Monday, November 15, 2010

An Open Letter to a Monster

The world knows what you've done. 

To be honest, we knew what you'd done long before you admitted to it. It couldn't have been more apparent if it had been written on a wall with neon paint. 
Let me guess, it was for the greater good. Maybe she was too wild for public exposure, like a rabid dog that no one could tame or contain, is that it? Or perhaps she was one of those strange anomalies of life, you know, something that just wasn't worth saving? 
She was a human being! She was just a child! 
She had flesh and bone...
Oh but you know that because apparently to cover your ass, you cut through that.

I hope this sweet face haunts your every waking moment. I hope that no matter where you are, you will always remember that this was the life you stole. What did she ask from you? Love? A home filled with hope and harmony, not one filled with horror and pain. She survived what nature threw at her bu her own strength of will, and you broke it. Yes, we all know what you did. 

The sad reality is it probably breaks our heart that it does yours. 

God bless and keep you Zahra.