Ten years anniversary of Beslan attack

I remember these days of ten years ago with absolute clarity.
At that time, my kids was 3, 7 and 8 yo, and they all went to school in Bucharest.
I remember how I empathized with parents there; I remember how, for the first two days, I could’t stop to visualize myself powerless staying with no information outside of a school with my children inside, with no water or food, in the hands of some armed terrorists.
I remember me crying by fury, just wondering what kind of fucking bastard you have to be, to torture in this way some children for your fucking political reasons. Then, there was the final attack.
No words. Really no words.
Just a prayer. For the kids and for the parents, sure, but also for the terrorists.
If there is a God, they need a prayer more than anyone else.