Blasphemy (Marathi)

As far as I was concerned, it was my husband who had killed my son. He was the one who had tried to rape my daughter. He was a parasite, he was Lucifer, gnawing the holy Koran. He was the monster who dragged me towards darkness every night, clutching my neck in his strong hands. He was a demon, raping the orphans; he gained his strength from sucking the week. But on the top of this, he was considered to be the messenger of the god, he was supposed to be the one who could reach the Allah, the messenger of god who could protect us from reaching the hell.