The morning after…

A Day of Tragedy
When I got up this morning, I wanted to believe yesterday’s happening was a nightmare. But when I turned on the TV the news was still going on. What a horrendous affair it is. It is beyond human expectation. I can’t believe such people exist; they cause terrible tragedy.

When I think of the innocent people involved I am very sad. They felt fear and were suffering. Nobody could help. I’m so sorry. There are so many victims. Around victims, many times that number of families and friends. One day changed everyone’s life.Enormous numbers of people will need mental care. Not only victims, but also ordinary people in the US won’t keep their usual peaceful life. I’m afraid of the future. U.S. has been number one, its authority and dignity was destroyed so I feel the U.S. is likely to take revenge. I only hope another war won’t happen. Miyuki M.(Japan)

I feel so sad and my heart cries about ordinary people.
Many children will wait for their mother and father, but will never see them.
Never will mother kiss her baby.
This is a national mourning.
This is a world mourning.
This is a mourning for each of us.
All people woke up on a day of tragedy,
said good morning, but no one supposed
what the sunrise would bring.
The city under horror.
The city under smoke.
The city under a stream of fear and vulnerability.
All the world quaked from this tragedy.
All the world is in shock.
It is a terrible real-life movie
Who is the film director?
But American people have hope in their hearts.
They must be strong and have faith for the future.
God bless America.
Svetlana K. (Russia)

Day of Surprise
It seems to be a normal day for everybody; a day of routine. People going to work, traders making deals, air traffic running normal, but surprise. At 8:45 a plane crashes into one of the Twin Towers in Manhattan. What seems to be at the beginning an accident turns out to be a terrorist attack. A few minutes after another plane crashes into the second tower. Then the  horror begins. People running in different directions for their lives. Journalists covering the scene. But yesterday something really shocked me. I saw people jumping out of the windows. Then I stopped and thought what was going through their minds? How was their state of mind? And I thought did they have to choose how to die: jumping out of the window or letting the flames reduce you to ashes?  Jiovanny (Ecuador)