An Arab American’s 9/11
By AHMED THARWAT
September 10, 2021 – 5:45 PM On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, I was starting my day slowly. I hadn’t even made it to the shower. My landline phone; the new message light was flashing, that is too early for that. I dialed *98, then listened to the frantic voice of my sister-in-law — “… I’m ok, I’m Ok” played it back a few times. I wasn’t sure what she meant. But I didn’t make much of the strange message; my sister-in-law sometimes known for eccentric outburses.
