I woke up today at 6:30AM, eager to start my day. Unusual, or me, I turned on the television. It had never came across to me that today would be any different. Until it happened. Until I heard it. Orlando, Florida. 2:00 AM, an automatic rifle was in possession of a man who had killed over 50 people, and injured 53.

It wasn’t exactly a new occurrence, but the preponderance of these events has caused unrest in me. Less than three months ago, Brussels, Belgium, was attacked, leaving 35 dead. Four months before that, Paris, France was also attacked, leaving over 130 dead. And in December, 2015, San Bernardino, United States, a city less than 400 miles of me, was attacked, leaving 14 dead.

Two years ago, much fewer of these happened, and I still have not mentioned the number out attacks on Tel Aviv, Damascus, Istanbul, and so many other cities across the world.

Unfortunately, there does not seem to be an end to this, and many other beautiful cities across the world— Madrid, New York, Chicago, Cape Town, and even my own city that I call home— San Francisco, could be tarnished by such inhumane, violent attacks.

Written: Monday, June 13th, 2016, 12:13 AM, PST (UTC -8)