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MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

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(Excerpt from MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA
by the Honourable Elijah Muhammad[(PBUH])

“Which flag will survive the War of Armageddon?

(Armageddon is the final war of Judgment and separation of the righteous from the wicked, of which I am sent to teach.)

This is a question that is asked the mentally dead of my people in America, the so-called Negroes. This question is to show the answerer that he fully agrees that the Sun, Moon and Star will survive the Cross, or the flag of America known as the Stars and Stripes. Everyone who is asked this question answers that the Crescent will survive America’s flag and the emblem of Christianity, which is the Cross. A fool knows that the sun, moon and stars will survive any nation.

Then comes the next question. Since you believe that the Crescent will survive, why not accept Islam and the flag and Crescent emblem which represents the Sun, Moon and the Stars?

As-Salaam-Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers

Lately, I’ve noticed that my conversations have been primarily about this War between America and Islam – ARMAGEDDON.

They will not tell you that that’s what it really is. They will tell you that they are fighting “Terrorists“. So they call it the War on Terror.

But let us take a closer look at these “terrorists” and see what they all have in common.

1. The Taliban
2. Al Qaida
3. The Islamic State in Iraq and Syria (ISIS)
4. The Islamic State in Iraq and the Levant (ISIL)
5. The “Lone Wolves

They are all Muslims. But America will not admit that. You will have to put two and two together for yourself.

It is a War against ISLAM/MUSLIMS. No matter what they call it. The bottom line is they are all Muslims.

Armageddon is the Final War. It is a Holy War that will reestablish peace on our Earth because it will remove the peace-breakers – Christians – from our planet once and for all.

Armageddon is the War wherein Truth battles falsehood and falsehood battles Truth.

Islam is The Truth. Everything else is falsehood. We are living in the Day and Time when the veil of falsehood MUST be removed and the Truth made known.

Allah (God) is bringing about an end to the people worshiping Him in any manner.

He Gave Us A Way Of Life (Islam) when He Created us and Taught us how He Wants us to worship Him.

Christianity has so poisoned the so-called American Negroes that we are like a dead man. Mentally without life. And, it is like trying to raise a man from the dead to awaken the spiritually and mentally dead so-called American Negroes.

We have been made blind, deaf and dumb and mentally DEAD to The Knowledge of our own selves – all because of the devil’s slave-making religion of Christianity.

Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Due Forever, said, “If Christianity was put in a wet rag and wrung out, every drop would spell SLAVERY.” He said, the Bible, in its present form is “a poison book” and the Christian church is “the graveyard of our people” which is why they have a cross on top.

He also taught us that “the greatest hindrance to the salvation of the so-called American Negroes is the preacher of Christianity” who will not accept the Truth nor is he content to see anyone accept the Truth of his or her own salvation.

Christianity has been the tool the slave-makers used to make and keep us enslaved. Upon acceptance of our True Religion – ISLAM – the person is freed from bondage “in the blink of an eye.

The Flag on the right (above) is THE UNIVERSAL FLAG OF ISLAM – THE SUN, MOON AND STAR. The red background symbolizes the Sun which shines on us freely, so it is the reason for the “F” in our Flag which stands for FREEDOM.

The Star and Crescent are both in the Sun. We only need one Star in our Flag which represents ALL of the Stars in the Universe. The Star Symbolizes JUSTICE. If you notice, when a person is qualified to enforce the Law of the land, they wear a Star, which is the reason for the “J” in our Flag. It stands for JUSTICE.

The Moon symbolizes EQUALITY because it was a part of the Earth at one time, therefore it is EQUAL with the Earth. The Moon is also a symbol of the Black Nation in the Wilderness of North America because although we were stolen from our land and people we are still equal with the civilized people of the Earth. Hence, the “E” in our Flag. It stands for EQUALITY.

All three – Freedom, Justice and Equality – a person immediately receives upon his or her acceptance of ISLAM, which is what the “I” stands for in our Flag.

ISLAM – FREEDOM  JUSTICE  EQUALITY

Under the “Stars and Stripes” AND the “Stars and Bars” (Confederate Flag)

all we ever received was SLAVERY, SUFFERING AND DEATH. Don’t call it “Ol’ Glory”. It’s “OL’ HELL” to you and me.

