Hello, everybody! I'd like to bring you all a short, interesting tale of the day I was born.
I was born in the AUH hospital in Beirut, Lebanon on September 14th, 2001 at 5:30 in the morning. This was three days after the devastating event of 9/11. Here's something not many of you may know - I have a twin sister. When my mother had the hunch "our time had come", my father, my grandparents, my father's friends, and many other distant relatives and friends rushed over the hospital at 4 in the morning for the event. When it was confirmed that we were two baby girls, we were rushed to the incubators on a wheeled mattress immediately, as we were very small.
According to my parents, murmurs started becoming audible from other waiting patients when they saw us. My dad heard it all, as he, along with everybody else, was waiting outside the room at the time. People starting chit-chatting. "Interesting..." Later, people could hear whispers of, "Oh, they're twins?", and, "This could be a sign." Eventually, they spoke up and started to comfort my parents and my family with friendly smiles and statements of, "The twins towers that were brought down three days ago was sad," and, "Poor America," and, "It's like your twin girls are the rebirth of those buildings," and, "Allah bless your children". What got me was, "What a sign," and, "It's a foreigner... His wife is Lebanese, though," and, "This is a symbol of peace."
It brings a tear to the eye when I imagine that moment. It warms my heart, and I start to cry when I think of it. Little moments forgotten in time such as this are what fuel my faith in humanity and people of different background getting along. I decided to share this with you all, as I'm pretty sure most of you weren't there when it happened  .
NintendoFanKimmy, out. Hello, everybody! I'd like to bring you all a short, interesting tale of the day I was born.
I was born in the AUH hospital in Beirut, Lebanon on September 14th, 2001 at 5:30 in the morning. This was three days after the devastating event of 9/11. Here's something not many of you may know - I have a twin sister. When my mother had the hunch "our time had come", my father, my grandparents, my father's friends, and many other distant relatives and friends rushed over the hospital at 4 in the morning for the event. When it was confirmed that we were two baby girls, we were rushed to the incubators on a wheeled mattress immediately, as we were very small.
According to my parents, murmurs started becoming audible from other waiting patients when they saw us. My dad heard it all, as he, along with everybody else, was waiting outside the room at the time. People starting chit-chatting. "Interesting..." Later, people could hear whispers of, "Oh, they're twins?", and, "This could be a sign." Eventually, they spoke up and started to comfort my parents and my family with friendly smiles and statements of, "The twins towers that were brought down three days ago was sad," and, "Poor America," and, "It's like your twin girls are the rebirth of those buildings," and, "Allah bless your children". What got me was, "What a sign," and, "It's a foreigner... His wife is Lebanese, though," and, "This is a symbol of peace."
It brings a tear to the eye when I imagine that moment. It warms my heart, and I start to cry when I think of it. Little moments forgotten in time such as this are what fuel my faith in humanity and people of different background getting along. I decided to share this with you all, as I'm pretty sure most of you weren't there when it happened .
NintendoFanKimmy, out. |
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