The Memory of September 11, 2001
Was at work in the middle of the desert
A nicely built clinic in the center of the Arab community.
Was wondering where’s everyone
So quiet… then a thunderous uproar..
People were joyous, I can’t hardly hear the mumbles…
But their face conveys the message
Of their true heart and self.
Everyone’s face directed to the television attached to the wall.
Realization came slowly…
Shocked with disbelief, tears flowing from my eyes.
The dark smoke rose into the sky
as the twin tower crumbles to the ground
people running everywhere….the cry of chaos…the cry for help…
I closed the door and said my prayers…
Went home quiet …never spoke a word
Because I’m not sure who is a friend
Without a doubt will stand by me…. till the end!
S A J E R O S A