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911 is one of those tragic events that will forever form a part of our history and become an embedded memory in the lives of the generation that presenced the chaos and pain that it brought upon many. It will be a memory which will be passed down to generations to come, as an everlasting moment.
This specific blog is a recount of the events that were to follow upon my hearing the news of what had occurred on that infamous day of September 11,2001, which shattered America's image of invincibility only to reveal its vulnerability.
It was the beginning of the school year and a month had not yet passed, and I was in the eighth grade. I was sitting in class, thinking it was a typical morning, when the tv in our classroom turned on to CBS news showing repetitions of how one plane had struck the twin towers. To be honest I did not know what they were speaking of in the news, I did not know what the World Trade Center was as I had never heard of it. I don't recall exactly what went through my mind upon seeing that, all I recall is confusion and commotion as my teacher's expression had blanked out, revealing no emotion, or reaction. Eventually the bell rang signaling the end of that class and the beginning of another. I recall walking to my next class, not quite grasping the significance of what had just happened. I was not aware of the details and of the fact that it had all been planned. I got to my next class only to witness more confusion and the excitement among my peers, who were all speaking of what had just occurred. No one really knew what had happened but it seemed as if it was this uncertainty that made it all the exciting to them. Then, slowly one by one my peers were being picked from school, as their parents thought it prudent that they be at home. At that moment I felt fear and confusion, I did not understand why this was happening and failed to reason how I should react. I recall wishing to go home, what was the point of being in a place where no answers were given and all my peers were leaving? As if my inner wish were miraculously answered I recall having my name called as my mother had shown up at my middle school to take me home. I felt as if by being with my mother and being at home, I would be safe. After all, where could I be safe, any place was vulnerable, there was no "safe" place? Many questions ran through my mind, but I received no answers. The people around me were paranoid and scared so it seemed only logical that I feel the same way. My day was spent at home as my mother watched the news. Hearing of children who were now orphans caused me so much sadness because I very well knew the pain that comes from the loss of a parent, especially when it does not occur from natural death. Being young, not that I am any older, I asked myself how could there be so much cruelty and injustice in this world? I refused to accept that something like that could occur without justice being served. But now that I reflect upon that day I know that justice is eventually served but the pain and suffering caused will never cease, as nothing is replaceable of a human life, in this case human lives.
