Let Them Ride Lions!


The worst thing in life is having parents that always stand against you and never with you. They discourage you, instill fear in you, hold you back, push you down and never encourage you to fly forward. When I have kids, they’ll already be born with propellers with added wings. Even if one tells me they want to go learn how to ride lions in Africa, if their heart is driving that desire, I’d say “DO IT“.

If we throw blankets over our children’s dreams, we darken their world and extinguish their desire to live. I’d rather my kid die with a wild fire in his/her heart than with a malfunctioning or drained out fuse. Always allow your kids to keep humming with dreams and ideas that fuel their passions. Never tell them something is impossible. If you have a really strong determined kid, they’ll go out there killing themselves trying to do the unachievable just to prove you wrong. And if you have a weak kid, they’ll give up on life and settle for bagging Cokes and potato chips at your local grocery store.
By  Suzy Kassem

Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Divine Timing by Suzy Kassem


Everyone in the universe has their divine time when things are supposed to happen to them — when they were written by the cosmic hand to happen. Believe it. Love, success, and true friendships have already been written for you to happen at specific times in your life. This is all part of the cosmic order of the universe.

When we force any of the above to happen before they happen, we get undesirable results. Never think that the talents you have now will be the only talents you will have. Never think that the friends and love you have now, will be the only friends and love you will ever have in your life. If your friendships happened spontaneously, then they were meant to be. If you went after love or certain friendships, then they were not mean to be. Study your life history and you will see what I mean. When we allow things to happen freely and events to hit us spontaneously, then we will be happy with the results, rather than when we actively seek out events to happen.

You do not choose your career, it picks you. You do not pick your significant others, the universe picks them for you. The best way to live life is to live it without any resistance or expectations of how you imagine things should be, and to just flow with the way of the universe. Only then, will you live a happy, satisfying life. Be patient and you will be rewarded with happiness. Never be anxious or force things to happen, you will only be unhappy with ALL that you forced to BE.

Dormant special talents and gifts you have within you, but still may be unaware of, may come into fruition later on in your life when you least expect it. You may be trying all your life to become an established artist, but then happen to become something entirely different like an astronomer in the end. We don’t know what was written for us until we submit to all that could be. Be open to all things in life. Keep your doors and hearts open for experiences that will reveal to you who you were meant to be, and be ready for them to happen when they were meant to happen.

By Suzy Kassem

Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved.

How to Treat a Woman and Keep Her


1) Never take a woman for granted or neglect her. The moment you do, she’ll start scanning the field and you won’t know it.

2) Do not cheat on her, or cheat her. A woman’s revenge could be emotionally lethal.

3)Do not boss her around, push her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, or force her to give you ANYTHING.

4) Do not expect her to wait on you hand and foot. She will take your foot and put it in your hand.

5) Be appreciative for all she does for you and show her appreciation for being in YOUR life. When you start acting like she should be happy she is in YOUR life, she will go out to prove you otherwise.

6) Never lay a hand on her, unless it is to caress her.

7) Never make her second to anything. This is the biggest mistake any man can do.

8) Don’t ever disrespect her or her family, even if she complains about them. It is OK for her to do it, but never for you. Remember this.

9) Always GIVE more than you take from her to stay a man in her eyes. When a woman has to support you, in her mind, you are her bitch.

10) Never treat a woman like a man, or she will treat you like a woman.

11) Be truthful to her always — even if it hurts. A woman respects a man of Truth and men that lie repeatedly will never be taken seriously — only playfully.

12) Women are like cats. Even when they play stupid, their radars are always perceptive and receptive to all that is happening around them. Do not play around your woman, or she will play you in the end.

13) Never be afraid to show a woman your emotions. Do not expect her to know how you feel if you don’t reveal anything. Never hold back on love. When a woman feels something is missing, or that you are not in the relationship 100%, she will seek a more complete love elsewhere. Believe it.

14) Support your woman’s dreams as if you were her number one fan and you will always be her number one man.

15) Push a woman to fulfill her passions, and she will always be passionate about you. Stay in tune with the developments of her hobbies and projects, and she will be in tune with you. Even if she loves designing tiny hats for squirrels, what you should love is the excitement from her eyes whenever you see her doing what she loves.

16) Treat your woman as if she were your precious daughter, more than you treat her as your mother — even if she is older than you. Women are like kittens. They love your attention, affection, pampering, to be spoiled, and really enjoy being showed and told new things. Remember, women will always have more options than men. They will only stay with the one who treats them best.

