September, 11th has always been the special day for me. It is the day when my mom was born. It had become a family tradition to invite relatives and friends to our home on that day, cook and serve all kinds of delicious food and entertain the guests. We never miss any of her birthdays. These rare hours of reunification of the family give us energy for the whole year to resist the problems of …showed first 75 words of 616 total…

…showed last 75 words of 616 total…our minds. We were shocked by the brutality and inhumanity of the people who had planned and performed these awful terror acts. My mom was the first to break the silence. She was crying but still could speak quit clearly to make us understand that the party was over. It was time to pray for the innocent victims, their families and friends suffering from the groundless deeds of someone who could hardly be called human.