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Friends,

 

The below mail is worthreading at this time.

 

Regards / Mit freundlichen Gruessen

Vinodhini, J.

 

 

 

Anita Anandraj [aanita]

21 September 2001 10:25

Am I my brother's keeper?

 

 

> Hi!

> Almost all of us are too busy to stop for a moment. If

> you have some time to spare, please read this. Or

> else, read it when you take your next breather! I've

> put together some bits of an email from a Muslim

> friend who survived the WTC attacks and Max Lucado's

> illustration in his book " The Applause of Heaven " . I

> hope this helps as we try to make sense of what's

> going on around us.

>

>

> Anita Jeyachandran

> a_jeyachandran

> ------------------

>

> " The wound is fresh. Part of us is broken. Part of us

> is bitter. Part of us wants to cry and part of us

> wants

> to fight. "

>

> 1. Enemies become brothers.

>

> My name is Usman Farman. Until September 10th 2001, I

> used to work at the World Trade Center in building #7.

> I'd like to share with you what I went through that

> awful day, with the hopes that we can all stay strong

> together; through this tragedy of yet untold

> proportions. I'll spare some gruesome details of what

> I saw, those are things that no one should ever have

> to see.

>

> Apparently, I was the one of the last to leave my

> building. When I evacuated, there was no panic. People

> were calm and helping each other. Whoever survived did

> so because 1000 people formed a human chain to find

> their way out of the smoke. Everyone was a hero that

> day.

>

> We were evacuated to the north side of the building 7.

> Still only 1 block from the towers. The security

> people told us to go north and not to look back. 5

> city blocks later, we saw in shock as the first tower

> collapsed. No one could believe it was happening, it

> is still all too surreal to imagine. The next thing I

> remember is that a dark cloud of glass and debris

> about 50 stories high came tumbling towards us. I ran

> as fast as I could. I didn't realise until yesterday

> that the reason I'm still feeling so sore was that I

> fell down trying to get away. What happened next is

> why I'm writing this.

>

> I was on my back, facing this massive cloud that was

> approaching, it must have been 600 feet off,

> everything was already dark. I normally wear a pendant

> around my neck, inscribed with an Arabic prayer for

> safety, similar to the cross. A hesidic Jewish man

> came up to me and held the pendant in his hand, and

> looked at it. He read the Arabic out loud for a

> second. What he said next, I will never forget. With a

> deep Brooklyn accent he said, " Brother, if you don't

> mind, there's a cloud of glass coming at us, grab my

> hand, let's get the hell out of here " . He helped me

> stand up and we ran for what seemed forever. He was

> the last person I would ever have thought, who would

> help me. If it weren't for him, I probably would have

> been engulfed in shattered glass and debris.

>

> Help came from the least expected place, and goes only

> to show, that we are all in this together. The next

> time you feel angry about this and want to retaliate

> in your own way, please remember these words:

> " Brother, if you don't mind, there's a cloud of glass

> coming at us, grab my hand, lets get the hell out of

> here "

>

> 2. Brothers become enemies

>

> Max Lucado, in his book " The Applause of Heaven "

> writes about two brothers who became enemies.

>

> Daniel, one of Lucado's Brazilian friends was at war

> with his brother. His brother had betrayed him and

> Daniel threatened his brother that he would break his

> neck the next time he sees him. But Daniel was not the

> same guy when he met his brother again. He was a

> Christian now. But his fists did clench when he saw

> his brother.

> " But as I looked into his face, I saw the image of my

> father. I saw my father's eyes. And as I saw my father

> in his face, my enemy became my brother " .

> Lucado writes: " Daniel's words are worth repeating:

> " When I saw the image of my father in his face, my

> enemy became my brother. "

>

> Seeing the father's image in the face of the enemy is

> painful and difficult during a crisis such as this.

> But it will allow the hurt in the heart to heal.

>

>

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