On the morning of April 19th, 1995, Imad and Chasi drove to work at a shopping mall in

Oklahoma City.

Imad was the general manager of a buffet restaurant.

The first thing he did when he got in was count all the money they'd made the night before.

I was going to the bank to make a deposit as usual.

Part of the security procedure is to have one of the waitresses to watch me until I get

in my car.

Imad and his colleague looked out the window to make sure it was safe to take all that

cash outside.

As we are about to open the door to come outside to the street, that's when the explosion

happens.

And it rattled the restaurant.

It rattled the glass.

We were so scared that the waitress actually jumped almost on top of me because we thought

somebody was shooting at us trying to get the money.

But the moment I opened the door, when I saw the smoke in the sky, I said, that is a bomb.

That's a car bomb.

Imad had grown up in Lebanon in a family of Palestinian refugees.

As a child, he lived through a brutal civil war and survived a civilian massacre in his

refugee camp.

You know, when we were little, we played, named the caliber of this bomb.

It sounds odd.

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