The 6th Sense: Motherly Instincts

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I truly believe in what many refer to as the 6th sense. I’ve witnessed it many times first hand and it’s absolutely amazing. Take this story for example.

One morning I came downstairs only to see my dad grumpy and tired.

Dad: Son, you’re mom gave me a headache last night. She thinks something bad happened to your brother in Chicago. She woke up around 3am and she was just simply terrified.

Me: Why didn’t she call him so she can just rest her worries?

Dad: Well, she tried to call except that nobody picked up. Not even his housemates.

I went into the kitchen to greet my mom good morning.

Me: Mom, why do you like to worry so much?

Mom: Son, get out of my way and don’t bug me. I’m serious, don’t. There’s something wrong with your brother. Something bad happened to him. I can feel it.

Me: *laughing. Geee chill mom. Don’t worry. Why don’t you just call him?

Mom: *almost crying. Well I tried and NOBODY IS PICKING UP!!

Me: Okay, okay sheesh, I’m sorry.

So my mom went up stairs to try and call again. Success!

Mom: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?? I’ve been worried sick about you.

She talked to my brother for about 15 minutes until she was finally satisfied and relaxed. After that I went upstairs and grabbed the phone to continue talking to him.

Brother: How’s mom?

Me: She’s fine. I don’t understand why the hell she was so worried. My dad told me she wouldn’t stop worrying and she kept saying that something bad happened to you.

Brother: *Silent

Me: Yo, are you still there?

Brother: Yes yes. What time did she suddenly wake up?

Me: Around 3am why?

Brother: Amazing. Sub7anallah. Listen I’m going to tell you something way different from what I told her but don’t you dare tell her this alright. Don’t you dare mention a single word of it. Just around the time mom woke up there, something bad happened to me here at about the same time, if you take the time zone difference into consideration. I got stuck up in broad day light around my neighborhood. Just as I got into my car, some crack head opened the other door and stuck a gun to my head. He said 4 words. “Your money mother f*cker”. The bastard took my wallet with 700 dollars in it. I was lucky he didn’t shoot me.

Me: *Silent and amazed.

Brother: Man, that’s what you call motherly instincts and 6th sense. Praise be to Allah.

I have a question. Can science explain things like this?