"It's impossible to describe the sheer terror we felt in that make-shift emergency room. Cowering under our elbows every time we heard hissing from above, as if our fragile arms were enough to protect us from the bombs. If we somehow survived the sound of the thunderclap, and opened our eyes once the long roar had hushed, we was met with an onslaught of wounded civilians pouring through the front door marred by blood and pulverised concrete.

Yet among these wounded, and often dead civilians, I saw no terrorists. I saw no soldiers. I saw florists, carpenters, engineers, teachers, students, and lawyers. I saw mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, brothers and sisters."

Ayisha takes a brief pause while keeping her hands fixed firmly on the podium, and her shoulders rolled back. She glides her eyes across the room, as if to check everyones attention is still fixed on her.

"You talk of freeing the people from its tyrants and oppressors. You wish to be champions of liberal values. So you sit at your round tables, commanding armies of youth to fly drones in to cities, never seeing a speck of blood. Your armies who control the drones never seeing anything other than a dot on the screen, and so destroying entire lives feels like a PlayStation game.

But as the new champions of liberal values, you believe dropping these bombs is worth it. The collateral damage is a necessary part of war, and you are the heroes for making the hard decisions. Some of you probably have a soul, and you let the thought of evil flicker in your mind before a gust of ego blows it out. But these questions of justification are not the questions you should be asking yourselves in here tonight.

Can you face the fact that there can be no redemption for your actions? Can you face having no funeral and no tombstone like the bombardiers of the old wars? Can you burn in the darkest corner of hell alongside your enemies you so foolishly believed you was different from? And for those of you who are atheist, your place may not be in hell, but fear not, you will reside next to your enemies on the pages of your children's history books.

So the question is not how you can justify the indiscriminate bombing.

The question is, can you stomach being remembered as the the cruel and vindictive men you once aimed to defeat? Can you stomach immortality of the worst kind?"

And with that, Ayisha stares out at the elder men, leaders of nations, as their gaze falls to their feet.

There is nothing but silence. A silence that speaks volumes.