Why is life like this???

Why is life like this???
Since I was a little child I had some very intense thoughts, some unanswered questions. I used to scribble them all into a piece of paper and then after writing them all, I used to read it over and over again. I was the writer and I was the reader myself because I felt I was too young to be so serious in my thoughts. I used to write abut life and emotions but then I was never comfortable enough to share it with any body. I then used to make a paper boat out of the paper and send it across the little drain beside my house so that some how God reads it and explain to me why was life that way?
Fifteen years hence I realize that my paper boats have started reaching the God because I have started to reailse why was life like that then. I still don’t have answers to all the questions that I had, but I reailse that God lives far away and the communication would take sometime. I hope all my boats complete their voyage to the heaven and God answers back to my letters.
It took me an hour to figure out what should be my first blog. My mind is clustered with thoughts. The novice writer in me with such little literary intellects doesnt know whether I should write an expirence on ecstasy, success, love, dejection, depression, or something else. But the curious child in me wants an answer to a very grievous question.
Whom should Imraan ask why is life like this for him?
It was Bakhreed a very holi festival for the muslims and it was just 13 days after Mumbai was attacked leaving behind more than 200 killed and hundreds injured. A news channel was covering the story of a little child of six years, Imraan who had become an orphan on the fateful day of 27th Nov 08, when some maniac came and took away his innocent childhood from him. He lies down on the hospital bed in the ICU recuperating from the physical injury he has sustained. All his injuries might heal someday and he would be fine again. Pause a moment, did I say fine again? No I think I am wrong. His life might never be fine again. He saw his Father, Mother and little Sister die in front of him mercilessly being shot n number of time. Miraculously he defied death but then what does this life have in store for him? Ironically his family happened to be returning from after doing all the shopping for Bakhreed.
I have a question to you Mr. Terrorist. Why did you make this child an orphan who was to celebrate the religious festival on whose name you take away lives. Does Allah or Quran say that you can kill innocent lives? Today the holy Allah would be weeping more than ever that people are doing this on his name.
This angers me to the core but then when my clustered mind takes me back to the thought of that child I feel helpless. I realize that it might take a lifetime for him to realize that his fate was decided by a bunch of ruthless “nobody’s” who came and took away the normalcy of his life. He would be having so many questions to ask but where should he go today to get the answer from? I can’t even tell him that the practice of sending paper boats takes 15 years to complete its voyage to God. I wish this six year old child sleeps today and wakes up to be a 22 years adult tomorrow who could realize why is life like this?