I know
The sad heart of the terrorist
A single minded heart
Which finds it impossible to cut asunder speech and act,
A heart that wants to speak with deeds
Instead of words, which one has been deprived of,
A heart that hurls at the foe the body encasing it
This is the sorrow serious and fervent men forever have.

Slipping cold cocoa from a spoon
After some eternal endless debate,
I know from this slighty bitter taste
The sad sad heart
Of the terrorist. 

 — A poem in Romaji Diary and Sad Toys book, by Takuboku Ishikawa.

Several minutes before I decided to go to bed, I suddenly remembered about this poem and the Romaji Diary and Sad Toys book itself. That book was my first book written in high-leveled english. So many beautiful words written there, really love this book.

But, it is not the book I wanna write now. It is about what so called as terrorism in Jakarta happened today. Again and again, ISIS is brought to the surface. It is like everyone acts as a super of police or even God. I don't know how could they be so sure that Daulah Islamiyah did it? even before police's research done? How if they didn't do that?  Hmm.

Since I am a super feeler, I imagine how it feels living as them. They only want heaven, don't they? But the sad part is, their spirit is so high... they don't even try to reach heaven based on qur'an and sunnah. So sad that the existence of such as ideology creates a bias whom muslim being labeled as a terrorist, too. So sad that niqabi has to deal with the label.

But yeah, either the terrorism was done by IS or not, I always disagree with terrorism. It is not supposed to be done, for whatever reason.

غرباء و لغير الله لا نحني الجباه