The death of my brother made me think. I thought more and more deeply about the reasons behind terrorism, which took him and his family away from us. I reasoned with myself to find if there could really be a purpose their death served. And there wasn’t. It did not serve any purpose. It is not justifiable under any circumstances. In the same way yesterday’s carnage is entirely unjustifiable. It’s systematic madness. And this systematic madness is used to send us a message, a message of fear and hate. I reacted to my brother’s death by not giving in to the culture of fear and hate peddled by extremists. I wept not only for the loss of my brother and his family but I also wept for the perpetrators, because their death was also a senseless loss of life.