I remembered when I was younger and much smaller, I really wanted to be Superman or Ultraman, I liked the thought of beating bad guys and saving the world from evil people and surprisingly, that dream never did fade away from me.

The recent terrorist attack(s) on Mumbai was one of the times when people wanted a superhero, as at that point of time, the average citizen would feel helpless and all they could do is despair and dread.

It's like you're going for a normal shopping routine with your family in your favorite supermarket and suddenly you see people running, screaming and they fall down... one by one.

The next thing you know the nozzle of a gun was at your face and as you turn, you see one of your family member on the floor... soaked in blood.

No!!! This can't be happening!!!
Why? Why us?

I can't imagine the feelings running through my body if I was caught in that situation.

Pain?
Confused?
Angry?
Sad?

The torment of family members who got wind of the news would be even worse, not knowing what's happening is the most dreadful thing anyone would feel.

You sit at your comfortable home, eating your favorite food and as you switch the television on, you saw the news covering on terrorist attacks. As you lament how such things can happen, you picked up one information from the screen, the location of the attack.

Your brother went there two days ago for a trip.

You scrambled for your mobile, fumbling through your contacts and as you dialled the number, you hear nothing but some stupid automated voice answering you, you hang up.

Dialled again, same response.
Dialled again, same response.
Dialled again, same response.

Fear creeps into your heart and knowing that you don't know anything makes it worse. You slumped into your seat, thinking, despairing and you try to calm yourself but small negative voices in your head poison your mind, making every single movement a mistake.

Is he alive?
Is he dead?
No! He can't be dead! He's alive, he should be!!
But that's his hotel they just blew up!!!
NO!!! He must live, he must... somehow.

Imagine as the minutes, the hours, the days pass by while you still desperately do everything you can to find out how your brother is doing?

All you wanted to know is if he's alive.

This is just as much as I can imagine, the actual emotions would be a hundred times greater than what I described. Little children would want their favorite superheroes to save their daddy or mommy from the bad people and adults could only wish that they could do something to prevent the catastrophe.

If only Superman was real

Yet we are helpless, all we could do is hope and wish.

These terrorists again dare admitted that they are of the religion of peace, I don't see how they are abiding to the ways of their religion in the manner of their conduct. It is amazing how humans can lose all rationality when they are brainwashed and psyched up to the extend of killing in the name of God.

I do not see the logic in teaching children to hate people of other religions and demeaning the so called "infidels" in the syllabus.

How dare they use religion as a tool of war, how dare they poison the minds of children, how dare they take innocent lives so easily?!! They have twisted the teachings of the religion of peace to their own profits and I can see why the image of this religion has literally gone down to the drain.

Humanity needs a change, fast.

A moment of silence for those who died in the attack.