Thankfully, there is no way in Hell the Stars and Stripes, Stars and Bars or any flag representing the white devils will ever survive The Universal Flag of Islam – The SUN, MOON AND STAR.

The Sun, Moon and Star were here trillions of years before the making of white Christian race (America/Cross/Stars&Stripes) and they will be here forever.

Can you say the same for America (Stars & Stripes?)

“That is a crime, or that these words (which one — meaning the American flag or the Islamic flag — will survive the War of Armageddon, or Holy War, or the war to end wars) are considered a crime or a teaching to incite insurrection or revolution to take America by force, cannot be proven to be truth by anyone who may read this or may have attended one of our meetings.”

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BANGING RED VS. BLUE

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers

Dearly Beloved Brothers and Sisters, I have come to learn that gangbanging is still going on in our communities. This disappoints me, but I am going to try and put a new perspective to eliminating gang culture.

The truce method obviously doesn’t work – at least not 100 per cent. So, I am going to try to eliminate gangs by convincing gang members that RED is better than Blue, so we should all unite under RED.

It’s about colors anyway….

The color RED symbolizes TRUTH, while Blue symbolizes falsehood. Hear me out.

RED is the primary color in the FLAG of the Universe – The Sun, Moon & Star. The Red background in the flag symbolizes the SUN. The Sun is a Red Ball of Fire, which brings out the TRUE colors in a thing.

Blue is just the opposite. IT IS FALSE. In television production, when a person stands in front of a blue screen, the producers are then enabled to put a picture of anything they want behind them. It is a false background.

We say there’s a blue sky. Well… you can go up there a million miles and you will never find any blue. It is a false sky. It appears blue because of a gas called ether which comes from the atmosphere.

RED is also a better color because it symbolizes FREEDOM. The Sun in our Flag shines on everybody freely regardless of income, religion or location. It is better than BLUE just as TRUTH is better than FALSE, as we all agree.

SPREAD THE WORD AND LET US UNITE AS A NATION UNDER OUR NATION’S FLAG WHICH IS RED AND NOT BLUE – THE SUN, MOON AND STAR.

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PLANNED MURDER

BISMILLAHI RAHMANI RAHIM

In the Name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Merciful

“Using birth control for a social purpose is a sin.”

– The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)

This video documents the legal procedures devil Caucasians have exercised to eliminate the Black Nation in America, throughout the history of this country. By far, the most successful method OF KILLING BLACK PEOPLE has been what we now know as, “PLANNED PARENTHOOD”.

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Message to the Blackman in America

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Chapter 35

Birth Control Death Plan!

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To the Lost-Found members of the tribe of Shabazz (the so-called Negroes), I warn you my people and especially the women. Be aware of the tricks the devils are using to instill the idea of a false birth control in their clinics and hospitals.

STERILIZATION IS NOT BIRTH CONTROL, BUT THE END OF ALL POSSIBILITY TO BEAR CHILDREN.

The example of the clinic in Fauquier County, Virginia, where poor and helpless black mothers are pressured into accepting sterilization is certainly not confined to that clinic alone.

It would be better to do as many African and Asian husbands and wives have done, to take care of these matters yourselves rather than rely on such treachery and deceitful counsel.

I say beware of being trapped into the kind of disgraceful birth control laws now aimed almost exclusively at poor, helpless black peoples who have no one to rely on.

Who wants a sterile woman?

No man wants a non-productive woman. Though he may not want children for a time, he does want a woman who can produce a child if he changes his mind. Using birth control for a social purpose is a sin.

Using the birth control law against production of human beings is a sin that Allah (God) is against and for which he will punish the guilty on the day of Judgment. Both the Bible and Holy Qur-an’s teachings are against birth control.

So you and I, too, should be against it.

The white race is a race that was produced by using birth control law, says God to me.

Do not accept this death plan of the devils to destroy, and keep [us] from being a people.

There is no people on earth (even the little savage Pygmie of Africa and the Malayan Islands of the Pacific love their own) who will let anyone change or destroy their identity and culture without a fight. The American black women are ignorant of the real motive behind the so-called birth control schemes proposed and demanded by white officials.

The motive behind these schemes is not designed to promote the welfare of black families, but to eliminate these families in the future.

Our enemies, the devils, know and now seek to prevent us from being a nation through our women, as Pharaoh attempted to destroy Israel by killing off the male babies of Israel at birth.

