It was a normal Tuesday morning in September; the only thing unusual about it was that I had a horrible nightmare the night before. In my dreams I saw an airplane crash onto a building. After I took my shower, I went downstairs to have breakfast, and to beg my sister to cancel her planned trip to Mexico, on account of my dream. She dismissed my concern, convinced that I was jealous because I could not take a vacation at that time.
I got in my car. As usual, I turned on the Radio to listen to Rick Dees on my way to work. A few minutes later I had to pull off the road, my heart pounding as if it wanted to burst out of my chest and my eyes filled with tears as I heard the news: a plane had crashed on one of the towers of the World Trade Center in New York City. It was Tuesday, September 11, 2001.
I will never forget that day, not for as long as I live. Not only because of my terrifying premonition, but because that day marked perhaps the most horrific attack on American soil; 2,976 innocent people were murdered that morning. 2,605 in the towers and on the ground in New York City; 246 on the planes; 125 at the Pentagon, where only 55 of them were Military personnel. More than 90 countries lost people that day through the cowardly acts of 19 fanatic terrorists, all in the name of Allah.
My parents and I were living in Inglewood, CA, right under the path of incoming flights. The silence was eerie during the following days, as all flights were put on hold throughout the nation. I could not sleep. The image of my nightmare, along with the images of people jumping to their deaths from the towers dominated my mind as soon as I closed my eyes. A profound feeling of sadness and even guilt took over me. That's when my anxiety attacks started.
I did not lose any close friends or relatives on that unprovoked, dastardly terrorist attack; however my heart still mourns for the ones who perished and the people who loved them.
We all were attacked on September 11, 2001 by Muslim extremists in the name of Allah. It baffles me to hear that some people seem to have forgotten. Why would anyone condone the building of a mosque two blocks away from the place where so many were savagely slaughtered?
Let's go back to the time when Muhammad was alive. In the year 630, after the violent conquest of Mecca, Muhammad turned the Black Stone in Ka'aba, where ancient pagan Arabs used to worship into the Masjid-al-Haram, the supreme Islamic holy place.
Turning other people's holy grounds into mosques has been an Islamic symbol of conquest for hundreds of years. When Arabs invaded Syria they converted the Church of Saint John into the Umayyad mosque. The Al Aqsa mosque is built on Jerusalem's Temple Mount; the Dome of the Rock is built on the site of two biblical Jewish Temples.
And does anyone know or care where the $100 million to build the "Cordoba House" so close to Ground Zero is coming from? I'll give you one guessÔÇª.
In case you are wondering about the name given to this planned "center for tolerance" which is supposed to make its triumphant debut on the very anniversary of the 9/11 atrocity, it is a direct reference to the mosque of Cordoba in Spain, which had previously been the site of a Christian church dedicated to Saint Vincent. After Fernando III, King of Spain in the XII Century re-conquered Cordoba the place was turned back into a Christian sanctuary.
People say that Muslims have the right to worship and build their mosques anywhere they want in the USA. But just because they have the right to build it near Ground Zero does not make it right!
We also have the right to repudiate this blatant exhibition of conquest! You don't have to be directly related to the victims to be angry! Let them build their center somewhere else in New York. Show the world that we are tolerant, but not stupid.
If you have forgotten about what was done to us on September 11, 2001 in the name of Allah, please go back and watch the news reports; look at the pictures. See the devastation we all suffered and remember the billboards proclaiming "TOGETHER WE STAND!" Then write to your elected officials and remind them they work for us, and not for the sake of political correctness!
Edie J. Adler:
Edie J, author of "My Yiddishe Grandma" and regular contributor to LatinoLA is a public speaker and voice over artist. She and her husband Neal live in Valley Glen with their 5 dogs, 4 cats, 3 birds, 2 turtles, 2 frogs, and 1 small camel. Author's website Email the author