At the death of one jihadi, hundreds of thousands of jihadis went on a rampage across Bangladesh. Whatever they found, they smashed into pieces. They set everything on fire and reduced it to ashes. Jihadis beat to death a young man from Bhaluka, Dipu Chandra Das, then hung his body from a tree and burned it. No—no one felt sorrow, no one’s hands trembled, no one’s heart wept. Shouting “Naraye Takbir, Allahu Akbar,” they screamed in ecstatic celebration. This is what the real face of Jihadistan looks like.