Two missiles fired at our hujra
we didn’t hear the missile and then it was there
when I gained consciousness,
there was a bandage on my eye.
I didn’t know what happened
I could only see from one.
When you start to think about the numbers
it doesn’t seem possible I’m alive.
When we got hit
my father’s body was scattered.
I am not able to walk anymore.
I felt the walls next to me crack and buckle on top of me.
Someone surfed the collapse and lived.
All I remember is a blast,
and I saw fire
before I lost consciousness.
The driver and I lost our legs.
You’re alive. What bad days do you have?
Everyone else feels like 9/11 was a long time ago.
I still feel like we are stuck on September 12, not really able to move beyond it.
There were lots of drones wandering over that day.
They were wandering all over.
No one realizes about the wind.
I felt something in my heart.
I was drinking tea when I found out.
You feel like throwing everything away,
because you feel death—
the body was put into a box.
I took it to my village.
At the time of Fajr, I took it to my home.
It was a combination
of me running
and getting blown down.
Every time they are in the air,
they can be heard.
We did not know that America existed.