In the Name of Paradise

She walked into the narrow lane of the city, her dark black robe merged with the dusky crowd. Her face, sinfully white and pale; Her gait quite weirdly bowed. Perhaps it was the large bag over her shoulders; her hand firmly gripped on it. Or maybe, the sultry heat of summer that made her twitch and tic. A keen onlooker would have noticed her kohl eyes, stared rigidly ahead – revealing fear. And her soft pink lips mumbled endlessly; perhaps a religious prayer. She halted abruptly; stood dazed – like debating to put off the mission for yet another day. But instead, her hands raised – slowly, up to the heavens in revelation; in submission. With her eyes shut tight, her soul painted a glorious picture of the other world: Her paradise. Her goal. Taking with her innocent toddlers, men and sisters in the name of a blissful and peaceful home. And while they cherish the last few moments of their brief life, She smiled, childlike – a contented winner of a strife; gallantly bidding adieu as she finally hit the trigger.