Mohamad Thaqif Amin Mohd Gaddafi
Whispering, God asked him. Are you Thaqif ?
The One who is intelligent?
The One who is proficient?
The One who is Skilled?
God: Why have you come home so soon my son .
Voice raised a little, God asked him.
What did the other children know that you do not?
And
What did you do that the other children didn't?
God: Punished till limbs mutilated black, torn off and
life snuffed out of your fragile body. What could you have done to earn such
wrath my child?
Did they not, your family, your teachers, your school,
your fellow citizens protect you from this terrible, horrible and
unmerciful act my child?
A caretaker who cannot love you as his own.
I have lost my legs, but the country has also taken a
shameful beating and limping because of me. I beg of you to forgive them and
make certain that they do not let such a thing happen to any other children
again Oh! Mighty God.
God: Rest now rest in peace for you are the prophet
that have brought awareness and change to those of whom you left behind.
You have lived up to your name my child.
GOD BLESS Mohamad Thaqif Amin Mohd Gaddafi.
And
GOD SAVE all of us.
EDit.