The thousand years before Moses, Yakub killed off the black babies at birth to produce this present white race.

Pharaoh was envious of Israel’s future of becoming a great nation, beloved of Allah, which would overcome Egypt and her future as a world power.

The same goes for the so-called Negroes and the slave-masters’ children. The slave-masters envy their once-slaves’ future and want to destroy it.

So the best thing to do is to tell you the truth whether you care for it or not. I will feel, then, that I have done my duty as a member of the same Nation as you.

My love for you and your future is the same as that for myself. The life of this world and its sport and play is only temporary.

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Healthy Eating For The Black Family

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Black Sisters!

There are so many areas of study that we need to incorporate into our lives that will not only improve our standing in high, civilized society, but will also improve our personal physical, mental and most importantly, spiritual health.

As I have written, the FIRST thing Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is Due Forever, Told us we need to do is:

ACCEPT YOUR OWN AND BE YOURSELF.

Your Own God – Allah
Your Own Religion – Islam
Your Own People – The Black People

Yourself – A Righteous Muslim

These two instructions are paramount to becoming a happy, healthy and successful Original Blackwoman.

We cannot be successful as long as we are in the white race’s false religion of Christianity.

The Christian religion cannot teach one how to believe in and obey the True and Living God, Allah.
On the contrary, the Christian religion teaches one to break all the Laws of God.

Following after the Christians had led us to do things that are considered abominations in the eyesight of Allah (God). Many of these things are also morbidly injurious to our health: Smoking, Drinking, Taking Drugs and Eating the Divinely Prohibited flesh of the filthy, stinking hog.

As the Woman of the House – The Homemaker, We are primarily responsible for providing our families with healthy, nutritious meals that will prevent sickness, increase life expectancy and increase our and our family’s beautiful appearance.

The Bible teaches us, and it is supposed to be from Jesus, that when Allah (God) Comes, He Will Give Us MORE LIFE and MORE LIFE ABUNDANTLY. He Will Teach Us How to Expand Our Lives and How To Enjoy Life More.

الحمد لله Al Hamdulillah! All Praise Is Due To Allah! Allah (God) Has Come and He Taught His Messenger, The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH), That “What We Eat and Drink KEEPS US HERE and what we eat and drink TAKES US AWAY from here.” Therefore, in order to Expand Our Lives and Keep Them Expanded, Allah (God) Had To Regulate Our Eating and Drinking Habits. Allah (God) Had To Teach Us HOW TO EAT TO LIVE.

Along with the Spiritual Truth that Will Set Us Free, Allah (God) Blessed us with the Physical Truth in Order to Preserve the Life of the Spiritual Truth. One can have all the knowledge in the world, but when one dies, her knowledge is of no use to her, so we want to live as long as possible so that we can share the Knowledge we possess with as many people as we can.

It is imperative that you read the above book. You can read it for free online here. However, I would recommend that you purchase your own copy of the book (free of typographical errors) here.

HOW TO EAT TO LIVE is what everyone wants and needs to know. Even a fool wants to know how to lengthen her life. The rulers of this world (the white race) did not teach us how to eat to live because they were made to cut life short and for the past 6,000 years they have done so. The white race are the people the Holy Qur-an describes as eating like a beast. Beasts eat anything and everything and they eat whenever they see their food present. These beasts taught us just contrary to the way of our patriarchs, who lived over 900 years. What and How do you think they ate? The white race has not taught us. But you can learn from the above book.

We have been taught to eat the divinely prohibited flesh of the swine, and also to eat three and four meals a day. Just these two aberrations are sufficient to significantly cut short our lives and fill us with sickness.

The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us in his books (How To Eat To Live, Book 1 and Book 2) that we should be living from 100 to 1000 years! He teaches us that the only way to do this is to cut our eating from three and four meals a day to one meal a day. He said that this is better for our health, beauty, intelligence and duration of life.

Don’t get skeptical, Dear Sister. Just because Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) did not live this length of time does not mean The Teachings are not Truth. The Bible teaches us that, “In all their afflictions, he was afflicted” (meaning the Messenger of God). Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) had to suffer everything we suffer, or else Allah would not have chosen him to be the good Messenger. He had to prove that he loved us so well that he was willing to go through with everything we go through with. So, yes, he died prematurely, BUT he taught us everything we need to know so that we can bring The Teachings into fruition.

