𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳𝑺 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳

It was dark. As expected. It was raining. Not expected. But rather convinient for the group that was strategically spread out across the small civilization. Awaiting orders from higher forces.

“Aan baxno” (Let’s head out)

That was it. The trigger. They moved with precision like they had practised for years. They actually had. They knew that they had to strike before dawn.

Heavy gunfire rent the air and the residents were smoked out of their houses. Women screamed ...children cried and their sounds were drowned by numerous bullets until it all went quiet. They were all dead.

This was not a massacre. Not at all ...for it served a greater purpose to them. They never took it as human work. They would never be so low as to take credit for Al-Khaliq. All this was for Allah.