بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم



I have turned down at least three millionaires. A “Golddigger” would not have.

The first thing on my list of prerequisites for a husband is RIGHTEOUSNESS. THEN the capability to SUPPORT A FAMILY. That’s all.

You don’t have to be rich and if you are let’s sign a prenup! It’s not about the Benjamins.

Food, Clothes & Shelter are all we need and even that’s secondary.

If YOU are not RIGHT none of that matters.

You have to make me smile.

Put me at ease and I CAN’T be at ease if everything is not right with you, Brotherman.

Put me at ease; and then, you can feed, clothe and shelter me.

If I’m not comfortable around you; you can keep it ALL.

I have to be content. Peace Of Mind is PARAMOUNT.

Now, I’m just saying, in general, of course you know, I’m married already. (Hey, Habibi :D <3 <3 <3 ) I’m just saying, for you Good Brothers out there who want a woman like me (the women who read my blog), we’ve raised our standards. So, that means you’ve got to step up to meet them. That is, if you want one of us.

AND YOU KNOW YOU DO. ;) YOU CREATED US FOR YOURSELF!!! Don’t give up on us because we may not be there nor because we may have standards you think you cannot reach. The CREATION can NEVER be better than the CREATOR. So, we can’t be better than you are. YOU CREATED US!!!!!! 

Black Sisters and Brothers, Remember that. The Blackman is the Leader of Our Nation. So, Black Brother, don’t be intimidated by a woman who has Knowledge of Self, even if she may have a little more than you have. When you meet one, PRAY AND ASK ALLAH IF SHE IS THE WOMAN FOR YOU. We were CREATED for you, so you know there’s one of us out here waiting to carry your name. But don’t let it be a slave name. (Search “A Good Name Is Better Than Gold”)

If you choose other than one of us, you are lowering your standards and not fulfilling your responsibility to YOURSELF AND TO OUR NATION. The same goes for you Sisters.


Everybody else was MADE from us. WE ARE THE ONLY CREATED PEOPLE ON EARTH. They can trace their beginning back to us. And there will be an end to them. There is no beginning nor end for the Black Nation. Which is why we are not a “race.”

They are racing. We are not. We will be here Forever. They will not. Which is why they are considered a race. They are “racing” to do as much damage as they can before the end of their time. And it is here. If you marry one of them, Black Sister or Brother, you will go with them to their doom.

We are living in The Time of The Great Day of Separation. EVERY WOMAN OR MAN MUST GO TO HIS OR HER OWN.



NOONE ELSE is going to LOVE you like we do. They (the races) all want you, just like they all want us. but BLACK IS THE BEST. WE WERE CREATED FOR EACH OTHER.


The races were MADE from the CREATED BLACK NATION.

Take the horse and the donkey.
The mule is not as good as either.

Take the lemon and the orange.
The grapefruit is neither as good.


OUR BLACK NATION is Resurrecting Back into the Knowledge of Self, and once you know yourself, who you are, you KNOW that you are THE BEST and you will NEVER SETTLE for anything less than the VERY BEST – Your Own Kind. If you do, then you don’t really KNOW YOURSELF.




بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

I think folks from Cuba who migrate to the U.S. are particularly ruthless due to growing up with American sanctions.

I absolutely adore both Castros for nationalizing business, offering FREE housing, FREE food and a FREE college education to all citizens and opposing American imperialism.

Even today, people from ANYWHERE ON EARTH, can travel to CUBA and earn a DOCTORATE DEGREE for FREE!!!! FREE!!!! FREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But the people who LEAVE CUBA in favor of American commercialism are just like people from anywhere else who leave their country, hungry for the devil’s money – TRAITORS (sorry Brother Adel​, I’m exceedingly grateful to you for sharing the gift of the Arabic Language, and I know there are always exceptions).

Ricky Ricardo abandoned his own woman in favor of the ugly American devil woman and those devils have been running that show for over fifty years – longer than any other show in television history!

I used to work with a guy from Cuba and always admired his style. But he wasn’t right.

That woman on Fifty’s show is the reason why I stopped watching.

I SHOULD HAVE stopped when I saw it is a porno. But I like Fif and the star reminds me of my Habibi and his club was called “The Truth” and you know how much I love the TRUTH!

I could handle the violence, the slanging, even the pornography, but that interracial mess, is causing the destruction of our families more than anything else and I’m SICK of it!!!

It is the LAST trick of the devil to try and take our people to Hell.

