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But instead of looking the monsters in the eye and calling them out for what they really were, we let them into our mosques, our markets and our homes. It was only a matter of time before they came for our children too. And now in their tiny coffins, lie their dead bodies and our dead souls.
Peshawar watched in wordless grief--what is the word for pain that assails ordinary mortals when there are 141 funerals in one day? From just one location. Of children. Of teenagers. Of teachers. Of those who had harmed no one. Of dreams severed brutally. Of lives cut short. Of bodies that were charred. Of faces that were unrecognizable.
"We want them to feel the pain."