17) A woman typically gives a man two chances for serious error. If he messes up more than twice, it is highly unlikely there will be a third. After the second slip-up, she already sees you as a different person.

18) Always trust a woman’s intuition and never take her mind for that of a fool. If she tells you something, but then you have to go and ask for someone else’s opinion in front of her, if she was right she will never let it go. She will start taking you for the idiot. All it takes is once.

19) The same way the Sun is the lamp of the universe, your woman should always be treated as the lamp of your life.

20) Do not ever put her down in front of your friends or family. This will only make her despise your family and friends, and she won’t forget to return the favor.

21) If she loves her family, try to love them as if they were yours too. She will love you more for sincerely trying.

22) If you end up with a first-rate woman, never treat her less than first-rate. She will leave you for a first-rate man once you do.

23) Never give your woman third-rate gifts (junk, used, discounted, as is, tacky). If you can’t afford to get her something first-rate, make her something from your heart, or wait until you have enough money to get her a first-rate gift. A woman would rather be given nice gifts, rather than a bunch of junky gifts. It shows her how you see her. Believe it.

24) Never let your woman stand alone when she is being opposed. Always stand by her in the presence of opposition, and when you are in private then you can tell her your real thoughts on a situation. She will love you for not exposing her out in the open. Always stand by your woman. Always! However, if she is someone who always does people wrong, then she is wrong for you. If she is good and she is the one being wronged, if you sit down or do nothing, she will be gone. Women do not like weak men. Those women that tolerate weak men are very weak women.

Treat your relationship as if you are growing the most beautiful sacred flower. Keep watering it, tend to the roots, and always make sure the petals are full of color and are never curling. Once you neglect your plant, it will die, as will your relationship. If your woman has left you heartbroken, then know it is most likely due to you violating at least one of the above. If you violated more than two, then know you had a very good woman.

Now, for women, how do you treat a man and keep him?
Do all the above for him too.

By Suzy Kassem

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How to Treat a Woman and Keep Her” by Suzy Kassem, Copyright 2009-2010. All rights reserved.

The Number 7


7 is the most powerful number and is at the root of every vibration, creation, and cycle. If I were to write about it here, I would fill up more books than in the Library of Congress. So I advise you all to do your own research on it. Knowledge is everywhere, even on the net, so please do seek out Truth.

Every 7 years, relationships strengthen, weaken, or stand to the tests of Love — and Time. Every 7 years, the outer magnetic costumes that embrace our physical bodies, shed like the skins of snakes, and a new spiritual “costume” is put in its place. Our bodies refresh the energies that embrace our being, the same way you refresh a web page to start again. When you hold onto older energies – which stay stuck to minerals and metals – you are not fully “cleansing”. And that is why people find themselves depressed, stuck in routines, not moving forward, unable to forget memories like tragedies, lost loves, and all sorts of spiritual devastations. 7 is the number of regeneration.

7 will always test you. 7 is the purest number, and most importantly, the number of the Divine. Everything was created in clusters of 7, angles of 7, or cycles of 7. There are 7 laws of Harmony that ripple as part of the first true laws of the cosmic universe. There are 7 chakras, 7 seas, 7 colors in the rainbow spectrum, 7 directions, at 7 years a child TURNS, 7 major bodily infections, 7 virtues, 7 sins, 7 climes, 7 prominent planets, 7 root races, 7 dimensions (and 7 races within every single one of those dimensions – with man being only ONE), 7 cycles in the season’s of man, 7 days in the week, 7 heavens, 7 layers within every single level of heaven, 7 spheres, 7 true senses, and 7 areas in physics. On the earthly plane: 11, 22, and 33 are considered master numbers, but on the cosmic plane 777 is the true, and only, master number.

Those that think in 7s, are not of earth energies, nor of the 3rd or 5th, they are light descendants of the 7th plane — from the highest name. And there are only 7 true light warriors on the earthly plane at one given time. In religion, God had sent plagues in the cycle of 7 years. He had sent famine in the cycle of 7 years. The world was created in 7 days. There were 7 prime angels involved in the world’s manifestation and elevation. To the ancient Egyptians, 7 was the number to eternal life, 7 is the number of those with ancient souls that have jumped from life to life – era to era – and have unlocked the key of life. There are 7 petals to a rose, 7 strings to a lyre, any number set to the 7th power is a cube, any number to the 7th power is also a square, 7 is the perfect number. It is the perfect number of yesterday and the perfect number of today.

