The Boston Marathon, a worldwide event in the heart of my city. This time is supposed to be a time of joy and peace, but tragedy struck at the 117th Boston Marathon on Monday April fifteenth. Two Chechen brothers decided to make homemade bombs and blow them up to create chaos and do what they allegedly argued to ‘defend’ Islam. In this moment terror struck the city and reminded us that the world is still not at peace.
The two brothers, Dzhokhar and Tamerlan Tsarnaev both from Chechnya in Russia were the two bombers behind it all. The two bombers went in as regular people that looked like they went to watch the Boston Marathon; little did people know that they were executing a terrorist attack. From my personal stand point, I was supposed to go into the Boston Marathon. My mother had told me that we were going to be right near where the bomb had gone off on Boylston Street. We would have gone down there because my mom used to work at the Lennox Hotel, but she said that we should just sleep in and have a chill day. Luckily she agreed to this or I might have been inside of that chaos.
