There was a man, his name Armen, a true Christian, known and loved. He never knew a woman, and never knew real love, yet a woman, a beautiful girl, with breasts larger than any other, not fat or unhealthy, nor wide, but thin, a gem of Yerevan, turned to him on the streets and loved him so greatly that she desired to have him. She dreamt of him, and loved quietly in her heart, and when encountering a man of God known to Armen, a loyal of his family, asked to meet him.
What ensued was the greatest tragedy known to man, known to God and to all creation.
Intimidated, hurt, and haunted by Armen’s demeanor, his ways, he decided to instead give her to his son, around his age.
Seduced, enticed, led on, to meet with Armen, she was led by him to a private room, where an image of Armen motionless sat. It was live. He sat secretly loving the lover of his soul, the women who beheld him on the screen. The son took off his clothes, revealing his nakedness, and joked that he may be greater than Armen. So, they got naked, and beheld the present video of Armen seated in prayer, they had sex as she laughed at him for having not been as this man.
It was in fact not his will. Nor the will of the loyal man, but of a police officer from America in Armenia. As they denied ten times the request to torment Armen, an intimidation to the officer, they finally conceded knowing he would turn to a stranger to do the same trick, which was in fact encouraged, no, demanded by an envious and angry friend and cousin from New England, for having appeared more Armenian than he, smaller and intimidated by Armen.
Now naked before God, they left her, unmarriable, tragic, broken. Only taken up by a relative of Armen, now uncaring and despising the responsibility of repairing the tragic person she became, a wasted gem, a broken human, a lost soul, and a despised being.
Cut from the same cloth, made for Armen, intended for him, never united, never known.
As he wept in the knowledge of this crime secretly communicated by God, he shed tears, unnoticeable, and a sigh reached up to the heavens and entered the depths of the heart of God, a sigh so great, so deep, God broke in tears in his inner being, and his heart shaking in sorrow, in his core, softened and filled with love as love itself, yet now simply crying the cry of Armen’s soul, incapable of comprehension, but knowing the sorrow of such great a loss and wrong and tragedy.