I bear witness, Dear Sister. I eat one meal a week and I look and feel better than I did when I was 16!

I want to live to be 900 like Noah and Methuselah. So, I am trying to eat the way Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us they ate. It has taken me over seven years to get to this stage, but it was not difficult. I did it gradually (with some setbacks) but I kept my goal in mind and persevered.

I weighed 206 pounds when I first read How To Eat To Live. After reading the book, I began eating the way The Messenger (PBUH) taught and I lost 70 pounds in three months! People would ask me how I lost the weight and I told them I read How To Eat To Live and began eating one meal a day. I didn’t exercise and I didn’t change my diet. I ate the same foods I had been eating, I just stopped eating three meals a day and ate one meal a day instead, and the weight fell off. All Praise is Due to Allah!

I kept going from there. After about a month, I began eating eating every other day. Then every three days. But I think I got a little ahead of myself because I fell back and started eating all between meals. It took quite a few months but I got back up to one meal every other day again. Then every three days and by Ramadan (December) 2010, I was eating one meal every four days. I got down to 128 pounds.

Ramadan is the month prescribed by Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) for us to “fast”. It is not really a fast because a fast should be from two to three days without taking food. But we do not eat nor drink from before sunrise until after the sun sets.

We fast in December to get us out of the false teaching of the Jesus’ birth on December 25th. That day, which is celebrated by the Christians, is really the birthdate of that evil demon, Nimrod, who was so wicked that it is sickening to even think about the evil things he did, so I will not include them here.

While the Christians are partying and drinking and dancing and eating swine’s flesh in celebration of a FALSE birthday of Jesus, we Muslims, are fasting.

After Ramadan, I fell off again and started snacking. I went back to one meal a day to try and at least eat the way I was instructed. Sisters, after Ramadan, most all Muslims I know, start snacking. So beware of this when you fast. January 1st is the day when we go crazy and start eating everything. But actually, we should be used to eating one meal a day every day! So Ramadan should not be too much of a departure from the way we usually eat, right? We’re just eating after sunset. This pandemic of mis-eating after Ramadan proves that we are not eating like we should. If we were it would not be a major occurrence to go from one meal a day to one meal a day. But it is. We lose all self-control. It takes great discipline to not cross that line after the month of Ramadan.

I has taken me three and a half years to get to this point (one meal every seven days), but here’s what I did differently this time, to ensure that I never fall off again. I did the same thing I did when I quit smoking in 2007. I set a date. I have not had a cigarette since the Kingdom Day Parade in 2007. That is my “date”. My “date” for eating one meal a week is my birthday this year. It has only been a few weeks but I have never felt this sense of urgency to keep it up. Now, whenever I want to eat between meals, I have a reference point to keep me on track.

My goal is to eat one meal a week with nothing between for the rest of my life. I still drink coffee but
In Sha Allah, by Ramadan I will have stopped that too.

So, that’s my story. I’m doing it. You can do it too. Your example will inspire your family to eat better and really, they won’t have a choice because you do the grocery shopping and prepare the meals. You are the one who determines what’s available. They can only eat what’s there. And by witnessing, first hand, the results of your discipline it will encourage them to do the same, In Sha Allah.

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A Return to Proper Roles

Bismillah In the Name of Allah, Master Fard Muhammad

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Sisters! Peace Be Upon You

As written in my previous blog, the Blackwoman in America has been reared by her enemies, who taught her to love and follow them.

Following the slavemaster has been the gravest mistake made by the Blackwoman in America, particularly because her enemy slavemaster is wicked and evil by nature, and the Blackwoman is righteous by nature!

This mistake has caused the Blackwoman to act in opposition to her own nature (righteousness). She is therefore unhappy and unsuccessful and is producing children who are incapable of functioning in high civilized society.

The most recent and most devastating mistake the Blackwoman has made in following her enemy slavemaster is: Joining her female slavemaster’s pursuit of equality with men, or so-called, “Women’s Liberation”. This treacherous act occurred at a most critical time in Black History; During the Black Power Movement.

It was at this time that Black People had started to organize to try and better their condition in America. And then white women began to mimic the protests made by the Black populace, claiming that they were, all of a sudden, dissatisfied with their traditional role as Homemaker.

Unfortunately, the Blackwoman identified more with the white slavemasters than with her own Black people, abandoning the Black man and the struggle for Black Power in favor of the so-called “Women’s Liberation Movement”. As a result of this shameful betrayal, many detrimental but reversible problems enveloped the Black Community.

