On the morning of September 11, 2001, my two and half month old daughter and I were fast asleep. My husband, who had been awake for a while watching the news in another room, came and woke me up and asked me if I had any idea what was going on in the world? I asked him, “Why, what happened?” He then grabbed the tv remote to turn on the television saying that there had been a terrorist attack in NYC.
As the horrifying images flickered on the screen, I picked up my daughter and hugged her. So many questions ran through my mind. I was frightened! Was I awake, or was I still asleep? Please let this be a nightmare!
I was worried about all those that were in the WTC. I was worried there would be another terrorist attack. I was worried whether American muslims were going to be treated the same way they were treated after the Oklahoma bombing. And most of all, I was worried for my daughter. Not only because of more terrorists attacks, but because of what the future might hold for muslims living in America? This attack would be the most memorable moment for all Americans. It would stir up so many emotions: confusion, pain, anger and hatred. How would I protect her?
I finally thought about all those other mothers around the world and how they must feel – whose loved ones are victims of terrorism and war. Then I prayed to Allah(swt) to help me and give me strength. I prayed for the mothers that lost their loved ones in the WTC and I prayed for the mothers in Palestine and the mothers in Iraq.
I’m still praying. When will this nightmare come to an end?