11th September happens, I has outside the house biking when I see the kids happy and jumping around, I tried to understand what has happened but didn't really succeed at that until I went back home and saw my family in front of the TV watching the twin tours burn down, everybody seemed happy that the Americans finally got a taste of their own medicine, I was happy too since everybody considered it back then a muslim victory against the nonmuslims, but at the same I had mixed feelings about it knowing that there might be people like Jason and his family who has died in the attack.
The Imams used to pray against the Americans everyday, they managed to reason their way and connected the dots, claiming that this is all war on Islam and reminding us of what the Prophet did back in the days and the rewards we get if we do this and that.
I started to become more and more religious, my hate for nonmuslims grew specially for gays and jews, I started to support terrorist attacks, I looked up to Osama bin Laden (who my father worked with in KSA in a project to build extra toilets or something like that in Mecca before he became a terrorist), Al Zarqawi (fourth most wanted terrorist in Iraq, he was some what related my mothers family and I have been to his families house once), Hezbollah, and the religious political movements in the middle east.