We, Blackwomen, can solve all of these problems, by humbly admitting that we made a terrible mistake. And then and only then can we take the proper steps to correct that mistake.

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The First Step is to ACCEPT OUR OWN AND BE OURSELVES and Return to our Natural Role as Homemakers.

When we joined the devil-woman in her pursuit of “liberation,” we abandoned our homes and families, leaving them without a caretaker, all in order to compete with our own Black men, at a time when they needed our support more than ever, just so that we could become the bread-winner. So, not only did we abandon the Blackman in the Struggle for Black Power, we also began to work against him, all to the delight of our common enemy. Consecutively, we abandoned and emasculated our Strong Black Men and neglected our own children.

Sadly, most Blackwomen still erroneously feel as though they can and should provide for themselves. As though they should have careers and make their own money. They think they should not depend on the Blackman to provide their needs. Many Blackwomen go so far as to say, “I don’t need a man! I’m an independent woman!”

This type of thinking has caused the destruction of the Black Family. Women were made to be dependent on men. And men were made to supply the things women depend on. We must stop trying to be the equals of men. We are NOT men. We should not be competing with men; trying to have careers like men, going half on rent and bills and whatnot. This makes our poor Blackmen feel inadequate, unwanted and unnecessary. Any man who doesn’t feel less of a man if, and actually wants his wife to go out and work, has the mind of a slave. He has not yet learned The Knowledge of Himself, which dictates that he should not depend on anyone but himself.

Nature made the man the provider. In order to feel like a man, he must be the provider and protector of his family. The man is the Head of the Household. This is the way nature intended. Allah Created The Blackman to Be The Leader. He is stronger physically because of his roles as Builder and Protector, and he is stronger mentally because of his Natural Role as Leader.

We, Blackwomen, have to accept that actual fact and stop competing with men. We will never be successful if we are always trying to take over the man’s role and responsibilities. We have followed the white woman to our detriment. Nature has made the woman dependent on the man. Any woman who feels as though she does not need a man, is lying to herself.

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Allah Created the Blackwoman to be a helpmate for the Blackman. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us that, “A Woman is the Only Heaven a Man Has.”  Our men need us, Sisters! We have failed them.

Our responsibility is to console our Blackmen. They are living in Hell, where they are outcast and stepped upon, all while trying to provide a decent life for us! And here we are, out there in it with them.

We should be at home, making Heaven for our families, so when our husband comes home, dinner is on the table in an immaculate home filled with peace and happiness where he can rest and recoup for whenever he has to go back out into this devil’s world. Instead, we are out TRYING TO MAKE OUR OWN MONEY, when we should be making our Blackman feel needed, by depending on him to give us money, instead of trying to prove that we DON’T need him and unnecessarily suffering the same rejection and hardships as he.

Again, Allah created us to be a helpmate. We can offer the most help to the Blackman by being the feminine, beautiful Creatures, Created by Allah to give Heaven, Joy and Happiness to the Blackman. We should revel in this most essential role and try to be the BEST at it. This is our nature.

Many women are single mothers and have to work outside the home. This cannot be helped. These women should still cultivate and perfect proper homemaking skills, so when her husband comes along, she will be qualified to fulfill her Natural Role as Homemaker.

Once we accept our Natural and Proper Role as Homemakers, we can live a heavenly, balanced, harmonious life, as one with our provider/leader/husband and build happy, peaceful and productive families. There will never be peace in a house wherein the man and woman are not living according to their own natural roles.

When I was in my twenties, I went roller skating with a Brother and I was racing him and he could barely even skate. It really opened my eyes when an older Sister approached him and helped him skate.

At the time, I was angry, but not really. I felt more enlightened than anything. I know it changed the way I looked at my role because I never forgot it. I don’t think she was trying to take him from me because she made sure I saw her. If you’re reading this Sister, THANK-YOU. That was love.

I must add, when it comes to roles, we must also draw the line in physical appearance too. This wicked society has gotten so far from the Love and Worship of Allah that they can turn a man into a woman and a woman into a man.

It started with men growing their hair long like women. The older generation objected to this but apparently not strongly enough. Probably because they couldn’t put their finger on precisely WHY it was wrong.

