I was awake at arount 5 am that morning feeling very uneasy — like something terrible was going to happen later that day. I tried to go back to sleep because my class starts at 8 o’clock. However, no matter how hard i tried, i coud not sleep and that feeling gets stronger and stronger only that i didn’t know what would happen.
I stayed at my bed when my brother rushed in at 7 am (about 10 in their time) and told me that America was under terrorist attack — two planes struck the world trade centre, one struck the pentagon and another crashed into some camp ground(i forgot where) when i turned on the news, the south tower was gone and the north tower was in flames. I watched the news until the north tower fell, then i went to school. it was a day i will never forget.