Where Were You on 9/11?

It is the day of the year that changed life on this planet forever.

It’s September 11.

Nine years ago today, New York City was hit and hurt by evil, single-minded and cruel people who thought they were fighting a “justified war” but only killed thousands of innocent people who were on their way to work or had just  started it.

I know this has been said thousands of time before, and I think I even blogged about it before,  but it needs to be said again and again so no one will ever forget what happened that day.

On a very personal level, I remember being at home that afternoon with my baby Louis and waiting for my bigger son to come back from school.  My friend Wera called out of the blue and at first I was delighted because I thought she was going to invite herself over for a cup of coffee. At that time, I was a stay-at-home-mom and bored to tears.

But she told me to turn on my TV, and had I not heard about the airplane crashing into WTC? I hadn’t. Nightmare blossomed on the TV screen. Both towers burning, people jumping from the 80th floor into certain death, police and fire fighters helping others to escape the danger zone, and the many, many dazed, terrorized, unbelieving faces staring at the crumbling towers.

Seeing that happen and understanding it were two totally different things.

We had been there, my husband and I. We had been up in the 87th floor and looked down at the city, and we had shopped in the mall that used to be in the basement. We had known people who used to work there.

The following days, we watched how men from all over the country arrived to help find survivors and begin the long, terrible chore of removing the rubble, and how people came to try and find their loved ones. How they created that wall where they pinned up the photos and put down the candles.

We watched how war was carried into the heart of America, and we Europeans understood right away how this would alter our lives. How it had to.

My family and I, we live in Hamburg. When the perpetrators were tracked back to here, I wanted to die with mortification. They had studied at OUR university, lived in OUR city, shopped at supermarkets and used subways just like we did. But they were killers. Murderers, who thought crashing planes into public buildings in a crowded American city would do anything for their justice.

I don’t know what we, as world community, have to do or say to bring these terrorists to their senses. Or if there is someone alive who will get through to them and make them stop their hate and fury. I sincerely hope so. Because I want my children to grow up in a friendly and peaceful world. And in one they can travel without fearing for their lives.

Please God, make it so.

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About Mariam Kobras

Three-time Independent Publisher Award winner, author of the Stone Series, co-author of the upcoming Sunset Bay Series, happily and proudly published by Buddhapuss Ink LLC, NJ. Cheesecake is my favorite food group!
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4 Responses to Where Were You on 9/11?

  1. Sue says:

    Well said Honey. I was at home when I heard. My first thought was that my fellow crew members stay in that hotel (WTC hotel) and if there had been any there at the time. Thank God there were none, but that was small comfort as the day unfolded. I still cannot believe what I see when I stay in NYC…and now I am In Turkey and know that it is not “Muslims” who do these things..it is terrorists hiding behind the face of peaceful Muslims..hate creators, fear mongers, these people are as disliked here in Turkey as they are in America. They are Terrorists who happen to yell Allah as they create their terror…they are scum..as were the Provisional IRA in my country. We need to fight Terrorists not religion. They simply use religion as a shield.
    OK..getting off my soap box now.

  2. Sara says:

    This day for me was earth shattering yet brought me to my senses. We were homeless, and two amazing families opened their hearts and homes to us where we started to belong to a new community. The sunrise on the lake (where our trailer we were renting thanks to a wonderful resort owner who had a heart) was so ungodly incredible I cried… thanking the God I then beleived in for my blessings. I had to coddle my 2nd grade son who was terrified… he did not sleep in “his” (not really his since we were displaced) bed for weeks… probably months. I wept on a regular basis seeing the destruction, the sadness, and feeling the hate of the “terrorists.” I never even thought of them as any religion… my God wouldn’t condone such behavior and I am certain there is not God who would. 9/11 gave me perspective and strength… it gave me saddness and weakness, it gave me fear and bravery, it made me sad to be hated and elated to be loved… Oh what a day… I will never forget the emotion. I continue to cry when I see the photos and am amazed at how far we have come.

  3. K.M. Weiland says:

    I live near an airport, and every time the planes flew overhead for months afterward, I’d stop in my tracks and my heart would clench in my chest. It was an incredibly tragic day.

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