Talibé - One Who Studies the Koran

Every night around 5 AM when the big 747s come in, I wake up in a sticky sweat. The neighborhood I live in is directly underneath the flight arrival and departure paths of all planes coming into Dakar. The roar of the airplanes can be heard dimly at first then grows louder and louder. If you're speaking with someone they raise their voice until the plane roars slowly overhead where they'll stop speaking and wait until it passes. It reminds me of the subways in New York, screeching around corners. More so, it reminds me of September 11th. When lying in my bed and the planes begin to arrive, I can't help but think that as these planes fly overhead that they're going to crash. Seven years later and that day still follows me.