BLOG # 5 [My Tragic Love Story]

If i had the opportunity to be the main character in a famous Shakespearean play...a tragic play that is, i can imagine myself being the daughter of a very famous political leader and my tragic flaw would be love.
My life is set, i have everything that i can dream of. I am the only child, i am young, just twenty, doing great in college, single and waiting for the right guy to come along. I have a great relationship with my dad, my mom died at child's birth, so i never knew her. I have wonderful friends that are always there for me through thick and thin. There's nothing else that i can possibly ask for at this moment.
One day, me and a few of my friends were out chilling when we noticed a little baby trapped in he middle of a fire. I ran towards her and got her but the flames engulfed and now we're both trapped. With the huge amount of smoke around me, i collapsed with the baby in my arms. A few hours later i woke up at the hospital and i was fine but there was a very handsome man standing beside my bed. I was sacred for a second but my friends came in and explained that h saved me and the baby from the flames when i collapsed. I couldn't stop thanking him for saving my life.
That night as i was lying on my bed, i found my self thinking about him. The way he looked at me, it was as if i knew him from before. The following night, i was at a party with my friends and guess what ? I saw the same guy again. I decided to go talk to him and we got to know each other. Months went by and I've began to fall in love with this guy, and i knew he loved me too. we soon expressed our love for each other and were inseparable from then on. We met everyday, everything was fabulous and my life was complete.
My dad decided that he wanted to meet him. This was a very special day for me because my dad was going to meet the love of my life. They met and my dad thanked him for saving his only daughter's life. I was so happy and was wishing that my mom was with us, but i knew she was watching from above.
Time went by and he took me to his home town to meet his family. His parents died in a car crash when he was three years old. He lives with his elder brother and his brothers wife. This is where i got the shock of my life. His brother is the political leader that has a feud going on with my dad. My dad's party wants this man dead but he is on the run. I am Muslim but my lover is Hindu. I had assumed that he's Muslim because no Hindus were allowed to enter my hometown. So he couldn't be, but he changed his name so that he could enter freely and get a job to help his brother. Although my dad is his brothers enemy, they still accepted me as their own.
We decided to get married but i didn't want to tell my dad knowing that he was Hindu and i was Muslim. This was not allowed in my home town because we would be sent to jail. I have decided that i will elope, but my soon to be husband wanted to do the right thing and tell my dad. I explained the consequences to him but he insisted because he had already met my dad and my dad liked him.
A few days later, we went back to my home town and told my dad about out great news and then the part that we were afraid of. My dad became furious and wanted my fiance sent to jail for entering on a false identity and knowing that he is the brother of his enemy. I didn't want him to go, but the government headquarters sent us both to jail. We couldn't see each other at all and we hated every moment of it.
We found out that since i am the daughter of such a great man that actually made this law, then my punishment should be death and also for my fiance. The worst part is that my dad had to place the bullets in our hearts himself. They allowed us one day to spend with each other under supervision so that we couldn't escape, and to think of any last requests that we would like.
It's the day of my death, i couldn't sleep all night and so was my dad. He came to me crying and asking me to forgive him. I wasn't mad at my dad at all, i was happy that he was standing up for his country. I told him to take care of himself and don't be sad.
It's our time to go to the "Death Spot", two trees in an open field. I wore my mother's wedding dress that day. They placed us each in front the two trees and asked me what my last wish was. i told them that i want to get married to him before i die. They hated this but had to do it. I was happy, at least i got married to the love of my life before i was killed. His last request was to play his country's national anthem until he takes his last breath. They handed the gun to my dad and after a while he lifted his arm and shot my husband right in the middle of his chest. I screamed in horror as he received two more bullets. It's now my turn, i looked straight into my dad's eyes as he pulled the trigger. One...two...three bullets in my heart. We were both falling at this time, i held out my hands and he grabbed it and we fell to the ground facing each other and all this while the national anthem was being played.
My dad went back to his normal life but it kept on bothering him, knowing that he had to kill his only child and her husband on their wedding day too.
I was killed just because i was a Muslim girl in love with a Hindu guy. Two roses were planted at the borderline of our hometowns to signify peace and unity between the two religions.
So, here we go, if two people really love each other, nothing in the world can separate them, not even death. Sometimes we have to do things that we never imagined but such is life. Forget about your colour, forget about your religion, look deep down inside your heart and if you find love, there should be no problem. One people, One nation, One destiny!