“I walked down Dunbar Street in Vancouver which had a clear view of YVR. Planes were lined up on the runway in a way I’d never seen. I had been watching the news and took my then 11 year old son up to the bank to pull some money on the principle that cash was always good in a crisis.”
I was living in Vancouver on 9/11.
That morning I went to a hotel to pick up a business associate.
We had a meeting with some Air Canada people at the airport.
That was my introduction to Islam.
Everything since has reinforced that first impression.