We digest the news slowly, our hearts not accepting such notions of hate and delusion – the premeditated murder of children. The act is as atrocious to my Muslim brothers and sisters as to me, yet he did not act alone. Someone had fed him lies, grown him, nourished him, on hate and pride. Perhaps it was his family, perhaps others, maybe one, maybe many, for he was once a child, an innocent. Though he died these individuals remain with blood smeared hands.