**There are at least a thousand other significant meanings to the number 7 that can be found in all cultures, religions, and sciences.

By Suzy Kassem

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Rings of Time

If you currently have been wearing the same ring for more than 7 years, take it off, store it in a safe place only if it’s sentimental to you, and go out and buy yourself a new one. If you have been wearing the same wedding ring for more than 7 years, take it off, bury it deep in a bowl of salt for 7 days, and put it back on. Make sure you refresh your rings at the turn of every cycle. Don’t sleep on this one. It is important. — Suzy Kassem

By Suzy Kassem

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The Suzy Kassem Story – Part 7 of 11


I met this gray-haired man at the Temple of Karnak in the summer of 2002. He said some strange things to me that made no sense to me at the time. However, I would do anything, ANYTHING, just to come face to face with him again now that I’m ready to fully understand them. He knew things about me that I can’t explain to anybody. He knew things about the universe and our ancients that I also knew, but did not know HOW. I was so immature back then that I failed to see that the whole time this man was standing there, I was looking at Truth in the eyes.


I had just gotten off one of those Nile boats that go back and forth between Aswan and Luxor. As soon as the boat docked in Luxor, I took off with my permanent markers to scribe my name next to my ancestors, just to let them know that I had returned! There were, and usually are, flocks of Japanese and Italian tour guides misinterpreting the writings on all the walls. I would stand and hear them all contradict themselves to the English speaking tourists in the group. I would wait for them to make their rounds, then I’d climb on top of the heads of statues to etch my name vertically, horizontally, or any which way time would allow me. Sometimes, I’d pay off a local kid to act as my lookout guard to warn me if anybody was coming. If you tour up and down the Nile, you’ll see Blu Pantha scribed everywhere. Without a drop of shame, I was proud of my sacred turf. However, if anybody else did that, I’d protectively slash them open. I felt it was my home and I strongly truly believed it at the time — and still do. That’s the demented part. Or was it?

So here I was jumping from column to column, tagging things left and right, in my own little world, unwatched, when I suddenly heard the sound of a forced cough coming from behind me. I turned around so fast expecting to see a security guard, but instead I find this heavyset man with gray hair and a beard. He was wearing a brown tweed hat, tiny round spectacles, and he carried a huge Nikon camera around his neck like it was a medal of honor. I nervously jumped off the pillar I was standing on, and froze before him, waiting for him to reprimand me. But he didn’t. Instead he said, “I didn’t mean to interrupt you, my dear, as you have every right to do whatever you want in the temple of your beloved.”

I remember automatically thinking the guy was a kook. He had a strong British accent and he smelled like stale cigars mixed with old beer spilled over newspapers. I also remember he looked kind of like a bloated Sean Connery in an Indiana Jones flick. It gave me the creeps, but at the same time, there was something very calming about him in his tones. I really wanted to believe he was alright with the vandalism, because I thought at the time that he was just stalling me until a guard showed up where he’d immediately turn me over.

Then, he went on to tell me that he had a vision in a meditation that directed him to find me where we were both standing. “Me?” I asked. “Yes, you” he replied. He told me that he had been following my progress throughout the years. Then he told me that the time had come for him to notify me of my role as the 7th light force of the cosmic universe. I remember taking a step back, scanning the columns for an easy exit because his words had immediately started to suffocate me. Plus, I thought he was behaving like we were acting out a play in a theater and the whole thing began to make feel uncomfortable again.

“It is often easier for one to shrug off Truth because it’s usually harder for the human mind to digest than a big fat lie,” he said. “I don’t blame you for interpreting what I am telling you as partial insanity, but the Truth usually comes off exactly as such,” he continued. “My tribe has been waiting for your arrival for more than two decades, and now that you have matured I am extending an invitation for you to return with me to Ireland, where I have been patiently analyzing our current world affairs with my clan.”

He told me his name was Sir Timothy Something. His name was one of those super simple western names that had been flipped around repeatably in my mind over a thousand times. I could have sworn it was “Gray” or that was his first name. I don’t remember more than that. But for him to be granted SIR, he must have been a notable name in his field at one time. I am hoping that by writing this out to the public, someone out there will come forward knowing exactly what, and who, I am talking about. It’s only a matter of time —  and patience.

