Being radicalised for death

It seems that Isis is many-headed. As soon as you start to think or hope that Isis is being defeated in Iraq and Syria and Libya, and being squeezed in Afghanistan and, therefore, no longer the caliphate-hunting organisation they once were, their followers turn up in Europe, trying to kill as many people as possible. The Barcelona/Cabriles lot were so young and yet so dedicated to kill and die. What's with these people? Why can't they try and live ordinary lives like the rest of us, get married, have children, enjoy life while they can and smile a lot? Their photos show them to be deeply solemn and uhappy human beings. What's the point of their jihadism? What do they think they are achieving in the relatively short lives they are given by their Maker? Why do they hate so much? They have no real cause because whatever they think they want in life they're not going to get it. All they have is hatred and more hatred. It's a cause of despair. They believe that if they sacrifice their lives they will go to paradise and have as many virgins as they want. I mean, come on! Being radicalised is the same as being prepared for death. They are missing out on so many wonderful things, like love and tenderness and caring and pleasure and peace. The young terrorists who destroyed lives in Barcelona and Cambriles and are now dead will never be forgiven and will never enjoy paradise.