Eight years ago today, I was in Mrs. Madison's class. It was just a normal day until I got home. My mom was watching the TV. It was then I learned that the world trade centers had fallen. I was young at the time, so I didn't really understand the magnitude of the situation. I remember that nine eleven was the headline of the news for weeks, even months. Even today, Americans still remember all to well what happened eight years ago today. Even twenty years from now Americans will still remember what happened that cursed day, and remembering who it was that was responsible for it.
The terrorists attacked America for one reason. Holy Jihad. In the Koran it says that if a Muslim dies killing a christian, or other religion that is not Muslim, they will automatically be able to go to heaven. I don't know why, but Muslims have always hated the west, and since we claim to be a christian nation, that made us the ultimate enemy to them.
I don't know anyone personally that was involved in 9/11, but our church had a gut that was on the 90th or so floor and escaped alive. His name was Sujo John. He said it had changed his life forever. He now is grateful for every day, even when things aren't going his way, and he appreciates the little time we have left on earth.
If I had to write a story about 9/11, I would use the view point of someone who had gotten out of the towers alive. I would tell people that it was by the grace of God that I was still alive. I would explain the terror that I had felt at the time, but maybe also a little by of sympathy for the terrosts in the planes, because now they are doomed eternally to hell.