September 26, 2001
"Kim Darling,
Thanks for indulging me in reading all my emails, hoaxes, forwarding of forwards, and things of a spiritual nature you've received from me since September 11..."
September 9, 2011
A new page of American history began that day when I wrote this email to my friend who was living in Milan Italy. In New York ,we kept telling ourselves that things are not what they used to . We'd say, "When things get back to normal." We've even tagged the enormous and insurmountable tragedy that occurred 9/11. A simple phrase that encompassed the enormity of our grief and incomprehension of what happened on that bright beautiful blue sky morning in New York City that immediae turned to hell and all its unimaginable darkness in less than five minutes, I think it was.
Three weeks later, I am down at the Frozen Zone on Greenwich Street in Tri-Beca. Two of my daughters are with me. We immediately became part of large crowd standing behind a police barricade and staring down six blocks to get a glimmer of the remains of the first tower of the WTC. In the waning light of the day, as the sun began to drop quickly out the sky, I managed to see a black smoking 'something', sticking up out the ground. It appeared to be not of this world., smouldering way down the street. It was an ominous sight. A foreboding one at that, resembling, what I imagined a meteor (or is it meteorite?) might look like had it crashed to Earth.
It was a scene out of Hell, or a Hollywood movie: "Blade Runner", came to my mind that evening. All the while no one spoke. We stood there in the fading day light, stunned. in silence being in the moment and the next one and the next.
Time, had given us permission to be witnesses to History.
Moi,
Mahmoudah
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