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I was at my boarding school in Hawaii. It was my senior year in high school and 6:15 in the morning. I heard lots of loud chattering coming from the bathroom and thought to myself, "Why are they so fucking loud this morning?"
I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and overheard something about a plane crashing. I thought to myself, "Oh no, something terrible must have happened." I then enter the shower and ask my buddies, "What is all the commotion about?"
They proceeded to tell me that two planes crashed into the World Trade Center building and another one into the Pentagon. I was stunned and was afraid. I was young and ralatively naive about international affairs. Yes, I was political but only paid attention to the domestic politics of America.
I never thought about why it happened that day. I just kept on watching the planes hit into the buildings over and over again. I was also concerned about my brother, as he lived in the East Village and was also looking at job offers in the WTC. We immediatly tried to call him, but couldn't get through. However, his instant messenger was working - and we found out that he was in a safe location.
My first response? Let's nuke the mother fuckers. I seriously felt that we should have nuked the sons of bitches. After about a week, I finally realized that I had no idea what I was talking about.
I was pissed, just like many other Americans. While Bush was sputtering some shit about "Oh, go out and buy a fucking car or something" I was asking myself "Why did this happen?"
I mean seriously, instead of asking Americans to learn about Islam and understand the reasons behind 9/11, he tells us to go and fucking buy stuff? I hope he doesn't view himself as a visionary - because he is definetly not.
That led me down my own path of introspection and research. I have read extensively on Islam and Muslims and Arabs living here in the United States.
I still don't know why 9/11 happened - but I do know that I am closer to the truth than I was 3 years ago.
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