Eight years after..

In remembrance of the victims of 9/11. The beginning of where i learned the word terrorism and been seeing it everywhere since. It was also where jihad, war, anger, lawlessness and evil came to live, not just merely in history textbooks where i used to learn. I still remembered tuning to CNN the moment the first plane hit the first tower. I was shocked. When the second place hit the other tower and it collapsed, my emotional stability collapsed with it. I was sad, confused and angry, not mentioning i was halfway around the globe from where it happened. What about those that were in the states, those that were at the scene and those that lost someone? I know i can never understand how they felt but i understand the grief of losing someone. The grief of losing someone to sickness, old aged or car accidents cannot be compared to the grief of those perished with the world trade centre. It's hard to find closure and move on from what happen. Questions of why anyone would carried out such mass killing of innocents lives still remain. All the anger and confusions were buried deep in the heart. Eight years after since the 9/11 incident, people all around the world are still recovering but we never forget the scenes of that very day.