Sept 11, 2001: Islam’s Wake Up Call to America

I was pretty upset at my housemate. I looked at the bedside clock — it was barely 6 AM — and he was talking loudly to someone on the phone in the next room. Then he knocked on my bedroom door. “Wayne, what the hell’s the matter with you?” “Atanu, my mom called from the East coast. Come out and take a look at this,” he said. The TV was on in the living room. Evidently, one of the towers of the World Trade Center in NYC was on fire. It didn’t take long for the realization that it wasn’t just a fire. I stood there in my pajamas watching the drama unfold until I had to go to teach class at noon. I told the class that we will talk about something more important than indifference curves and utility maximization. I knew it in my bones that things had changed.
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