By Rayyan Al-Shawaf
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Excerpted from the first chapter of “When All Else Fails,” Copyright 2019, Rayyan Al-Shawaf. Published by Interlink Books on April 23, 2019. This excerpt is reproduced with the permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.
On the morning of September 12th, 2001, I set off by car from northeast Orlando, where I lived, for Winter Park, a suburb to the west, convinced I had to see Hashem—though I wasn’t sure why.
It had found me. The mini-Moloch that used to chase me around Lebanon had followed me to the States, except now it was all grown up and really pissed. How could this happen?
One minute, you’re taking a leak, your tendency toward idle contemplation in such instances leading you to ponder why James Earl Jones’s baritone voice is so often described as “commanding.” And the next minute, you’re sitting in front of the television watching CNN. Not because of James Earl Jones’s commanding way of saying “This…is CNN,” but because, while flipping through the channels, you come across a vaguely familiar high-rise building with a large hole in it, from which smoke is billowing.
I knew it was an attack as soon as I saw that building, despite the fact that…