It was a cold September morning, it could have been like any other day, but fate had determined it to be nothing of the kind.
An American Airlines flight was high in the air as families and businessmen sat aboard, unaware of the impending tragedy.
A large German-accented African-American independent woman who didn't need no man was sitting not far from the pilot doors. In her hands was a boxcutter knife, sharpened earlier that morning. She stared with intense concentration at the pilot doors, mentally preparing her for the impending event.
In one fluid motion, she unbuckled her seatbelt and ran at the doors, opening them to reveal the two pilots in the cabin.
"PEPAHU AKBAR" she yelled seconds before slitting the pilots' throats with the boxcutter.
She pushed aside the pilot and took the wheel. She turned the plane around in seconds.
She was heading straight for the United States of America's biggest idol of capitalism;
The Twin Towers.
First, she heard the passengers murmur, but murmurs soon turned to screams as they got closer to the north tower.
Every second it got closer and closer.
Eventually,
KABLAAM
The plane collided into the tower, sending a fireball high into the air, cascading upwards in its ever-increasing inferno.
In amongst the fire and the dust, message could be seen, written in debris on the ash-colored ground;
Pepa Did 9/11