I left that morning to drop off my then 3 year-old daughter at preschool, which was a few blocks away.
I remember the weather was gorgeous, sunny and the air was clean and crisp.
There was so much commotion going on, sirens, people moving about quickly,
I turned my head to look downtown and I saw the first tower was already hit. I assumed it was an accident. I kept walking, pushing the stroller and I stopped on the corner of Hudson Street on the triangular median. All the traffic was stopped and people were outside their cars looking south at the towers. I lived in West Village at the time, where we had a direct view of the twin towers. Suddenly the second plane hit the south tower and I’ll never forget it. The massive fireball and the swoosh sound of an explosion far away. I nearly fell to my knees my daughter said, “mama, I want to go to school now.
Just three or four weeks prior, I took my daughter on a spontaneous trip to the top of the World Trade Center. I get chills everytime I think of that.
After several days of processing what had happened, I said to myself I’m not going to complain anymore and be grateful for all I have. And I kept that promise to this day.
Like many, I suffered PTS for several months afterwards. We can never forget. Life is short, be kind.
I photographed the Freedom Tower and superimposed, model Yazemeenah in the shot. :) Get her look by purchasing 2 Iris scarves, buy 1 get the other for 50%off. Use code Iris at checkout.
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