People died, souls remained. No matter how sharp your weapons are, no matter how powerful your blows are, one cannot destroy the soul. This is what our forefathers told us, and theirs told them. People die all the time, they used to say, the soul remains untouched. I kept repeating it over and over again as I witnessed my village burning, the plunderers laughing and rejoicing with the loot they rightfully won. Hiding in the debris of what used to be my home, watching my family burning and bleeding to death, I finally realized souls can be impaired after all.
The books my father used to teach me were clear on this front, God loves everyone, God is forgiving. The Man in the sky, God, Allah,
