Sept. 11th seemed like an ordinary day.
I woken up, skipped breakfast, and played keep-away.
I had gone to school, talked to my friends, waiting for the day to
I got home. Everything was quiet. I turned on the news. And then I
needed a friend
I watched the footage of a plane crashing.
Then I thought they did replay. Nope. Footage of another plane smashing.
I thought all the thoughts the people could have thought, I thought
of all the scared faces.
And I thought of all the families crying about their loss in diff
Damn, this sucks. I thought.
But, it hadn't fully registered... reality was sought.
It took me 1 day to realize we lost, it wasn't show.
I felt ashamed and low.
I know a muslim or two.
Who's lives completely changed into a miserable blue.
9-11 came and it went, but the sorrow has not yet been fully spent.