Next came the earring. This was also controversial, but the novelty overrided the objections and over time, men started acting more feminine in line with the newly acquired feminine physical characteristics.

This, coupled with the addition of homosexuality teachings in schools and the advent of “homophobia” in society has made today’s generation okay with homosexuality and transsexuals.

The only way to correct this trend is to draw a sharp line between the physical appearance of the sexes as there was in the beginning.

Women wear long hair and earrings.
Men cut their hair.

Women wear dresses and skirts.
Men wear pants.

This is the way you tell the sexes apart.

Yes, Dear Brothers and Sisters, my Grandmother never wore a pair of pants in her life. We have to be this extreme in our gender roles to reform from this wicked tendency of homosexuality and return to our nature.

There is nothing grosser than seeing a woman from a distance and getting closer and discovering she’s really a man!!!

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The Asiatic Blackwoman in America

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In The Most Holy and Righteous Name of Allah, Master Fard Muhammad,

The Beneficent, The Most Merciful

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic* Black Sisters,

I pray Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, these words find you in the Best of Health and Enjoying Inexplicable Joy and Happiness. I am Happy to Write that I am Blessed to be Experiencing the Same. I Thank Allah!

Dear Sisters, I am humbled and honored and immensely thankful to Allah, that you have taken the time to view my blog. In Sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah), you will find it useful and informative and give you some insight into that which has been held back from you for 400 years. During this unfortunate time, your one and only teacher has been your open enemy – your former slavemaster – who forcibly captured your foreparents from their homes and people in Asia and Africa and brought them to this country to be their slaves and concubines, where they were free to practice every evil imaginable upon our poor mothers and grandmothers and who continue to practice even worse evils and cruelty upon us today.

But Al Hamdulillah! (All Praise is due to Allah!), The Truth Shall Make You Free.

The JESUS taught us that the Truth shall make us free, but failed to teach us WHAT Truth it is that will make us free! The Truth that shall make us free is The Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of The Last and Greatest Messenger of Allah, who was raised up from among us to teach us the KNOWLEDGE, WISDOM AND UNDERSTANDING that will place us on Top of Civilization. That truth can be found in the premier book of Knowledge of Self for the Black Nation in the Wilderness of North America – Message to the Blackman written by The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) . You can read it for free by clicking this link.

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Our former slavemasters inflicted every cruelty imaginable upon our poor ancestors and continue to treat us just as bad! We must recognize them as our enemies and then and only then can we move forward.

My Sisters, if you are having trouble accepting your former slavemaster as your enemy, it is probably because he taught you the organized religion of Christianity, which falsely teaches: “Love your enemy.”

Dear Sisters, this is an addition to the Bible that the slavemaster added, to make his slaves harmless! This way, they would not fight back against the terror inflicted upon them, by whom? Their enemy – The Slavemasters!

All while the slavemasters were beating and killing, murdering and raping us, at the same time they were teaching us that God wanted us to love them, while they were doing this evil to us! Who can love her enemy? It is against the very nature of men and even beasts to love their enemy. God doesn’t even love his enemy! (Malachi 1:2,3 Romans 9:13). It is a sin and a shame that we were made so humble and meek toward the very people whom God hates.

It has been around 100 years since the slavemaster began to allow his slaves to read the poison Bible, and his brainwashed Black Preachers thoroughly instilled in the slaves the false doctrine to love their enemies. This lie has been handed down from generation to generation and many of us will put our lives on it! Beloved Sister, unless you stop loving your former slavemasters and recognize them as your enemy, you will never be free.

You may say, “Those white people are dead. We must move on and forgive.”

Dear Sisters, here is where Knowledge of Self, God and the Devil becomes so imperative towards just that…. Moving on….

Only a thorough Knowledge of Self, God and the Devil allows one to successfully advance. The Blackwoman cannot move forward unless she knows her history. We MUST know History in order to Build a Prosperous Future of Unlimited Progress for our Nation.

And I’m not talking about American History nor even World History that has been taught to us in school.

We Must Know History as taught to us by the Originator of the Universe – Allah in Person, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is Due Forever.

We cannot look to the slavemaster or his kind to teach us History. The Blackman is the Original Man. The Blackman is the only man who was created by The Creator.  Prior to 6,000 years ago, every one on Earth was Black. Every other race was made from that Aboriginal Black Nation. The whiteman did not come with the creation! The whiteman was made from the Blackman.