Timothy said that though he still maintains the Sir in his name, it had been revoked by the Queen of England for speaking out loudly against the British parliament. I hope some Brits out there can help me track this man. The British media even labeled his clan as a bunch of kooks. They were extreme spiritualists that spoke out against corruption in the name of Truth. Looking back now, I now understand that every corrupt system rejects all Truth warriors by making them out to be crazy. Back then, I thought he was crazy too. Now, he was a man of Truth.

He told me they needed me to complete their circle, and that without my resources and frequencies, they would not be able to reverse the damage done to the earth. I started to laugh and he grimaced. At the time, I couldn’t even get people to listen to me, so how the hell was my dysfunctional and rebellious being supposed to assist in something phenomenal like that? That’s when he pulled the unexpected.

Walking around the tombs and tall columns, he pointed to every stone structure and said that the records of Truth came from Egypt, and that many are visibly contained in Karnak. He said that 9/11 was predicted on these walls before it even happened, and the past, present, and future lay open before our eyes but the people are too ignorant and occupied to search for Truth and READ. He went on to say the destruction of the twin towers was not the work of Arabs, but Satanists who had manipulated and blinded the public.

Then he stopped and asked me, “What do you suppose this Temple (of Karnak) is really all about?” I told him I knew it was nothing close to what the tour guides were telling the people, and immediately he laughed like Santa Claus. Then he took me to a slab of stone outside the Temple’s opening and asked me what I thought it was used for. I told him energy of some sort, and he patted my back with approval. In my mind, I snickered at how the tour guides were saying it was used for sacrifices.

“Not in this temple,” he replied instantly to my thought!

“Let me refresh your memory,” he continued. “You used to spend so much time here, particularly in the east end. In your later years, you played a heavy role in destroying sections of this temple.” He then motioned for me to walk along with him over to another side of the pillars. “This is where you once sang hymns to your people.” Then he walked over to another section, “And over here, is where the animal idols were resurrected to worship their shadow God they called Amun!” He had such a disgusted and angry look on his face when he mentioned Amun’s name, that I got confused. “But isn’t Amun the good God?” I asked. He replied, “No! Do not believe a good word about him! They have distorted the Truth and history for people to believe he was, but he was worshiped with the head of the Ram! History wants us to be confused between Amun and Aten. What you hear about Amun, is really Aten. And what you hear about Aten, is really Amun!”

Again, I took a step back to study him from a small distance. He saw the skeptical look on my face and motioned me closer to follow him down a long aisle of half-lion and half-ram statues, where we crossed the entrance to enter another nearby temple. “Over here, with the orders of your beloved, half of their structures came down CRASHING!!”

And at the thunderous tone of his abrupt and passionate crescendo, I quickly scanned the columns for a production crew because I suddenly became convinced we were on a hidden camera television show. I nervously looked around and could feel my anxiety growing. And that’s when the unexpected happened.

He repositioned his cool, calmed down, and instructed me to hold out the palms of my hands, which I did. He then rubbed his hands over the slab of stone and made a circular motion as if harvesting a snowball in it. Then he dropped this invisible ball into my hands. I felt it. It was heavy and immediately I could feel its warm energy circling madly in my palms. And for some unknown reason, my eyes started releasing streams of tears like rivers to nowhere. I couldn’t stop crying. It was so intense for me. I felt a ball of majestic heat in my hands that released a sedating vibration that washed over my entire body.

He went on to tell me that these were temples of magnetic energy, where people fused together in synergy, and when they did so, their lights instantly became brighter. As I listened to him, I immediately remembered the light beings that frequented me in my youth (mentioned in part 1). He then pulled out this tiny rod with a metallic-like slate at the end of it which dangled freely from a thin white thread. I followed him as he stood at different points of the temple and watched the tool spin so fast in circular motion in front of each column. I couldn’t stop crying. I felt Truth ripple throughout my being.

At the sight of my father in the distance, I panicked and told him I had to leave – just when I was ready to learn so much more from this super mysterious frumpy old man. He gave me his card with his name on it in which he had quickly scribbled his email on the back of it. Since then, I have no idea where that card went the moment I arrived back in Cairo. But at that time when we departed, I felt a little bit less crazy than usual. He had validated to me things that only I knew, about myself, and some threads of knowledge I tried to share previously with people of my generation — whom had also written me off as being a kooky eccentric.

Yet ironically, another part of me was hugely in denial of the whole experience. After all, he was right when he said that people felt safer swallowing myths than actual truths. And what if this guy was just a psychic or magician? Or an escaped patient from a mental hospital? How did he know of these experiences I had as a kid? How did he know what I thought of myself? He told me in parting, that I held the key to a peaceful future. How could that be? Little Miss Dysfunctional ME, who rejected all authority and any kind of systematic control?