Fif had the OPPORTUNITY to do some good with his T.V. show. Instead he BIT off another man’s life (whom I met, poor Brother) and broadcast all the filth he possibly could on television, probably worldwide. SMH

I know you had a hard life, Fif, but you don’t have to promote that lifestyle, Akhi. Someone once told me that you can’t be an Angel living in Hell. I disagree; being an Angel living in Hell makes you all the more deserving of Heaven!

Find your Angel, Akh!



بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

(*Ha! You thought I was going to post Mary Wells, huh? ;)  )

I met my Soulmate, Amad-Jamal Washington, in September of 19 and 79. I was eight (8) years old and he was nine (9) years old.

This was the same month the first commercial rap record, “Rapper’s Delight” was released. I loved it instantly. I used to tell my big cousins, “Play the record with the rainbow on it again!” 

I didn’t know it then, but I fell in love with both, Hip-Hop and my Honey at the same time.

The first time I saw my Honey was on the playground before school started. It was a new school for me and my Sister and I had just noticed him when someone blew a whistle and all the children “froze”. So I froze too. I thought that was so fun. :P We didn’t do anything like that at West Angeles Christian Academy.

Imagine my surprise when we got in the classroom, and he passed me one of those “I like you…” notes. I didn’t even realize he was the Brother who sent me that note until last year. But I must’ve said “Yes” because we were inseparable after that.

We would be in chapel, standing in a circle and, of course we were by each other and he could rub his feet on the carpet and shock the hell out of me. I used to get soooo frustrated because I couldn’t do it! But there’s been electricity between us ever since.

So, our school went on a camping trip to Blue Jay up in the mountains. I was surprised my mom let us go.

As usual, we were inseparable.

Since being in therapy, I’ve learned the terminology for some of my behavior – “Isolate”. I love to isolate. They act like you’re not supposed to. But they are a part of the devil’s world. Allah (God) Told Me To “Come, out of her!” (Revelation 18:4) So, the devils call it isolating and make it seem like there’s something wrong when you follow Divine Instruction.

So, me and my Honey have always isolated ourselves from when we first met.

So, he found a spot for us and we’re hip-hop, so I’m almost positive it was behind the stairs (I know it wasn’t on the roof ;) and everybody was looking for us.

I’m sure it was I who moved (I’ve since learned, very well, Honey, how not to be found when I isolate) and one of our female classmates heard. They fell on us like a pack of hungry wolves – Ripped US FROM EACH OTHER’S ARMS and we were never the same.

I cry every time I think about it. I almost made it this time. So, I guess I’m getting over it. Especially since now I know he still loves me.

* * * * *

Here’s Mary Wells for you, and if you notice, her backup singers are The Temptations. There were only four.


Here’s an example of my being torn sometimes. I love to sing. But I love Allah and Islam (My Hubby/Black People) more. This is an example of the tearing.

I went to buy a sewing machine. Most seamstresses know the two most famous brands are “BROTHER” and “SINGER”.

I BOUGHT A “BROTHER”. I feel like music can be a distraction. If you notice, Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) did not have choirs at The Temple. 

At the Salaam Restaurant, there would be Jazz musicians though, so I haven’t completely given up on music, but it has to be with my Honey (“Brother“) ;)



بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم


As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers

So, I was reading the “Resurrection” – Tupac book. I used to have the video but, as is always the case, the book is much better than the movie.

He said, he had 3 minutes of peace right after he was born. Then he said, “After that, it was on.

Of course, he grew up poor with a highly conscious and politically active mother who instilled the same love for Black People that she possessed, in her children.

When he became a teen, he started performing, as a back-up dancer, with Digital Underground (whom I still can’t stand :/ btw) and who never had a hit (platinum) record until they granted 2pac his classic “16 bars.”

So, he’s enjoying a modicum of success that came as a direct result of his AFROCENTRIC “Rebel-utionary” persona, until some devil police officers in Oakland, California, chose to make him their “nigger-to-fuck-with-for-the-moment.”

Pac had jaywalked across the street, on his way to the bank, when the devil pigs stopped and demanded his I.D.

Now, people like Tupac will never be afraid of the police like most people, especially when they possess money. They figure, “The worst they can do is give me a ticket. I’ll pay it and go on doing whatever I want to. Fuck the police!”

