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Like the assassinations of Preident Lincoln, President McKinley, President Kennedy, and the Israeli attack on USS Liberty - The real forces behind the tragic events in New York on September 11, 2001 – will never be exposed by Washington to its so-called ‘national security’ reason.

The ‘official story’ of 19-Arab terrorists hijacking four commercial aircrafts and bangging two of them into WTC; the third into the Pentagon, and the fouth being crashed onto ground – has been fully refuted by investigating reporters, engineers, eye-witnesses, security forces, and the so-called ‘conspiracy theorists’, some of whom claimed that WTC being (like the Jewish Wall Street) – the international financial centre – then none of the 4000 Jews working at WTC was among the approximate 3,000 people who died on September 11, 2001?

Personally, I feel that it’s waste of my time to dig into 9/11 mess to find out the real culprits – because the fact is that as the result of 9/11 – The Muslims became the Jews of the Europe in its Dark Age and Israel became the most trustworthy ally of the new Crusaders. The criminals have exonerated themselves via plying both ‘judges and the jury’ at the The 9/11 Commission charade. The Canadian Jewish academic, Henry Makow PhD, in an article titled The Jews \”Worst Enemy\” is Now Ours wrote: “The events of 9/11 were another pogrom aimed at the American people, designed to make them forsake their freedom and wage a phoney ‘war of terror’. Just as in the Holocaust, Illuminati Jews were probably part of 9/11. The Jews’ worst enemy is now all of ours”.

The 4,000 Israelis working at WTC were mourned in Israel on September 11, 2001 – Israeli daily, Yadiot Akhranot, reported that they all took day-off for some religious reason!

So why I am writing on this dead-end topic after eight years? Well, the truth is – the other day I happened to come across a story on ‘Beliefnet’, titled Waiting for the Tenth Man, written by Yitta Halberstam & Judith Leventhal. It was originally posted late 2002 – but then taken off the site. The story tells us how G-d of Talmud saved nine Jews being among the some 3000 Gentiles dead inside WTC on the morning of September 11, 2001. Anyone who is familiar with Piyyut (poem) on Chanukah ‘Maoz Tzur’ – would know how Jewish history is full of miracles – saving the chosen people from Egyptians, Persians, Chriatians and so. Without further delay – I present the 9/11 miracle below:

In a small, makeshift synagogue not far from the Twin Towers, Orthodox Jewish professionals regularly meet early each morning for daily prayer services. Usually there is no problem rounding up a minyan (quorum of ten men required to pray) and the cramped quarters often overflow with worshipers. But on the morning of September 11th, there was an uncommon dearth of available men. Perhaps they had decided to remain that morning at their resident shuls for the important selichos services that precede the High Holidays. Or, perhaps, they were participating in the shloshim (one month anniversary) memorial services for the Jews who had been killed in the Grand Canyon helicopter crash. Two hundred men who worked in the World Trade Center, were, in fact, late to work that morning because of their participation in the shloshim service. But whatever the reason, the congregants were faced with a problem: only nine men were present, and time was marching on. These were serious men, professionals, and all had to be at their desks at the World Trade Center well before 9:00 a.m.

“What should we do?” they asked each other, impatiently tapping their wrist watches, as they paced the floors. “This situation hasn’t happened in ages! Where is everybody?”

“I’m sure a tenth man will come along soon,” someone else soothed. “We have to be patient.”

The men waited, restless and tense. Some of them were already running late. Finally, when they had all but given up and were going to resort to individual prayer (instead of the preferred communal one), an old man whom nobody had ever seen before shuffled in the door.

“Did you daven (pray) yet?” he asked, looking at he group.

“No, sir!” one shouted jubilantly. “We’ve been waiting for you!”

“Wonderful,” the elderly man responded. “I have to say kaddish (a special prayer recited on the yahrzeit, the anniversary of a close family member’s death) for my father and I have to daven before the omed (lead the prayer services). I’m so glad that you didn’t start yet.”

Under normal circumstances, the men would have asked the gentleman polite questions: what was his name, where was he from, how did he come to their obscure shul? By now, however, they were frantic to start and decided to bypass protocol. They hastily handed the man a siddur (prayer book), hoping he would prove himself to be the Speedy Gonzales of daveners (prayers). The old man proved to be anything but.

He seemed to rifle the pages of the siddur in agonizingly slow motion. Indeed, every gesture and movement that the man made seemed deliberately unhurried, protracted, and prolonged. The worshipers were respectful but definitely on shpilkes (pins and needles) to get to work.

“Oy!” someone smacked his forehead in frustration. “Are we going to be late!”

That’s when they heard the first explosion: the horrible blast that would forever shake their souls. They ran outside and saw the smoke, the chaos, the screaming crowds, the apocalypse that lay before them.

It should have been us. After the initial shock and horror, consciousness dawned on them quickly. They realized they had been rescued from the jaws of death. Each and every one of them worked in the Twin Towers. Each and every one of them was supposed to be there before nine. Had it not been for the elderly man and his slow-motion schacharis (morning services), they probably would have been killed.

They turned to thank him, this mystery man who had saved their lives. They wanted to hug him in effusive gratitude and find out his name and where he had come from on that fateful morning.

But they’ll never know the answers to these questions that nag at them to this day-when they turned around to embrace him, the man was gone, his identity forever a mystery.

9/11: Waiting for the tenth Man | Rehmat's World