Il Ham Mai Hum

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Oh little brother,

have we not reminded you that you are still 14?

that you are still young, vulnerable and weak?

But oh little brother, you do not listen to us. You chose not to. Not a word.

We don't say these things to annoy you. We don't say these things to restrict you.

We say these things because we know. We know how cruel the world can be. How unforgiving, how hurtful.

Oh little brother,

look what you've got yourself into.

Yes it is not wholly your fault. But it could've been prevented.

You are only 14 dear brother. But 14 year olds aren't supposed to be out at 12am in the night.

Especially near places, where people sin, every second.

Oh little brother,

I cried when i saw you last night. I cried when i saw those black eyes and bruises.

I cried, for i have not seen you in such a state before. I cried because i was guilty.

Guilty for not being there to protect you from those pigs. No, they are lower than pigs.

Oh little brother,

tell me, where are those so called friends? Who do you ask?

The ones who ran and left you behind when they knew you couldn't ran.

Tho ones who ran and left you behind when they knew that you couldn't protect yourself.

Oh little brother,

tell me, who were the ones who were around your hospital bed last night.

Who came from all sorts of directions. Carrying thoughts of worry and anxiety.

It's your family little brother. Not those no-life hooligans who you THOUGHT were your friends.

Oh little brother,

I am sorry. For not being a better brother to you. For not being there when you need me. For being so anal all the time. For being so selfish, so remote. Till you had to turn to these sort of no-life shits for company.

I know little brother, that when you turn to these no life shits for company, this is what you get.

And I'm sorry that this has happened. But let it be a wake up call little brother, let it be a lesson.

Oh little brother,

I have been praying. Praying for you. For some time. To change to be a better person. A better Muslim. A better brother and son.

And insyaallah and alhamdulillah, my prayers are being answered. Though in the hard way.

Oh and little brother,

If you didn't know this, I love you. But i just can't say it to you, for some reason or another.

If this world had no such thing as revenge, sin, religion and being humane, I'll find out who those people were. And when i get my hands on them, I'll tie them up. Yes. Tie them up. With hot, rusty, stinging metal chains. Yes thats it. First, ill pull off their hair bundle by bundle. Then, ill pluck out their pubic hairs strand by strand. I'll pour wax on their genitals. Let them scream and squirm in pain. Next, ill pour big red fire ants into their ears and eyes. Ill pour boiling oil into their nostrils. Ill break their teeth with a wire cutter. One by one. Taking my time. Next, ill peel their nails of with a screw driver. Oh i forgot! they'll be in a place where its VERY VERY hot and humid =). And after all that, ill use a blunt, rusty shaver. And i will skin them. Inch by inch. Very very slowly. Their screams of pain will be music to my ears. Oh i will not kill them though. I'll leave them tied up deep in the most unforgiving of jungles. And let them either starve to death, or be devoured by the jungle's unknown. Oh yes, that would do just fine.

Yes i do sound scary. But no one, and absolutely no one puts my brother into that kind of state. Not even me, not even my parents. Except his maker. And if HE were to do that, it would be for my brother's own good.

But, fortunately, there's Islam in this world. And I am muslim. So i would pray for justice to be done to them. And rest assured and insyaallah, it will.

Forgiveness? to those pigs? never. From what shehz said. Maybe they would get drunk and fight with a bigger bunch of gangsters and get killed. Well, between you and me dear readers. I certainly hope so. =)

ilham26 @ 6:23 pm
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I love you for reading my nonsense. Okay you can stop smiling now.