"All I Ever Needed to Know about Islam, I Learned on 9/11"

"All I Ever Needed to Know about Islam, I Learned on 9/11"

After those planes struck America on September 11th, 2001, many relatives of the victims roamed the smoking rubble and toxic air of Ground Zero in the vain hope of some word, any word, on their missing loved ones.

Few received any word.

By the very nature of their quest, all of those who posted notices on those dusty, dirt- encrusted doors and walls left standing in the vicinity of Ground Zero seeking information on fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters were emotionally moving but one was exceptionally so. A small boy carried a large sign asking, “Has Anyone Seen My Daddy?” with a photo of his dad attached.

It’s unlikely that anyone had seen the boy’s father.

It’s far more probable that he was one of those vaporized by the ferocity of the planes’ impacts, burned alive, crushed in the falling debris of two thousand-foot towers, or he was one of those many and still-uncounted who chose to escape the searing flames by a few moments of deadly exhilaration before they were literally obliterated when their bodies smashed into the pavement.

Too graphic? Too Much Information? Well, too damned bad for any overly-sensitive psyches out there. 9/11 is what it is, was what it was, and to hide from its realities is both an act of pusillanimity and perilously un-American. . .
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