During the conclusion of our meeting, he pulled out a plane ticket and told me it was for me to go to Northern Ireland to join forces with his tribe, who were all outcasts by political regimes around the world. He had given me a couple of months to think about his proposition; however, it was his last statement to me that made me doubt his validity. He claimed I was the strongest and purest light force currently alive on our plane, according to him. But how could that be when it was clear that I smoked tons of weed at the time, was an uncontrollable vandal, and preferred working on making beats all day and everyday, instead of doing any chores, working, or actively engaging in anything more meaningful with my time?

When I got back on the boat with my dad, I showed him the card, the plane ticket, and told him all about Sir Magnificent. He immediately started laughing and even used the man’s card to pick between his teeth instead of a toothpick. Then he examined the ticket and said, “It’s refundable”. And that was that.

When I look back, I regret not paying more attention to that mysterious man who had managed to reveal to me pieces of Truth I so badly wanted to hear from another person’s mouth. I don’t know if the real reason I had cried that day was because I had finally met someone who knew my secrets, and was already familiar with all the burdens that had been weighing me down and alienated me from other kids throughout my youth. Even if what some of what he said was crazy, he shed Light. Or didn’t he?

I turned 34 on the first of December, 7 years after my meeting with Sir Timothy. And in this year alone, so many weird things have been happening to me that I can’t tell people about or they’ll think I’ve gone mad. I feel like I am being watched all the time. All my emails are opened and read before I get a chance to open them myself. In fact, things have been escalating from the moment I turned 27 while I was living in Los Angeles.

This year in Egypt, I had a run in with an eagle that crashed through my bathroom window, then I frequently had tons of falcons come visit me at sunrise on my balcony. And one day, I had just written about t he floods that killed the light civilization — only to wake up and find a real flood in the streets of Cairo. Then my writings started getting sabotaged by unforeseeable forces. After using three different laptops now, everything I write about on evil, humanity, the past, anything relating to the Amarna period — all gets nailed by viruses, even though two of the computers had never even been plugged into the internet. Only those articles and stories get wiped out and none of the others. I can’t explain it anymore.

I feel like this crazy force is out to sabotage me, not just now, but my entire life. Everything, no matter what, always gets sabotaged like I’m constantly being punished for simply existing. I know of things I can’t explain. I can tell people about things that have happened in history without opening a single book. Only purely good people are drawn to me, while others get intimidated by my energy. I’m convinced they know I can see through their costumes. I’m aggressive, yet super passive at the same time. I’m a lamb, but a lion on the flip side. I’m all extremes and then some. I can stay up longer than normal people. Coffee puts me to sleep. My parents treat me as if I’m their parent. I always feel so alone even though I have countless friends. I am super electromagnetic, good with all things pertaining to sound, stimulation, and vibrations, and my energy is getting more out of hand the older I get. I can do anything better than well. That’s not arrogance, it’s the truth. Anything. Name it, even if I’ve never tried it. You may think that all this is a blessing, but you are wrong. It’s a curse. A disease that has alienated people from me my entire life.

I don’t understand the daily motions of life, paying bills, routines, and basic things that even a 4-year old would know. Yet I understand all of life’s complexities, mysteries, and histories. I live for the constant stimulation of my senses. Normal things people get hot about, bore me to death. I don’t understand when guys are hitting on me. I’m oblivious and numb to it all.

Everything with me, has to be spoken directly to me as if one were speaking to a child, or I don’t get what people are trying to say to me. I don’t play mind games, nor do I try to figure them out.
I am blunt and direct about everything, even when I shouldn’t be so truthful. I can tell when someone is staring at me from a far distance, behind me, or even talking about me. I can always tell when people are lying to me though I overlook it for amusement purposes, or not to embarrass them. I’m always sad most of the time, and really wish I could be happy like normal people. But I don’t understand how one can be happy with so much imbalance and suffering going on in the world? I am wide awake 24 hours a day — just thinking. Not only that, I am the most sensitive soul in the world, and a first-class recluse.

And finally, where is this man who dropped a mirror in front of me, when I carelessly chose to ignore it? Who is he? And is he still alive? And why can’t I even remember his name when I rarely forget a single face, word, or place? Am I really going insane? Was he even a real person? And is my mind being tampered from afar like my hard drives and personal properties? Whatever the case, I am convinced this man was sent in whatever form to tell me something. If he is a real living person…

Please tell him…

I have only gotten stronger, have fully matured, and am charmed, armed, and ready.

