By the time Dad got home, two ambulances had gone by and two police officers were sitting with me as I stared out the door at all the commotion. A detective arrived just before dad and they talked outside for a few minutes before coming in. Dad hugged me. "Are you okay, son?" "I'm fine, dad. Mom … Continue reading They what?!
Defend yourself
We’re in high school now – going to Northern High. I haven’t heard from my special friend since that night he told me about the gifts. I kind of expected to hear from him before now, and honestly wondered if the psychologist was right. Maybe I’ve been falling asleep and not realizing I was asleep. That … Continue reading Defend yourself
You can call me ‘friend’
Mom insisted, so Duke ran all the test they had to make sure I didn’t have anything out of the ordinary. They took many vials of blood. I peed in a cup. They did x-rays and put me in an MRI machine. For that one, I had to be really still. It was very cool! … Continue reading You can call me ‘friend’
I’m not Superman
I told mom when I got home. She looked at me, squinted, and asked, “Are you sure you’re not exaggerating, ‘Ziah? You’re just full of surprises these days, aren’t you?” I said, “You’ll see, mom. Wait until you see the stop sign.” Dad came home later than usual that evening. He's a police officer. He had gone straight … Continue reading I’m not Superman
My best friends
There are only two friends that I ever told about the meteorite, so they are the only ones I decided to tell about that night. Mo said, “First Allah sends you a black stone, and now he speaks to you? Do you know how many people Allah has spoken to directly? Three; in all of … Continue reading My best friends
How embarassing?
How embarrassing was that? My dad took me to the doctor a few days later and I checked out fine, except for elevated levels of something called Vanadium. Huh? The levels were not toxic though, so – no worries. I hadn’t told anyone what I experienced until we were on our way home from the … Continue reading How embarassing?
Oh what a night
So I prayed about it all those years. All of them prayed, and even my friend Mohammed (he is Muslim) says he’s been praying for me. Mo’ said, “It is like the Black Stone in the Kaaba, which fell from the heavens to guide Adam and Eve to build an altar to Allah. “ With all of … Continue reading Oh what a night
Five years later
It’s been five years… seems like just yesterday. I go to Carrington Middle now, and at the moment I’m riding in the car with mom and dad, coming back from church. My mom is Baptist, and my dad is Jewish, so it makes for interesting weekends. We have Shabbat dinner Friday nights, and we do … Continue reading Five years later
Good ole Easley
We’re here! Good ole Easley Elementary School. We have the best playground! It’s huge, with trees around it. We have monkey bars and stuff like that on the right side down the hill, and an open space to play on the left side of the hill. That’s where we play Frisbee and have our races. … Continue reading Good ole Easley
On the bus again
I’m on the school bus again, but I don’t mind. I love school, learning, and being a nerd. Some of my classmates make fun of me, but I don’t care. I used to get bullied because of my glasses, but now they know better than to mess with me, because I’ve been taking karate classes … Continue reading On the bus again
JET (The Hero) 