The attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon on Sept. 11, 2001 shaped the world a generation of Americans have grown up in. Here, we tell some of their stories, in the hopes of embodying both the remembrance of the day and the paths we have taken since.
_From the readers: How has 9/11 defined a generation?_
O! say can you see by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
How easy it is for things to fall apart, to succumb to chaos. As I looked around my third grade class, all I saw was confusion. We did not understand. All we could gather was the fear in the faces of our teachers, parents, news reporters – and this is what we could trust. As we saw the fall of the towers played over and over again, we learned to hate and fear those bearded men who dared cause such devastation. And we also learned that the only way to defend our country against such evil people was to wage war on our attackers. The war on terrorism had begun.
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Every time I'm in a high-rise building, in an airport and especially on an airplane, I think about the horrific tragedy of Sept. 11, 2001.
For the past decade, every time I have been in the public sphere when the horrendous event of 9/11 was brought to topic, I have found myself the center of stares, disapproving looks, and waited upon for an apology or some explanation of what happened that day.
I am an American Muslim woman; I was born and raised in California, I'm a passionate advocate for social justice, I wear the hijab (head covering), I live and love being an American Muslim. Read more ...
Maryam Amirebrahimi, graduate student in education