The Suzy Kassem Story – Part 7 of 11 by Suzy Kassem, Copyright 2009-2010. All rights reserved.

The Suzy Kassem Story – Part 1 of 11


I was thrown into my room early on the night of my 7th birthday. I was in tears and very hurt that nobody in my family had even remembered it being my special day. It was customary at my elementary school for parents to stop by with trendy TV show-themed decorative plates and cakes to celebrate their kids’ birthdays. I used to slip back in my seat watching normal parents share treats with the rest of the kids and pray in my mind that I would one day be normal, and be treated normal like the other normal kids. That day has still yet to come.

As I was lying in bed staring up at the ceiling, praying to God to grant me a life of normalcy outside of my dysfunctional world, I noticed a flood of bright white light shine through my bedroom window. At first, I assumed it was from the car lights of a vehicle pulling up to our driveway, as hosting evening guests from Egypt was normal in our household – at all hours. However, as the light stayed stationary and never seemed to fade, I stood up in my bed to take a better look at what could be lingering outside.

There, in front of my young eyes, was an ensemble of beings made of intense white light. My tears quickly faded as I immediately became seduced by the warmth of the energy that was now flashing inside my once cold room. There was not just one or two of these luminous beings, but a whole army of them just staring at me from behind the glass  with the same exact curiosity and admiration of  parents observing their baby just born in a hospital. I remember not being afraid, because somehow without words, they assured me not to fear them. We shared a conversation that I still do not remember until this day. However, I do remember that we never communicated with actual words. Our transactions were always telepathic.

They continued their visits for days, weeks, months, and years. They never left my side; however, I did start noticing patterns in their visits. These beings always amplified so much light whenever they arrived together. When they stood before me, shoulder to shoulder, their energies created more illumination as a collective unit, than the solo being that would wander off to visit me by itself. Sometimes, even in daylight, I would see one running from room to room with the aloof energy of a lost child. It would trip, stumble, fall over furniture and then storm off to go hide if one of my siblings were entering a room. Yet, when they all arrived beaming together, they were powerful and strong in their synergistic whole.

The next year, on my 8th birthday, I went about my day at school with the same sorrow haunting my insides as the year before. However, something odd happened that day that I shall never forget. There was a knock outside of my classroom door. When the teacher went to open it, she returned carrying a huge cake with decorative Dukes of Hazzard cups and plates! She was stumbling to read a message that was illegibly scrawled across a napkin. And when she finally did, I was so surprised when she called out my name telling me I had received a special delivery for my birthday. I couldn’t believe it. I was so happy I felt myself beaming inside in a way I had never felt before in my entire short existence!

Then she handed me the napkin and went about cutting the cake to divide and distribute to the classroom. I shoved the note into my corduroy pants and fully engaged myself in that day’s lesson — so excited that my parents had finally turned NORMAL!

However, when I arrived home, I noticed the vibrations in the house had not changed a bit. But still, I ran up to my mom and hugged her for the cake. She shrugged saying she didn’t even know it was my birthday! I showed her the crunched up note in my pocket and she convinced me it wasn’t from her. Then when my father came back from work, I ran up to him too and hugged him for dropping off the cake, and he too said he didn’t even know it was my birthday! I sat in the corner of our living room, studying all of them, analyzing the tones in the house, and realized my family was genuinely clueless and still as dysfunctional as ever!

The next day at school, I hit up every teacher, every person serving food in the cafeteria, the custodian, and even the principal asking them if they had delivered me the cake! My teacher eventually felt sorry for me and went through great lengths trying to examine the writing on the napkin.  Following a thorough scan, she came to the conclusion that it didn’t resemble the penmanship of anybody on the staff, or a single student at school. She claimed it looked like a kindergartner had written it, but she didn’t know of any that were advanced enough to piece together actual words to form sentences. I made such a big fuss about it, that the principal finally made an announcement through the school’s intercom advising everyone that if anybody knew anything about it to report to his office at once. Nobody ever came.

That night, as I was lying in my bed with turbulent thoughts swimming around in my mind, the lights appeared again. And without even having to turn my head to acknowledge their presence, I smiled until I faded off to sleep.

THE SUZY KASSEM STORY – PART 1 of 11 by Suzy Kassem, Copyright 2010. All rights reserved.