Just Stop.
Sick of the hate. So stop. Stop talking; turn off the media, listen to your real heart. We all sleep, eat, love, die in the end... regardless of holy books and borders.
Seared into my brain:
Burning paper falling down around me.
A huge hole in the window of the Chase on Church St.
Seat stuffing littering the street.
A cop, directing people and traffic, scared out of his mind.
Janna on the end of the line, the only person who got through on my cell phone.
Ami crying to see me.
The smoke reaching my apartment in Queens sometime during the night.
Airplane parts on top of the roof, seen from the 15th floor cafeteria @ 222 Broadway two weeks later.
Stop. You saw it on CNN. You don't know. Stop hating. I've lived the true horror of hate. Stop.