Date Submitted: 11/23/2017
I had just got back from primary school (Britain is several hours ahead of NY so the news reached us in the early afternoon) and my mother took a phone call from my grandmother. She was very shocked and concerned, and when the call had ended she told me that there had been a terrorist attack and some aeroplanes had crashed into the Twin Towers in New York. I was six and didn't know where New York was or what the Twin Towers were, but over the next few days I began to realise the significance of what had happened. Having grown up in a world where that has happened and which is still dealing with the aftermath the memory of that day is a sobering reminder of why freedom shouldn't be taken for granted.
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)