But this is America. And, devils already have a superiority complex, so when they confront this particularly self-conscious (and I mean self-conscious in a good way. Think “KNOWLEDGE OF SELFCONSCIOUS) type of Black person, they take it personally. They feel like it’s their patriotic duty as a good Christian American to put the above-mentioned Nigger back in his or her (but especially his) place.

So, after they had satisfied their innate tendency to make mockery of Tupac Amaru Shakur’s name, Pac said something like, “Shit, I’m in Digital Underground, Can I please have my ticket so I can go about my business?”

Pac’s complete lack of obseqiousness nearly drove the pigs to their wits’ end. They responded by restraining him and choking him to the point of unconsciousness, but not before they had him on the ground and beat his head to a pulp against the pavement.

He regained his consciousness by way of big black police boots kicking him in the stomach and the voices of devil police officers demanding that he get up.

Later, he would go on to reflect that he had “never had a record until he made a record…”

* * * * *

The biggest threat to America is an educated, wide-awake, successful Blackman, who can still relate to and socialize with the masses of his own people who are still in the mud. 2pac had platinum records but still could cameo at a party in the hood.

The first time I saw him was at a pool party in LaDera Heights (a very affluent Black neighborhood in L.A.).

Forsooth, I never really paid too much attention to Pac until he died and I saw how distraught everybody was.

I mean, I did shed one tear when I heard the news, but it was more out of symbolism and respect than sincere emotion.

Anyway, his bitch-ass was sitting in the driver seat of a VW bug (it was either yellow or baby-blue or some other gay-ass color) but it was packed with his homies.

So, I spotted him, me – also in the driver seat of my car (I think it was my Cadillac) and equally packed with my homies.

So, I rolled up and asked him if he was at the party we were leaving.

He just stared at me as if I hadn’t even spoken.

I was dumbstruck. NOBODY treats me like that. I mean, nobody had before or since. I was LIVID! (Hence, the reason for my colloquialism at the beginning of this story. ;) Love you, Pac!)

But what could I do, but try and regain some of my dignity and peel-out.


I still can’t believe it. I can understand though because I just did the same thing about an hour ago. I do it all the time. Pac is only three (3) days older than I am, so of course we are a lot alike.

Sometimes, I just don’t feel like being bothered. “Can ya feel me?”  ;)

So, here’s this extremely intelligent Brother with his finger on the heart of the Black community, wide-awake to the insufferable conditions we were put in by our heartless slavemasters, and he’s brilliantly, articulately, entertaining and educating, shining a light on their murderous deeds for the whole world to bear witness, much to the chagrin of our slavemasters.

Now, as I previously wrote, Pac was raised by the caliber of Blackwoman, whom I only know two other Blackmen to be so privileged – Sobukwe Pambeli and Hakim Rahman Allah. You can tell, by just their names, Tupac included, that these are not your average, ordinary, everyday so-called Negroes. So, Pac was definitely a rare breed, but more importantly, he could not help but grow up with an intense love, respect, honor and admiration for Blackwomen.

He understood our duality, having been raised in an environment inhabited by pimps and prostitutes and their virulency. But, he balanced it with his firsthand experience with a mother’s love and the close bond with his Sister.

People often did and still do misinterpret his enigmatic relationship with women because of the seemingly contradictory nature of his songs, i.e. “Keep Ya Head Up” on the same record with “I Get Around”.

But most people who have analyzed Blackwomen understand that this is the situation that was forced upon us by our shared history of slavery in America.

The Blackwoman was not afforded the luxury of innocence. She was not afforded the luxury of a husband, she could call her own. The man who should have been hers, was not even his own. He was the property of the devil caucasian christian slavemaster, who could and would come in her (their) house and rape her whenever he wanted.

This is still going on and has been going on for centuries here in the so-called Christian country of the United States of America.

It is very easy to understand why the american Blackwoman, who was reared by these devils, has so little shame when it comes to her body.


So, clearly realizing Pac’s potential, the government of white Christian America set out to silence him. And what better tool than the Blackwoman?

We all know the result, but personally, after studying him as well as working for a woman who not only produced his videos, but was very good friends with him, I know our poor Brother was set up.

He loved Blackwomen too much to take something so precious from one of us. He understood us and he wouldn’t rape anybody.

Furthermore, the Sister gave him a massage!!!

She knew he would go to sleep. Then he wakes up and she’s crying Rape?!?!

Have you ever heard anybody cry rape?

Please leave a comment and correct me if I’m wrong, but I know three women who have been raped (date raped) and you just don’t do it. It’s embarrassing. None of them even pressed charges.

