Yet another story...about Iraq

Iraq. Time and time again we hear horror stories of death, sorrow and grief that emerge from Iraq. Sorrow so great and deep that it will probably take all of enternity and many lifetimes to erase. I came across yet another while I was browsing the CNN homepage the other day. Nahla is an Iraqi woman whose husband was killed in an explosion on April 14th 2007. He was a doctor and moved his family to Iraq after the fall of Saddam Hussein in hopes that he would be able to help his country while it was in the midst of turmoil. Unfortunately his dream was very short lived, him and 10 others died in an explosion that occured in Baghdad. Despite loosing her husband it amazes me to no end how strong-willed Nahla and many other Iraqi women are. They are hopeful and optimistic about the future of their kids and their country despite the odds that are stacked high against them. They are hero's. Yet again I am reminded about how fortunate I am to be able to live each day exactly how I want to live it without any kind of fear or pressure. Amidst all this grief and misery my life seems so futile and all my worries about it so pointless. I sometimes feel like being happy in a world where there is so much sorrow and grief is almost impossible.