Happy Birthday Ameer

 

 

I looked into Ameer’s glistening brown eyes. He looked so vibrant and lively today. I knew why. Today was his birthday.

Ameer, my beloved twin brother, was sitting cross-legged on the floor. His lips were moving rapidly - he was saying dzikir with all of his heart. I sat in front of him and took his hands into mine. They were cold. As cold as rock on the bed of an icy river. Outside the building, deafening drones of passenger jets whooshed, sending fear up to my spine. Ameer looked up and smiled.

‘Why? Why is this happening?’ I asked, so sudden he was caught off guard.

‘Allah is testing us.’ He told me. Smokes begin to rise from the open windows. A dove miraculously, despite the heat, perched on the window sill of the room we were in. We both looked at it, and felt a sudden surge of tranquility in me. O Allah, you are the Most Merciful. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. Crackling sounds filled the room. Ameer wiped away my tears.

‘Amran, we had just called mom, right? Have you forgotten what she told us? Say Allah in your living and in your death. He will be right beside you.’

Screams and yells could be heard clearly on the outside of the room. Black smokes began to fill the room, seeping from beneath the closed door. Outside, the perching dove had just flown away, graceful as it always was.

The building trembled. A loud crumbling sound can be heard from above the ceiling.

‘Ameer, let’s go! Let’s jump off the ledge. I rather died that way.’ I exclaimed, pulling him towards the window. He just shook his head.

‘Amran, this is our nation. This is our America. We are born here. You want to die a coward??’ He held my shoulders tight and looked into my eyes.

‘I love you my brother. I do.’ I said faintly. He pulled me towards him, hugging me tight. I could hear his heart beating. Explosions boomed close just outside the door. The ominous crushing sound from above the ceiling was getting louder and closer.

Amran, I love you too. Happy birthday Amran.’ Ameer whispered in my ears. I tightened my hug and closed my eyes. Darkness engulfed. It never felt this calm.

‘Happy birthday Ameer.’ I replied to him, before we both were burnt into pieces in the fire of love, our ashes dancing up into the sky.

9/11. The world will never forget this day.

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  • 1) You mean they died together during the event?

    Oke this is very sad. And it feels very near.

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    2) @uculer yes they did. They were fellow American and they died as a Muslim. :'

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