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I walk through the halls of my high school every September 11 dreading the words I hear, "Why Don't we ship them all back?". "Nuke the whole F******* Country!". My First week at a new school in 6th grade barely had the chance to make friends, I thought dad was going to work like any other day I left home not realizing how horrific my day would become. My second period class rolled around as I milled through the hall and sat in class when I hear my teacher say, "Anna is your father at work today?" My heart stopped dead I had no idea what was happening. My Father, a Pilot for American Airlines, was at work or so I thought, I couldn't remember if his car was still at home when I left. My Teacher wheeled in the TV and put it on. The Twin Towers were crumbling and it was an American Airlines plane that hit them. Next I heard the Pentagon had been hit by a plane. Something about United Airlines as well, my mother worked for them. I prayed harder than I had in my life for my fathers safety and that my mom didn't know anyone on the flight. My Father and Mother Knew all the crew on each flight, my father is now a bigot but my mom has forgiven the few so she will not bigot the many. I followed my mothers example.

If 9-11 hadn't happened we would not look at Muslims with fear or hatred. I admit I was angry with them but realized why hate a whole faith because of the few? America is about embracing your fellow man and there differences and understand one another no matter how odd they may seem. I Know that this coming from a 17 year old may not mean much but it hurts those directly effected by 9-11 when you all say "Why are you a Muslim lover?" or avoid us like the plague cause we found forgiveness in our hearts.

Finally I can wake up and not see his face with mine, I don't see that smirk on our faces or the joy in my eyes. I don't see the fun times we had or the piggy back rides. Laying on your bed talking, playing that stupid keyboard all night when we had sleep overs, the air mattress inflating and deflating. Finally I can say I am ok even though my heart still is broken I loved him like a bro and my trust shattered. But I think I am ok, I am at peace with my choice even though I still cry but whats it matter, I am happy my spark is back kinda. I guess things do happen for a reason, and I am ok with that

overly angry overy pissed off, peopel keep canceling plans on me, never goign through with plans.... jsut gonna crawl into my hole now...