Murder

I've been reading about this young lady, Noritta Samsudin, a lot lately in the media. Its unfortunate that her rise to fame has been under such tragic circumstances. Al-Fatihah.

One of the thoughts i've had in connection to her murder is how her murderer felt killing her with his bare hands. If the newspapers are to be believed, she died as a result of strangulation (perhaps some S&M gone awry?). Killing someone in this fashion is extremely personal and horrific; at every moment the killer would have been staring into her eyes as he (or she) extinguished the life from them. She would have struggled, pleaded without voice, choked and thrashed about in a desperate bid to escape. Conceivably, the killer would have straddled her between his legs, on top of her, looking down upon her as he squeezed harder and harder, his hands and fingers around her neck, perhaps pressing his thumbs into the front of her throat. Near the end, she would have emitted a final gurgle of pain as her windpipe was crushed, and the arteries in her neck burst from the strain of trying to get blood to her brain. What a terrible, horrible way to die. And what a terrible, horrible person it would take to kill in this fashion.

Killing from afar, from bombs and bullets or the blast of a nuclear missile - that's just like a game. Often you don't even know the person you've killed, sometimes you don't even see the death and suffering, safe as you are in a military complex thousands of miles away from where the bomb explodes. But killing with your hands? Strangling your victim to death? That's something else altogether; it requires a cold bloodedness uncommon in most. It sends shudders up my spine.