by Lina N., Age 12 , Grade 7, Susan B. Anthony Middle School, Revere, MASSACHUSETTS USA
Teacher: Ben Adelman
By: Lina Navarro
Topic: 911 - Historical Fiction/Realistic Fiction
- Each diary entry is her re-telling what happened in her day, except towards the end, once the main event happens.
Raja is the main character (terrorist’s daughter).
Some of the exact times are the actual times when specific parts in the terrorist attack happened.
Raja has mental disorders, which affect her
This story is Raja’s diary, and what she would’ve written as her dad planned 911, actually did it, and what happens at the end
September 1st, 1999 - 9:36 P.M
Today is the average Saturday night for most people. You know, going out, parties, sleepovers, and other things. On the other hand, I’m sitting near the window of my apartment, staring out to the hundreds and hundreds of buildings surrounding me.
My father was locked away, in his bedroom. Nothing new. You’re probably wondering where my mom is because this is a new diary, right? Long story short, she told me that she was going to visit an aunt of mine for a week but she still hasn’t come back. My father hasn’t ever really cared about me. Ever since my mother left, I’ve basically been on my own. My father doesn’t feed me, doesn’t bring me to school, and other things that my mother did for me. I still wonder why she left. (She obviously lied to me.) The only clue I have is a letter from my mother, telling me to watch out. I don’t know what it’s supposed to mean, but whatever. Another fishy thing that I’ve been thinking about, is that my father always talks to a bunch of men. They talk about secret things, that I’m not supposed to know about. After my mother left, he started doing these weird things, he never did when she was here. I hope the two things aren’t linked together.
September 8th, 1999 - 6:15 A.M
I’m getting ready for school, same routine as I’ve been doing my whole life. Around a few seconds though, I heard a loud noise coming from my father’s bedroom. I still have no idea what it was, but I’m definitely going to keep an eye out.
September 11, 1999 - 8:42 A.M
I’m sitting here, packing up my stuff in my backpack, right? I open up my binder and I see a letter. I just opened it up and I’m still really confused. Inside was a white sheet of paper, it read; “??????.” In Arabic, this means “hijacked.” The handwriting was very sharp, but tiny. I wasn’t sure if I should get rid of it or not. It’s weird to me, but to be honest, it’s probably someone trying to trip me out.
October 19, 1999 - 2:46 P.M
I just got home from school. I went to go tell my dad that I was home. He wasn’t there. Now, I’m just sitting here, wondering what my mother is doing right now. I really wish she was here. She actually cared about me.
On the other hand, I hope all of these weird things that happened a while ago stop and go away from my head. They’re only making me more worried.
December 24, 1999 - 4:56 P.M Right now is the ordinary Christmas Eve. Except for me, of course. I opened the mail a few minutes ago and I got another letter. It has my name on it and it’s supposedly from my mother. I slowly opened it up, as my heart raced, inside was a sheet of paper. As I opened it, I saw really long letter and it read:
“Dear, Raja, I miss you a lot. I know you’re probably confused and have a lot of questions on what’s been going on and why I left. I only have one thing to tell you. Please watch out and be careful. I will explain the rest in a couple of years. I’m sorry for leaving you, but it’s for my own good.”
I broke down in tears. What does this mean? What did I do? What is going on? I was so confused and all I wanted to do, was give my mother a hug and go live with someone that’ll actually care about me.
December 25, 1999 - 9:45 A.M
It’s now Christmas. I don’t celebrate it, but my father said we weren’t going to anytime soon. I asked my him why we don’t celebrate Christmas. All he told me was that he doesn’t like Americans and anything linked to them. I have no clue why he hates them, I think it’s kind of dumb in my opinion.
January 16, 2000 - 11:56 P.M
The past few months have been kind of normal. By that I mean that nothing weird has been happening. At Least until now. Yesterday, I found a model of two huge buildings with a few smaller ones, sitting on my father’s window. I looked closer, and studied the model. I saw something heart-dropping. I realized that there was a model plane crashed into it. I have no idea what it means, and now I’m filled with even more questions. Something fishy/weird hasn’t happened in awhile, but you know, my father is very weird and mysterious, so who knows what it means.
February 16, 2000 - 10:08 A.M
I forgot that I even had a diary because school has been taking up a lot of my time, but I found it, and I guess I’m going to write in here. I haven’t written in here for so long. Ever since I last wrote a diary entry, I finished Elementary school, and turned 11.
August 1, 2001 - 8:23 P.M
Oh, my, gosh. No way. My father just told me that he’s taking me on vacation to Boston, and then to Las Angeles! He also said that he’s going to take me to Disney too. I’m super excited and we leave next week. No school for 2 months!
August 8, 2001 4:53 A.M
I’m at the airport, bright and early. I feel extremely tired, but it’s going to be worth it. In Boston, we’re going to see a lot of cool things. I have no clue why my father wants to take me to random places all of a sudden, since he’s never really showed that he cares about me.
August 9, 2001 - 10:00 A.M
Okay, so my father gave me a long speech on how he’s realized that him and I should spend more time together. It was a really random speech, but I’m going to listen to him and enjoy this vacation.
September 11, 2001 - 8 A.M.
I have to say, Boston was super fun. To quickly recap, we saw a ton of museums, we went to a nice, indoor waterpark, and we stayed at a luxurious hotel. Now, we’re at the airport, waiting to go on the plane, I hope me and my father enjoy the second part of our trip as much as the first. I’ll keep writing in here as much as I can throughout the trip
(this part is written in another way because she wouldn’t be writing in here after it happened like the other parts, obviously.)
September 11, 2001 - It Happened.
I’m casually on the plane, bored out of my mind. We’re barely even into our flight but- I just saw a group of 3 men, headed towards the front of the plane. I’m so confused. I sit up to get a better view, towards the back, I see my father. What is he doing? What’s happening? I just stood up, I’m headed towards the front, where my father is. “What’s going on?” All he said was, “Raja, I’m sorry.” I’m really confused. I. All I hear right now are screams, cries, and things that-.. I think that our plane is about to crash…I..I don’t know what to do. I’m sitting here, hopeless and scared, but it all just hit me. All of those things my father has been doing, the model, meeting up with others, all of those things were leading up to this. This is my fault, I could’ve-...
Those were Raja’s last words. She was found under all of the smoke, rubble, and next to all of those innocent people, whose lives were taken by her father. During her last moments, Raja started to realize everything and knew that she could’ve stopped it. She really wanted to write more about what she realized, but it was too late. Her final thoughts consisted of things like “I could’ve stopped this if I paid more attention”,
“I wish I could’ve realized that all of these little clues would lead up to something”, and “I should've told someone.” When her diary was found and read, people realized that even the smallest things could lead to something devastating.Her mother eventually found out, and never forgave Raja’s father.
9-11 really shaped the world. Not just in one, but multiple ways. Even just the tiny things can lead up to something big.