Eid Mubarak
Peace: a word from a Merciful Lord. (Ya-seen, 58)
Nurul Huq Miah and Shaqila Yasmin probably had an ordinary morning, commuting from Brooklyn to downtown Manhattan. They probably had meetings and deadlines. They probably had dinner invitations in the evening. They probably talked with folks the previous night. They were a young couple, maybe they were planning on a trip, to elsewhere in the States, or perhaps a trip home. We don’t know. But we do know that they will never call home, or go to another dinner, or commute to work, or sit in a meeting. They, with about 3,000 others, perished that September morning.
Salahuddin Chowdhury usually worked evening shifts, but he was at work that morning so that he could take his pregnant wife to the hospital that evening. Salman Hamdani, a medical student and police cadet, wasn’t in the towers. But he rushed there like many other to help. He perished, but the FBI harrassed his family until his body was discovered in the rubble.
So this day no soul shall be dealt with unjustly in the least; and you shall not be rewarded aught but that which you did. (Yaseen, 54)
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