My sense of utter devastation is two-fold
September 10, 2003
to iranian.com on September 19, 2001, days after the 9/11
tragedy. It is being published for the first time.
As the shock wears down on such a catastrophic
occurrence, I am filled with anguish. So many lives
are lost... so many families torn apart. The pain in my
heart deepens because I look further into the horizon
and see an even darker picture. This is not something
that will go away tomorrow. This tragedy of all
tragedies can never be forgotten. As I try to
understand the motives behind such a horrendous act
against humanity, I am overcome with even more sorrow.
These madmen, criminals against the human race, are
not here to pick up the pieces of what they have
shattered. They are not here to see what a furious
tornado they have unleashed. They have wreaked havoc,
destroying so much. And, here we are; left to clean,
to make amends, to right the wrong, to purify the evil
that they have poured into our world.
Iranian-Americans are feeling the agony and sheer
grief for all the people who have died. These people
could have been family members, friends,
acquaintances, or even strangers. Yet, their absence
is vividly felt in the heart of every one of us.
However, not only are we consumed by this tremendous
loss, but we are also faced with another horror: the
blame and hatred of others.
I came to this country twenty years ago. During that
time, the hostage crisis was still fresh on the minds
of all Americans. I remember as a child, being warned
not say that I am Iranian, because people would think
the worst of me and my family, assimilating all of us
to savage terrorists.
Through the many years, my
family and I, along with every other Iranian living in
America, have strived and struggled through hard work,
perseverance, and dedication, to make a place for
ourselves in this country. We are now Americans, just
like all other immigrants who have come to this land,
throughout the centuries.
Yet, now I look around, and see that once again, we
are faced with the same prejudices and injustices
thrown at us because our ethnicity. We have worked so
hard. We have endured every ounce of sweat, tear, and
pain to become part of this united land. However, now,
our years of struggles appear to be for naught. We
are still not accepted as Americans.
My sense of utter devastation is two-fold. I grieve
for all the precious human lives lost because of this
monstrous tragedy. Yet, I also grieve for my fellow
Middle Eastern-Americans, (be they of Afghan,
Iranian, Palestinian, Egyptian, or other descent) who
are wrongly hated and discriminated against solely
because their heritage.
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