This Sister was a paid agent of the F.B.I. (think COINTELPRO), who was out to silence the most prolific, influential and outspoken man in America, probably the world.

They succeeded (for a time). Pac said he couldn’t go to parties anymore, didn’t trust anybody, was paranoid and contemplated suicide.

But “Balls of Fire” like 2pac, just don’t extinguish like most people’s.

He began to realize his Power and Authority that he held sway over the Black Nation and devised the best formula he could.

Unfortunately, what he didn’t realize is that our problem required a DIVINE SOLUTION.

No mere mortal can formulate a plan that will be successful in PERMANENTLY solving the ONE problem (the Devil Caucasians) of the so-called American Negroes.

Ask Noble Drew Ali. Ask Marcus Garvey. Ask Martin Luther King. Ask Malcolm X. Ask Huey Newton. As Jesse Jackson. Ask Barack Obama. Ask Farrakhan.

NONE of these men were nor will they EVER be successful without Divine Help from Allah (God), Our Saviour and Redeemer, in the Divine Person of Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever.


بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters & Brothers ;)

A few years ago my son and I were lucky enough to be a part of an expedition that traveled from Los Angeles to the remains of the historic all-Black California city of ALLENSWORTH.

You may be familiar with the John Singleton movie about the all-Black township, “Rosewood,” or about the all-Black town, Greenwood, Oklahoma aka “Black Wall Street”. Well, there were several ALL-BLACK towns, at one time, all across America! The first one to be incorporated that was also immortalized in Zora Neale Hurston’s novel which was made into an HBO movie, starring none other than Miss Halle Berry – Their Eyes Were Watching God – was the town of Eatonville, Florida. It is also the only one I know of that is still in existence today.

All the others met the same fate – destroyed overtly or covertly by the American devil slavemasters and their children, who cannot stand to see their once-slaves living independently.

The founder of  Allensworth, Allen Allensworth was killed in a suspicious motorcycle accident while out soliciting more residents for his burgeoning metropolis, which was followed by construction of a railway through the town which brought about its ultimate demise.

For more information on Allensworth,, click here.


بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters! (and Brothers ;) )

I am so happy that I have been blessed with the ability to study Black History at the college level. I learned the shameful history of the American white people toward their Black slaves to an extent that is and will never be taught in primary nor secondary school. Al Hamdulillah!

I also learned of Black resistance to slavery which is only taught among a certain section of Black intelligentsia outside of college, but the majority of so-called American Negroes are not privy to such a wealth of information.

Most may have not even heard of Nat Turner whose armed rebellion caused terror in the hearts of the devils to such an extent that they enacted several laws prohibiting the mere congregation of two or more Black people across the country.

As a journalist, I am a firm believer that “The pen is mightier than the sword.” And, am convinced of the truth that if you control a man’s mind, you can convince him to kill whomever you want him to kill. Swords don’t kill by themselves. :/

Therefore, I’m sure you can imagine my enthusiasm and excitement when I learned about Brother David Walker.

All Praise is due to Allah for the Internet! When I was in college, the Internet was still fairly new, so I was not able to read Brother David’s Appeal at that time. However, I just looked it up and found the entire document and he had me at the title page.

Please, in the wake of Ferguson and Baltimore, read this document that was written nearly one hundred years ago. We still have not learned that we must stand up like decent and intelligent men and women and defend ourselves from the brutal hand of our enemy, in order to be respected in the eyes of our children and the world.

The slavemaster will not teach you of Brother David Walker, who propagated armed resistance against slavery in a time when most Blacks were advocating litigation to bring about an end to the institution.

We see today, that litigation does not work. We are still slaves to America. Their Emancipation Proclamation only removed the shackles, but did not free us IN DEED. We are still slaves to America and will remain her slaves until we have what she has – our own land which will give us the means to produce for ourselves the necessities of life.

Now remember, Allah Has Power over the weapons. He Created the steel out of which the weapons are made. His Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that we should not carry weapons because we are more likely to use them against our own Brothers and Sisters. And, it reads in the Holy Qur’an that we should Never Be the Aggressor but to Defend Ourselves if Attacked. We Must Seek JUSTICE For Ourselves, Brothers and Sisters, against the heartless devil slavemaster’s children or We Might As Well Go Out and Commit Suicide.



بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers ;)

Growing up, I used to always get hurt and annoyed by those little brown things that would get stuck in my socks and stick me on my ankles. Well, I recently found out that those annoying little buggers are wheat granules! Wheat grows wild like crazy out here in L.A.

Growing our own food, canning and other means of becoming self-sufficient are areas in which we should be masters, so I checked out a book from the library a while back and it illustrated the means of harvesting wheat and it is very simple.

Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us that whole wheat makes the best bread. So, I thought I would share this tut from YT with my Beloved Asiatic Family. You can use a coffee grinder to grind the wheat into flour. Enjoy! And, leave a comment and let me know how you went about the process and how well it turned out for you! :D



بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
       We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
       We wear the mask!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters (& Brothers ;) )
If you have been following my blog, you know that I am very fond of The Harlem Renaissance and as a Black homemaker and homeschooler, we must educate our children on their own history. So, I am going to share with you my studies into The Harlem Renaissance and its “players.”
Being from L.A. and an avid jazz lover, I am particularly proud of the Dunbar Hotel on Central Avenue. So much so, that when I found out about a musical concerning the famous historic site, I went to any means so that I could be a part of the audience.
The musical featured a “Dunbar” character and it really piqued my interest in the man.
I Googled him and learned that he died before the said Harlem Renaissance even began, but he undoubtedly, like the owners of his namesake hotel, influenced many of its writers.

Biography of Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar poetDunbar was born in Dayton, Ohio to parents who had escaped from slavery; his father was a veteran of the American Civil War, having served in the 55th Massachusetts Infantry Regiment and the 5th Massachusetts Colored Cavalry Regiment. His parents instilled in him a love of learning and history. He was a student at an all-white high school, Dayton Central High School, and he participated actively as a student. During high school, he was both the editor of the school newspaper and class president, as well as the president of the school literary society. Dunbar had also started the first African-American newsletter in Dayton.He wrote his first poem at age 6 and gave his first public recital at age 9. Dunbar’s first published work came in a newspaper put out by his high school friends Wilbur and Orville Wright, who owned a printing plant. The Wright Brothers later invested in the Dayton Tattler, a newspaper aimed at the black community, edited and published by Dunbar.

His first collection of poetry, Oak and Ivy, was published in 1892 and attracted the attention of James Whitcomb Riley, the popular “Hoosier Poet”. Both Riley and Dunbar wrote poems in both standard English and dialect. His second book, Majors and Minors (1895) brought him national fame and the patronage of William Dean Howells, the novelist and critic and editor of Harper’s Weekly. After Howells’ praise, his first two books were combined as Lyrics of Lowly Life and Dunbar started on a career of international literary fame. He moved to Washington, D.C., in the LeDroit Park neighborhood. While in Washington, he attended Howard University.

His wife Alice Dunbar Nelson was a famous poet as well. A graduate of Dillard University in New Orleans, her most famous works include a short story entitled “Violets”. She and her husband also wrote books of poetry as companion pieces. An account of their love, life and marriage was depicted in a play by Kathleen McGhee-Anderson titled Oak and Ivy.

He kept a lifelong friendship with the Wrights, and was also associated with Frederick Douglass and Booker T. Washington. Brand Whitlock was also described as a close friend. He was honored with a ceremonial sword by President Theodore Roosevelt.

He wrote a dozen books of poetry, four books of short stories, five novels, and a play. He also wrote lyrics for In Dahomey – the first musical written and performed entirely by African-Americans to appear on Broadway in 1903; the musical comedy played successfully toured England and America over a period of four years – one of the more successful theatrical productions of its time. His essays and poems were published widely in the leading journals of the day. His work appeared in Harper’s Weekly, the Saturday Evening Post, the Denver Post, Current Literature and a number of other publications. During his life, considerable emphasis was laid on the fact that Dunbar was of pure black descent, with no white ancestors ever.

Dunbar’s work is known for its colorful language and use of dialect, and a conversational tone, with a brilliant rhetorical structure.

Dunbar traveled to England in 1897 to recite his works on the London literary circuit. He met the brilliant young black composer Samuel Coleridge-Taylor who some of his poems to music and who was influenced by Dunbar to use African and American Negro songs and tunes in future compositions.

After his return, Dunbar took a job at the Library of Congress in Washington. In 1900, Dunbar was diagnosed with tuberculosis, and moved to Colorado with his wife on the advice of his doctors. Dunbar died at age thirty-three on February 9, 1906 from tuberculosis, and was interred in the Woodland Cemetery, Dayton, Ohio.