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One night when I was so tired,
I tried but couldn’t sleep.

I turned on the TV—
A reported explosion

The place of explosion was bloody
Everything destroyed
Everyone injured

There was fire and smoke in the air
Everyone cried for their families
From their injuries.

There was no hope for their lives
The suicide attackers brought the sound
Of hopelessness to all people

The suicide attacker
Destroyed his life and others

He is not a human
A human does not kill another human

He is an animal

I want to ask the attackers
Why they kill people without reason

Power doesn’t mean killing
Power means bringing new life

Power is opening doors for improvement—
Not hiding its keys

By Mahsa, age 13