No happy endings

I'm becoming really jaded lately. I should stop looking on Yahoo! News. All it does is break my heart.

Now, normally, I can shake it off. I don't know how. Maybe I force myself to put on that bubble of ignorance so I can live another day. But one story just got to me. I mean, like pierced me where I sat and I just started crying as I read what happened.




So an Iraqi man was killed in Dallas. He was shot by a 17 year old boy with a rifle.

The whole thing is a horrible nightmare.

You see there was this couple in Iraq. They were in love. They were married and wanted to live a happy life. The woman convinced the man to leave their war-torn country and escape to another land. A happier, less dangerous land. They would live in a normal apartment and live normal lives that were free from the sounds of gunfire.

After all the arrangements were made, they moved almost 12,000 miles and did that. Three weeks into their new life, they saw white flurries coming down outside one night.

Giddy and in awe, they went outside. They had never seen snow first hand before. The man took out his camera and wanted to capture the memory. He started snapping pictures of snow, laughing with childish enthusiasm at how his friends back home would react once they saw them.

Then BAM!

The man gets hit by bullet.

He doesn't know where, but he tries to run back inside for safety. His wife is screaming, distraught. The snow is stained by the man's blood.

The man is in shock. This can't be happening. They escaped this life. They were supposed to be safe. He was supposed to have his happily ever after with his love.

On the way to the hospital, he dies.

Shit, here goes the tears again. Fuck. Give me a second, I need to cry again.

It was a kid who mistakenly thought the man was someone else. They say it wasn't a hate crime. It doesn't really matter what it was now. A man, someone's great love, is dead.

He shouldn't have died. What he was doing, taking pictures of snow? That's the part of the story where the credits roll, you know? Like, here's the happily ever after. Your laughing wife. The white innocence of snow around you to welcome you into this new life. As opposed to your old one where there's dry sand lands filled with a lot of strife. The movie end there. It's not supposed to have the hero gun down unaware, in mistake.

It just makes all their sacrifices one big waste.

A tragic irony that they were safer in a war zone than suburban America.