The most patriotic act I have ever witnessed anyone perform was what my father did on 9/11.

Thousands of Afghans, including many of Yousafzai’s relatives, tried to flee Afghanistan in the last weeks of August, after the Taliban seized control amid the U.S. withdrawal. Millions more had already left over the past 20 years, their lives long ago upended by the war on terror.

There would be no quarter for America’s enemies, Bush vowed, and the campaign would be waged at home as well as abroad.

Ali-Reza Torabi was a sixth-grader in San Diego when two planes slammed into the twin towers in New York on Sept. 11, 2001.

Franklin Anchahua cleared thick layers of dust in offices, apartments and even in a chapel in lower Manhattan for weeks after the Sept. 11 attacks.

At 8:46 a.m. on Sept. 11, 2001, a plane crashed into the North Tower. All 79 people on the 107th floor died, including 72 staff members.

On a rainy day during her sophomore year of high school, as Aissata Ba studied in the library, a photo popped into her phone.