The Dilemmas (A Stolen Autumn)

1. He tied his shoes, looked out of his window nothing but darkness, but the murmur of others was there. A complete peace settled within him this day— planned meticulously with the others. Dying was a gift in this tumultuous world and if done right, he'd exit like a martyr leaving no trace behind. We all shared the sentiment: death for us was a direct entry out of this hell— this Jahanam. And so, he would show no fear. And so he would show no mercy. 2. Bodies lay in layers, one upon the other Once hot with the exertion of dance Swaying to the rhythmic pulse of electronic music. A black and white vision comes to mind: bodies lay layered, bereft of sustenance In black and white Europe. A haunting vision in the subconscious of a people A grief, unquestionable lingering in its duration. An October surprise unfolds, With humans ablaze in conflict's fire. Choices, stark and gut-wrenching demand contemplation, Weighing the gravity of horrors bringing the beheadings pose a macabre question: Which is more heinous? Witnessing a child's agony as they die a bloody death. Or a child, bereft, witnessing a parent's violent end? The atrocities captured on film snuff film