When 9/11 happened, I was in the fifth grade. I was ten. I didn’t understand the weight of it. I only knew it was horrible.
For the next 13 years of my life, I would watch the aftermath and try to understand what happened. Throughout my teens, I would cringe at the report of any other threat, and as a Muslim-American say to myself, “Please, don’t let it be a Muslim. Please, not again. Please, not in the name of my religion.”
Later, as a young adult, while my head focused on reciting the names of all …read more
Source: World News