And note if you have your doubts. 12:54 AM over here. Raining, last I checked. I'm out in Dhanmondi (what kind of a stupid name is that?), in this apartment my imbecile Bangladeshi dad rented. Road number 5. Next to 'Eastern University' (what the hell is the thing with university names and compass directions over here?)

Fact is, you people murdered my mom. And my idiot dad still loves your stinking country and you stinking apes, even as his wife lies six feet under thanks to you animals. And I'll never get justice, will I? You bastards will keep living, and polluting the free world with your filth. If I could kill every one of you, I would.

But I'll settle for killing a few.