I remember many things vividly. Hurricane Andrew. Where I was when Kashif proposed. My wedding day. Certain memories are etched in your mind forever. However many of us share one common memory perhaps forever etched in the minds of the generation that was alive to witness it: September 11, 2001.
It was my first year of teaching and my students had just gone to Music class at 9:00am. I was at the front desk of the school checking my mailbox when I noticed that the television was on. That’s odd. I walked up to look at what everyone’s eyes were riveted to. I remember seeing before registering a white plane hitting a large building. My first thought: what movie is this a trailer for? My second thought: An inexperienced pilot flying a small plane accidentally hit a building. I still remember watching with horror as a second plane hit the other tower. And it wasn’t a small plane. A commercial airliner with people onboard.
I remember the rest of the day being in a daze as students did busy work and I frantically searched the internet and emailed friends to understand what was going on. I prayed with all my heart the prepetrators were not Muslim. But they were.
I remember September 12. The radio announcers declaring their hatred for all things Muslim. NPR urging Muslim school children to stay home. I remember frantically calling my little brother’s schools, urging them to go home. I remember the angry look from the woman at Subway. The cool glare from the man at Home Depot in the battery aisle.
I remember feeling grief for the innocents. Feeling overwhelmed. Feeling helpless. Feeling angry. And uncertain about my future. Five years later, as I see hatred for me rise with each passing day… if I had to sum up how I feel today: I miss September 10 with all my heart. (thanks Shabs)