Hunger riots in Haiti
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A shooting today in South-Central LA
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This young girl lost her family to AIDS left to fend for herself and her two brothers
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Tsunami kills thousands
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For a mere 30 cents a day you could send a girl like Rosa to school
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Race riots wreck downtown Detroit
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I guess there's nothing good on TV

My heart is in my throat.
Is this really what God requires?
I've never killed a man before, yet here I am, sword in hand being urged on by my Imam.
What makes him an infidel? He talks about the one true God, so do I. This man ready to die for his God. Would I die for mine? I'm about to kill for mine.
Is
This
What
God
Wants?
...
Bloodshed
Persecution
Purity of our religion
I look down... My hands... Sticky... Warm... Crimson... Is this what pleasing God feels like?

Time had run it's course. Never did it seem like the day would come. He kept waiting for the money to come in, but something always comes up... this paycheck... lost in the mail... clerical error... economic turmoil. All he hear was, "I'm sorry, but it's your problem." It seemed like only a week had passed when he was told he had one month until he saw the dreaded red tag on his door. But sure enough there it was with big red letters saying "EVICTED". He is alone in a strange city with nowhere to go or anyone to turn to.
Everything he owns on what was his front porch with that feeling his stomach. You know that one feeling where its almost like everything inside is trying to escape.
He would've cried if it weren't for the children walking home from school around him.
Where do I go?
Where do I stay?
What about my things?
He didn't have a ride, he didn't have a home, he had a few possessions but most were too bulky to keep...
So
He
Just
Began
Walking