Try just saying du'a over what has happened within desire to work to prevent any further such occurrances. That is more or less what the Amish community have done to their own worth.
Also read Qur'an within a mindful attitude of wanting to know why such happened and how to prevent.
But I see you are of undisclosed belief so not likely a Muslim. Try then just remembering that there really are truly good people in the world, like the Amish, who will Pray and work in Forgiveness that such never again occur.
Remember that Forgiving is an active prevention of any further of the crime, and not just pretending that it is alright.
Apart from that be certain that it is real that the world is becoming a weirder place. That is what the prophesies are all made for to protect us from by letting us prepare ourselves for.
Try reading Bukhari of ahadith: the collection of all the Prophesies that were transmitted through Mohammed (Peace and Allah's blessings be with Him) which are not Qur'an. For some folk they are a more equitable place to commence learning what Islam is. Also of course all Muslims are Muslim because we believe in two good facts that protect us from the world being weird. One is Allah. Two is the promise Allah gave that the Prophesies Mohammed transmitted are the last Humanity will receive such that there can be no worse in the future that what he has Prophesied. That is for a true believer. Worse stuff seems to go on among those whom are not believers.
Here is an example of how I myself have been protected. I live in a situation in which local criminals would want me dead if they had an inkling of what I know and how far I disceminate such matters; but they accept me by supposing I am an addict. Then I was wondering one day if one of my friends would need some THC in His system so as to comprehend what I needed him to know. I wondered where I could get some such substance for him to share the load by being whom purchased. It was an important matter to communicate and important to many folk that that individual know. He is with a false diagnosis which keeps him under house arrest on psychiatric medication and all his income locked away from him, or else I would not even consider seeking an illicit drug for him. (he has no tobacco or alcohol problem) Then in the immediate days after I woke at the pre-dawn prayer time (shockingly right aligned) with words sort of booming through my brain from the streeties, that is the boss street drug seller among the homeless folk in the city. The words were directing me that if I spent $50, I'd be matched up with a partner. This is the situation: folk whom sleep on the streets in the city get moved on by police unless they are partnered with a person whom enacts sodomy upon them. Many of them in fact are rent boys ironically. (they rent nice dry places in public parks and the knowledge of where all the free food outlets run by the charities are) Now it happens that I have befriended a few Aborigines among those who sleep in the city parks (and doorways etc) and one among them helps me to get free food often (4 good meals a week and enough coffee and soup for life) in return for an occasional night under a roof. That enables me to afford the public transport to libraries with free internet access. More or less, well actually that is an accurate account, but there is food at home not eaten which I am feeling guilty about, in having overestimated my appetite in Ramadan.
(now where am I again in my story . . .) Oh, so one day, yesterday (17th), in the evening I rang my mum and asked for $40 ahead of the whole of $100 my dad sends me today. Mysteriously she sent $50. (then my dad sent the whole $100)(?) I stayed awake all night on Tuesday 17th using the internet in an internet game cafe where mostly youth hang out who want to play games bigger than a home computer can afford to store. Then on Wednesday I used the internet in libraries and then went to a free dinner with the street people. But too my surprise all the street people were really really stoned like there was a sudden influx of stronger drugs. And one among whom is a violent and perverse individual and neo-nazi sat down next to me assertively and as though in ownership of me. (this is all happening in a city church hall) My friend was sitting next to me. He is a fully initiated Aboriginal elder with the scarification on his chest to prove it. Another person whom is a mad and well educated Jesus wanting kafir was sitting opposite me. (my friend and him are both called John, and I had just finished introducing them when the nazi came along) Now I began telling John about The Elephants. The story of that Surah within its contextual relevance. I was quite assertive and explicit. At that the nazi got up in a bad temper and sat equally assertively down near a girl who always wears pyjamas and sleeps on the street and had been partnered with John. (best remember here that there are a few folk around whom provide cover for others in respect of the sodomy expectation among the child prostitution and pornography crime scene which seeks recruits constantly on any Queensland street-so if you are teamed up right you can avoid any danger) Then I witnessed a terrible thing. That girl with John whom had been safe with him, suddenly fell into Hell forever, the evidence of her appearance in body was well defined. The the kafir called John manifested the quality of a Soul taking control of him. Then I am left alone with the other John, the Aboriginal elder in a foul temper with me. While seemingly ex-kafir john goes and plays us all music on the piano. John the kafir had read Qur'an also at my request of him one day. Then he goes off on his own to live on the street, which is actually quite life threatening to engage in. Heaps of violent crimes happen to those not identified within a permitted category by the child pornography and prostitution gang, if out on the street alone at night. I always stick to where there is a visible uniform presence, and know that the non-uniform policing is involved with the criminals, and thwarting other non-uniform policing. Clearly the instant I am describing is one which had the bad guy policing present. Twice even I have been in conversation on the street with US military self identifying their observing. And a third time also managed to identify to their good presence that my son is in danger since his step mother encourages him to go into the city for fun.
I realised that I have only narrowly escaped being murdered and only because in all my conversations that evening almost all I told about was of Islam. I just got on with the business of imparting Islamic teaching to the curious and the whole situation played out around me with me perfectly safe in the middle of it all.
Thank Allah mu'asalam
There is the fact of course that my du'a have been in mind of my children's safety, and that I have sought for a cover from Americans for when the Australian policing situation is too fraught. Equitably there has also been an Australian soldier mentioning to me that Australians find it difficult to accept American order over in the Middle East. There is something peculiar going on between how Australia is aligning between Britain and American in respect of the division of labour between police and military. We have missed out entirely the good in British policing oddly since having been a colony. Our police are more like army. And among the army those who believe are like model police.
So you may get that my world is weird also and not much I can tell will help; except that Islam protects me, and I experience life joyously.
This morning I woke up with Ants in my bed and inside my pants biting me. I thought it was hilarious. Ants in the pants and all that. Praise Allah it was tiny little black sugar ants rather than having been raped by a Shaytan which is were the situation could have headed last night. I fink the nazis are the sugar ants cause no other shaytan have blue eyes.
We had salami for dinner and all last night hilariously; but then that is mixing metaphors a bit, so I shan't try to explain.
Truly I am saddened to learn about the situation where you are living ninth scribe. I enjoy your posts.
Mu'assalam
