

It’s been eight years since this act was committed by the Al-Qaeda. America was attacked but the world suffered the consequences. All others wept with the bereaved and shared in their grief. Days after the horrible event, the effects were more visible sending ripples through the world economy.
Fewer visas were of course issued. No one traveled unless it was a matter of life and death, at least not by air! Prices climbed higher and higher sparing no one it its way. After the wounded had wiped its tears they spat fire. The hunter was haunted from afar. And when all was done and clear, more harm had been created. Problems in Afghanistan and more trouble in Iraq. A useless quest for non-existing machines rumored to possess crippling capabilities. Days will go and others will come but no one will ever forget Nine-Eleven.
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