I suppose I thought I'd always live in NYC. It was where I wanted to be. I was living and working in Brooklyn ten years ago when Twin Towers were attacked. On that day, I remember walking out of the subway at the Court Street stop, and seeing hundreds of people standing still in the park, their eyes turned towards the smoke filling the sky from Manhattan.
"A plane..." someone said.
"A plane hit the Towers."
Today, ten years later, Jeff and I quietly remembered that day in brief snippets of conversation as we recalled how we watched the towers come crashing down on the tv, while simultaneously looking outside our friend's window and seeing it happen in real time. We remembered seeing people covered in ashes as they walked over the Brooklyn Bridge and made their way home.
I never imagined ten years later I would be so removed from the city. I don't know if our lives will ever bring us back there. But on this day, especially, I miss it.
So much.
More importantly, on this day, I remember what it feels like to be an American.
Ten years have passed since that defining day.
I wanted to share this song, "If this is Goodbye," by Mark Knopfler; and sung with Emmylou Harris.
Describing it in an interview, he remarked that the last phone calls of those trapped in the towers were "a triumph of love over hate."
My famous last words
Are laying around in tatters
Sounding absurd
Whatever I try
But I love you
And that's all that really matters
If this is goodbye
If this is goodbye
Your bright shining sun
Would light up the way before me
You were the one
Made me feel I could fly
And I love you
Whatever is waiting for me
If this is goodbye
If this is goodbye
Who knows how long we've got
Or what were made out of
Who knows if there's a plan or not
There is our love
I know there is our love
My famous last words
Could never tell the story
Spinning unheard
In the dark of the sky
But I love you
And this is our glory
If this is goodbye
If this is goodbye
5 comments:
Great post Sadaf. It's hard to believe that it's 10 years since that horrible event.
I remember calling Jeff and breathing a sigh of relief that he had not gone to work that morning.
His firm was in the financial district. I remember how everyone at work were in a state of shock and disbelief. I remember being amazed to find some pieces of slightly burned paper that had blown into my backyard, that were from the FBI office. I remember being glued to the TV for days. I remember feeling sick to my stomach watching the images.
This is the greatest country in the world and I too am proud to be an American. We will triumph over the evil beings out there who don't want us to exist!
It's the strangest feeling to realize that ten years have gone by. I can remember all of it.. walking out of the subway, the faces of the people all around, going into work and the panic that set in when we realized another plane hit.. and then another... into the Pentagon.
I'll never forget what it felt like that day.. or in the days that followed when suddenly American flags were flying all over the city.. which felt great. But also not so great sometimes. There was definitely anti-Muslim backlash, and I was on the tale end of some of those moments, which I'd rather forget.
But the the take away message for me was always one of love. Whether it was the people calling out to their loved ones from the Towers or Flight 93, or the phone calls we all made to our friends that day to make sure they were safe, or the love of duty and sacrifice that brought the first responders out... or the love that we, as Americans showed one another in the weeks that followed.
To me, that is a stronger force than the nihilism and death cult worship that drives these maniacs who seek to destroy us. Hate can only take you so far. Love can take you to the moon and beyond. Nothing can stop that.
I was in midtown. Couldn't get home but had one address of a friend in Manhattan.Only because she had just moved and I needed to send her a housewarming gift. Remember wrapped in blankets on the fire-escape watching huge vehicles heading to Ground Zero, and hundreds of out of town fire and cop cars with hokey logos so very welcome. I got home the next day to Northern Jersey. I got home through a series of path trains and a train through Newark where a bunch of fantastically -braided African American ladies decided to take this Irish lady under there wing. They cajoled and insisted in colorful language that bus drivers figure out a way to get me up to my town. And the drivers did. I was so relieved to be home and hugged my toddler tight.
Same toddler is bigger than me now the hooligan. I never took anything for granted really again. Husband is a fireman. It's a bizarre day for us every year. Grateful, fearful, sad etc.
I'm only in CT now. I job transferred out of my NYC job in 2002. I felt guilty leaving the city behind, isn't that something?
K - I know. I felt like I should be there somehow. Thanks for sharing your story.. wasn't it amazing the way people helped each other out in the days that followed?
I wonder when if it will ever stop being such a bizarre, strange, eerie day.
I think it will always be an eerie one. It's so emotionally loaded.
So many clients were at World Trade. It was so bizarre going through your "leads/calls" and seeing 2 WTC or 7 WTC and freezing. Alive, Dead? Bizarre.
I hug everyone tightly in this house.
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