Injustices like this - killing someone for their beliefs - make me so sad.
He's not a murderer, a rapist, a thief... He's a worker for the Red Cross who helps fellow amputees recover and deal with their difficult lives. This is as bad as killing someone because they're homosexual, or because they voted differently than you, or even because they have a different skin color.
People got all upset about that (not very smart) preacher who wanted to burn the Muslim holy book. It got international attention and condemnation. But this is a human being that's about to get destroyed. Why aren't more people as upset? Is a human life really worth less than a few scraps of easily recreate-able paper?
Even with all of our differences, and disputes, and political infighting, and even with all it's (huge) problems, I'm so glad I live in a country where I can choose my beliefs without fear of my government or community trying to kill me. Then again, if people not caring about something like this is an indication of larger things, perhaps I'm not really that safe after all...