That unforgettable morning, Sept. 11, 2001, I remember waking up to my alarm in my apartment.
I didn't have the buzz on that morning (which I normally do now), but I had the alarm set to a local radio music station.
Expecting to hear my usual routine of a morning song, I instead heard a panic-stricken D.J. talk about weaponized planes going in to buildings and people dying. I'm sure I must have heard that U.S. official confirmed that it was a terrorist attack on America.
Because I remember my first words. I whispered, "Oh God, it started."
What I meant by this is that the world was going to change at biblical proportions. As I didn't have TV in my apartment, I just listened to the radio.
I drove in to work to be with my classes that morning. I wanted to be of comfort to any way possible.
We prayed -- which is what we normally did every day -- but this time with greater fervor. The students were quiet. They asked me about God and Islam's role. I tried to comfort them with words of peace. We listened to the radio.
That was my 9/11 day: comforting students as needed and praying with them.
It's what I remember 10 years later. It's the same of what I hope to do now.
Comfort. Prayer.
Class dismissed.
I didn't have the buzz on that morning (which I normally do now), but I had the alarm set to a local radio music station.
Expecting to hear my usual routine of a morning song, I instead heard a panic-stricken D.J. talk about weaponized planes going in to buildings and people dying. I'm sure I must have heard that U.S. official confirmed that it was a terrorist attack on America.
Because I remember my first words. I whispered, "Oh God, it started."
What I meant by this is that the world was going to change at biblical proportions. As I didn't have TV in my apartment, I just listened to the radio.
I drove in to work to be with my classes that morning. I wanted to be of comfort to any way possible.
We prayed -- which is what we normally did every day -- but this time with greater fervor. The students were quiet. They asked me about God and Islam's role. I tried to comfort them with words of peace. We listened to the radio.
That was my 9/11 day: comforting students as needed and praying with them.
It's what I remember 10 years later. It's the same of what I hope to do now.
Comfort. Prayer.
Class dismissed.
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