Saturday, September 11, 2010
On September 11th, 2001. I was 12 years old. I was still sleeping. Then my mum and dad woke me up. Their 1st words were "Twin towers under attacked!"
I was ignorant. The twin towers I knew was only the Petronas Twin Towers.
I went to their room. CNN was on. Images of an airplane kamikaze-ing into the World Trade Center kept on playing. And that was before another one rammed into the other building...
A terrible day. A gory day. A day to remember. A day, to ponder.
But after freaking 9 years, what have we remembered or learn?
We remembered revenge, the lives of those innocence that lay under the rubble, or torched alive in the inferno. We remembered Osama Bin Laden, the mastermind behind the attacks. We remembered to burn the Holy Koran, as a retaliation.
Yet we still see it every year. Hell breaks lose every year.
RIP, those who perished on this very date. May the God of your religion bless you.