?
Don’t give it to me.
Because holy books everywhere give explanations. Religions give explanations and Gods give explanations.
But nowhere, in any holy books,
In any temple, mosque, church, gurudwara, monastery, fire temple, synagogue, building, house, home,
Nowhere in any religion, faith, culture,
Not even amongst the words that spew from the mouths of the million gods that are prayed to every second of every day,
Will you ever find a valid explanation for any of this.
– Nidhi Krishna