The Saddest Day of September

Today is the saddest day of September... to commemorate the horrible attack on America, the serenity in the untroubled sky reflects the calmness of that memory not yet laid to rest by us, who are still writing a memoir; flowers and prayers are the sublimest ways of comfort that give us a sense of sought consolation...while bagpipes play the beautiful hymns of America! These devastated hearts silently shed tears... like a torrential rain, waiting for a rainbow to appear and release the intensity of our pain to the bright and wonderful colors of hope, the promising colors after a sudden transformation, which gave a new meaning to determination: to turn a tragedy into triumph and losses of lives into a monument outlasting time itself... to gleem over our sadness when they pierce like swords! Today is the saddest day of September, remembering the infamy of the vicious enemies, who themselves perished amid concrete and steel for having believed in a mortal, deceitful creed; revenge,not compassion ran into their vile blood... what kind of reward will they received from their god, if they never had love for Mankind or themselves? The fury they inflicted upon us,sparked in us extraordinary acts of kindness towards our kindred...unable to ascape from that fiery hell!