Say not: There is no God but Allah!
For when those jets plunged into His back,
His Prophet, peace be upon Him,
wept over you and held out His arms to receive you.
Go to Him, children, go to Him,
but without negation: He is God!

Do not suggest that the attacks of 9/11/2001 had a religious motive. That day was a heinous act of betrayal of the true, peace-loving heart of Islam by a band of despicable, evil people whose ego-driven lust of power—and whose use of terror on unsuspecting civilian innocents—was outside all bounds of decency and moral rectitude.

The line There is no God but Allah is called the Shahada, the Islamic creed declaring belief in the oneness of God and the acceptance of Muhammad as God’s prophet. It is the basic statement made to embrace Islam as a religion.

Thank you for reading 9/11/2001. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.

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2 responses to “9/11/2001

  1. My sister is having a problem leaving a message and asked me to post this for her:

    If I loved “Victims” I am beyond in love with your “9/11/2001” poem. In fact I printed this one also and I placed it in my prayer book.

    John, I found your poem very touching and unfortunately too true…. it is the event that is burned into our mind, not the name(s) of the individuals who perished that fateful day.

    I find that as time goes by and I think about ‘that day’ my mind goes to the “happy” moments of that day – the caring and hospitality of the community of Gander, Newfoundland who housed all of the international travelers stranded at their airport when all the flights were grounded; the kindness of a neighbors who offered a generosity security blanket to those in need; the outpouring of help as strangers negotiated the logistic strategies to assist those who found themselves stranded in foreign towns, cities and countries. 9/11 was an act of supreme hate that came up against unmovable wall of human kindness and caring for others in a time of great need.

    • Thank you, dearest! And yes, the kindness of people all over the world on that awful, fateful day is something that we also must remember! We, I recall, were all together on a trip in Alberta and I still remember the wonderful lady who, a week later, offered us a place to stay in Calgary if Lyn and I were not able to get on a flight home.