Well today is the 10th anniversary of the incident. I still remember that day when it happened. I was at home watching TV with my little sis and big bro in our old home.

Suddenly, TV programs stopped and turned into the scene of WTC being hit by a plane. It was unbelievable, and I was not sure what happened but the next day it was very clear.

Well living in a country with 90% Muslim and the country with the largest number of Muslims in the world, this was a very shocking event. After all, we have so many muslim friends.

Well that did not change life in Indonesia until the next year when the Bali bombing came. Suddenly suspicion is everywhere, posters of wanted man in every lamp post.

But of course, life goes on, and at work we joked about that distant friend/relative who became an extremist, living in the jungle of Kalimantan/Borneo.

It may be in Bali, New York, London but terrorism is evil, and one way to stop it is to have equal education for all. Part of the reason why I want to teach? maybe.

But 9/11 has many personal meaning to me:
1) That was the year I came to SG with 50 other wonderful friends
2) 9/11 was the day I got married in the church after 8 years of relationship with the husband

So it will always be a day to remember