My Last Words to MOM from WTC



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My Last Words to 'MOM'
from WTC

My Mom,
Death is hunting me
In the deepest dark of Burning WTC
Come and take me out
Lest you will lose me forever

Scattered dead bodies
Stinking smell of burned flesh
Unbearable heat
These are my companions here

Thirsty I am,
Give me a drop of water
My eyes, throat and brain are heating
And I'm breathing the dust

Obviously the death will defeat me
Because I lost my hands, legs and energy
Don't cry my sweet Mom
I will smile for you here
And I will pray for the people of United States
Only I need is a Red Rose on my dead body;
if it remains.

– Feroz Jaffer
September 30, 2001

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