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Remembering September 11th 2001

Watching 9/11: Inside the President's War Room on AppleTV was like opening a time capsule from the darkest day of my childhood. I was just eight years old, and I can still recall the chaos and confusion as I was rushed into the main hall of my school. There, we gathered in silence, eyes glued to the screen as the unthinkable unfolded. Planes hit the Twin Towers, and the world changed forever.

The documentary stirred emotions I hadn’t felt in years, emotions buried beneath the layers of time and the rush of life.

As I watched the events of that day play out once more, I was transported back to that innocent child, who couldn’t fully grasp the magnitude of what was happening but felt the fear and uncertainty in the air. The images on the screen were the same ones that haunted my young mind for years, images of destruction and despair, of lives lost and a nation under attack.

No matter how much time passes, we must never forget what happened on September 11, 2001. That day, the world stood still, and we all bore witness to a moment that would reshape our lives and our collective history. It was a day of unspeakable horror, but also one of extraordinary bravery and resilience. The firefighters who rushed into the burning buildings, the passengers who fought back on Flight 93, the countless heroes who emerged in the aftermath—these stories remind us of the incredible strength of the human spirit.

In the years since, there have been countless debates about who or how it started, but one thing is indisputable: September 11th changed America and the world forever. Our sense of security was shattered, our way of life irrevocably altered. The ripples of that day are still felt in the policies we live under, the wars fought in its name, and the scars it left on our collective psyche.

The innocence of my eight-year-old self was lost that day, replaced by a somber understanding that the world could be a dangerous place. Yet, amid the sorrow and the fear, there was also a profound sense of unity and resolve. Strangers comforted one another, communities came together, and a nation found strength in its darkest hour.

As I reflect on those memories, now with the perspective of an adult, I realise how crucial it is to keep them alive. To honour those who perished and those who survived, to teach future generations about the courage and resilience that emerged from the ashes. We owe it to the past and the future to remember September 11th not just as a day of tragedy, but as a testament to the enduring human spirit.

Nothing, and I mean nothing, was the same after September 11, 2001. The world we knew was gone, but in its place, we found a deeper sense of what it means to be human. To love, to grieve, to stand together in the face of unimaginable loss. As we move forward, let us carry these lessons with us, keeping the memory of that day alive in our hearts and minds.

May we never forget.