Date Submitted: 11/10/2017
I was only 5 years old living in San Diego, CA with my single mother and grand parents. It was 5 in the morning and I was still asleep in my motherâ€™s bed when my grandmother came in and told my mom to turn the TV on. Throughout the day I could tell that something was wrong but was confused as to what it was. Time went by and a year later my mom gave me a childrenâ€™s book titled â€śSeptember 12th, We Knew Everything Would Be Alrightâ€ť that explained the event in a kid-friendly way. I am 22 now and a student at CU Boulder. I recently visited the 9/11 memorial in NYC to get a better understanding of this day. It was the most surreal, heartbreaking thing I have ever experienced.
Those who die innocent deaths never really die. They are everywhere; we just don't see them in quite the same way. And the culmination of what they were and what their death meant is as prevalent and tangible as the warmth in your soul and the sorrow in your heart.
Imran (story excerpt)