“Peanut, I hope you’re hanging in there with me.  The police, and firefighters, and paramedics, should get in here soon.  They’ll help us soon.”

     The woman, out in the big room, begged for her son’s life, while his father, with a wild, almost not even human, look in his eye, still held the gun to his child.

     “Our son is a miracle, part of us.  Please don’t hurt him.”

     “My Allah says he dirty, because your part of him, and he must be clean!  You start this taking him away from me!  Not hurt him?  You hurt me!  These people dead, here, because what you did!  What you did!  What you still do!”

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