It’s Sunday morning. A blanket of soft woolen snow covers the backyard. A gang of different kinds of birds, careless about the January chill of this southern Michigan suburb, noisily playing F16’s dogfight in front of the foggy windowpanes.

These little creatures must have also been affected by the 911 syndrome!

But, blame them not. The world seems like a completely different one ever since that ugly morning. No matter what I do, the tender plants in the living room have stopped growing and new buds shrink and die for no reason at all, as if they are on a suicidal mission.

What happened to us? The tragedy was horrendous, but the more we recreate it and tightly imprison our souls within its webs the gloomier and acidic our lives would become. Isn’t that exactly what the perpetrators sought after all?

What’s even more alarming and dangerous is that, instead of opening our eyes to what’s going on in the world, in the aftermath of the attacks on America, we’re completely shutting them closed. 

We no longer want to see the poor, the sick and the oppressed. We don’t want to feel anything toward anyone. We want to be numbed, shutting down all our senses. This is not neo-Isolationism. This is a Societal Suicide Syndrome!

… And to add a bit of intoxication to our mood, while closing our eyes, let’s throw the dart and carpet bomb the next target…