Dear Editor,
Maybe if one of our loved ones called us from a commercial airliner to tell us that the plane that they are in is about to be part of a mass terror plot and suicide mission then we would feel what the families of the deceased of the September 11 attacks felt, and undoubtedly still feel even today eight years later. I believe it would be a long time before wounds are closed for those who have lost someone dear that day. I heard it was a day like any other, but more particularly it was one of the loveliest days in terms of weather among other factors. Who would have known that the Devil was conspiring to bring about the worst form of hate human beings can execute upon others?
None of us, I am sure, has looked at life the same way after 9/11 took place. Many of us don’t even take a routine airplane trip lightly any more. We have seen how hate can manifest itself over time and fester to become men who kill in their God’s name. We have seen how men can turn on their fellow human beings, their mothers and fathers and sisters of humanity to carry out evil and twisted plots which end in extreme destruction and loss of life. Yes, hate of such magnitude exists in our world today. A hate which had transformed those men and twirled their sick minds into thinking that they were doing the will of God, even if that will involved tearing dozens of families apart and in the end killing over 3,000 people including themselves.
The mass murder plot was carefully crafted. Every ‘I’ was dotted and every ‘T’ crossed. No stone was left unturned. Governments, the police and airport officials were all made fools of on that day. Maybe the government of that day had enough intelligence to prevent such a disaster and has regretted not doing enough to prevent it, but maybe the agony and pain that they see on the victims’ families faces are enough to make them feel guilty for the rest of their lives.
Those involved in that satanic deed must have had no soul, no heart and iced water running through their veins. They existed for such purposes. It’s what they lived for.
Just imagine, the safest means of travel in our world turned very deadly that day eight years ago. It was an attack on the entire world and on humanity. May God grant the 3,017 souls eternal rest.
Many of the passengers of Flight 93 telephoned their loved ones. They all told their wives and mothers and children one thing: that they would not come home, that they would die, and that they loved them more than anything in this world. I can’t begin to fathom how hard that must have been for them to do.
Yours faithfully,
Leon J. Suseran
