This is part 6 of a 6 part post. Click here for Part #1, Part #2, Part #3, Part #4, and Part #5. “You want me to go look for your brother?” Hassan said. Jamilah rolled her eyes. “You just got here, and now you want to get away? I won't ask any more ... Read More »
This is part 5 of a 6 part post. Click here for Part #1, Part #2, Part #3, and Part #4 Jamilah rode hard, her muscles straining as she climbed up Post Street. She dumped her bicycle in the living room and stood, breathing heavily. Her eyes roamed the apartment. Not finding ... Read More »
This is part 4 of a 6 part post. Click here for Part #1, Part #2, and Part #3 Jamilah had caught the mouth-watering scent of chicken and lentils, so she was not surprised when Layth announced that dinner was ready. When she walked into the living room wearing her dress and ... Read More »
As Jamilah rode, she thought about the deal. The Deal. She could hardly believe it had worked. It was like her own personal miracle. Was it possible that she would have found the bike anyway, without this bargain? Read More »
To read part #1, click here Muḥammad suggested they start by checking United Nations Plaza. A lot of bike thieves peddled their wares there, he explained. So Jamilah mounted Sandman's bike – her toes barely touched the ground – and they headed up Market Street together. “This bike's too tall ... Read More »
If Jamilah didn't get that bike back, she was done. What could she do? Go back home to the nowhere town of Madera and give up on her dream of going to law school? Spend her life making sandwiches in the family shop? Would her mother even take her back? ... Read More »
You can read the other parts of Pieces of a Dream here: Part #1 | Part #2 | Part #3 Louis and Kadija sat in the crowded waiting room at Highland Hospital. The room smelled faintly of bleach. It was packed with dozens of people suffering from minor injuries and illnesses. ... Read More »
You can read part one “Pieces of a Dream | Part 1: Cabbie” here And “Pieces of a Dream | Part 2: Pieces of a Dream” is here Louis woke with a start. The room was dark, and his cell phone was ringing. What time was it? Louis had been dreaming ... Read More »
You can read part one “Pieces of a Dream | Part 1: Cabbie” here That next Friday afternoon, Kadija called. Louis could not have been more surprised if she had leaped onto the roof of his cab and done a jig. “I'll be down in the doorway at 20 Jones,” ... Read More »
Louis wondered if the Muslim lady with the scarf would call for a ride that day. She’d called last Friday, and the Friday before. He’d picked her up on Market Street at Jones, in a seedy section of San Francisco’s Civic Center, just around the corner from where St. Boniface’s gave out food to the homeless... Read More »
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