Therefore, we cannot look to the white race to teach us a thorough Knowledge of History. A baby (the white race) cannot tell the story of his birth nor what took place before his birth. Once we have a thorough Knowledge of history, we will be better informed concerning the future and can consequently, live a better present.

Beloved Sisters, your condition in the Hells of North America is worse than any other people in the history of the Planet! Our wretched condition has been brought about by slavery, suffering and finally death.

We are in a condition that no one has been able to remedy for as long as we have been in the Western Hemisphere. Many have tried, but no one will ever be successful without Divine Intervention. Our unique situation requires the attention, sympathy, mercy, and forgiveness from such a Great One as God in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is Due Forever.

This Blog, In Sha Allah, will point you in the right direction towards Salvation, Redemption and Heaven on Earth which can only come through the Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him).

Are you prepared to accept the Divine Solution, Dear Sister? The ONLY Solution to the horrific problems facing the Blackwoman of America? In Sha Allah, through this Blog, Our Saviour and Redeemer, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is Due Forever, Will Open your Eyes, Ears, and Heart to the Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding of The Divine Supreme Wisdom Truth brought to you through His Divine Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him).

* “ASIATIC” refers to the entire Planet Earth.

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(*Sisters, please do not confuse The Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad [Peace Be Upon Him] with those of Louis Farrakhan, who should be shunned. Farrakhan and his followers are NOT the Nation of Islam. I repeat, LOUIS FARRAKHAN AND HIS FOLLOWERS ARE NOT THE NATION OF ISLAM.)

K-12

Bismillah

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Bebies!!!

K-12.com is a homeschooling website that gives you the benefit of a quality education for your child away from the distractions and detriments that come with public school.

You can educate your child under your own careful supervision with the same curriculum but at your own pace and on your own schedule.

Take your child out of the devils’ school and away from the devils who only invite them to indecency and filth.

And by all means supplement their curriculum with our own Black History!!!

Ask them if they still give out computers!!!

Bones

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters

So, when I was in the hospital, I got the chance to play Dominoes with some Louisianians, and believe me when I tell you that they know how to play.

They play FIFTEEN to get in!

FIFTEEN!!!

That’s a whole ‘nother game.

AND THEY DON’T COUNT NICKELS!!!

I LOVED IT!!!

I had to change my whole game. But I still beat ’em. All except for this one O/G who had spent eight (8) years in Angola and he told me, “All we ever did was play Dominoes – from the time we woke up until we went to sleep.” He told me how they would have to climb the ranks of the Domino table. But I’m not gonna tell ya’ll how.😉❤

I could beat him when there was a group of us but not head to head. I love a challenge. He made me step my game up. After I played day and night with this other Brother [I helped him step his game up😉 ] I was finally able to beat him. Allahu Akbar!!!!

So, last year when I was in NOLA, I had no cash, no ATM card (so no access to my money in the bank), no I.D., and no ticket to get back home. I ended up in the hospital and the good people in The Big Easy found me a way to get back to L.A.!!!!!! Allahu Akbar!!!! (Allah is The Greatest)

This time, I had decided I wanted to live here, and didn’t want to go back home to L.A., so when I ended up in the hospital again, I told Allah I want to live in The Treme’ – NO WHERE ELSE!!!!

And what did the good people in The Big Easy do for me this time, you ask???

They found me a place right on the outskirts of The Treme’!!!!!

Yes, Yes Ya’ll, I am no longer homeless.

I am living in a Transitional Independent Living House in the Seventh Ward, right next to the Sixth (Treme’) and I am walking (a long walk) from Armstrong Park and The “Quotah.” So, I couldn’t be happier.

My place has an infestation of roaches, but I talked to the owner and she said she would get some Borax so that should be taken care of soon. I’ve also seen two bed bugs, which is two too many, so I’m looking to transition soon. Next spot will be in the heart of The Treme’ إن شاء الله In Sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah)

I wrote a poem.

WATER IN THE AIR

H2O -> O2

Humidity

Rises From The Sea

Atmosphere traps droplets that

Rain Back Down On Me

Hot Currents

So Fresh

So New

Nothing Like L.A.

So Much More Here To Do

To Experience

HOT RAIN

Never Felt Before

Never Want To Leave

الله أكب

Allah Has Really Slowed Me Down to a N.O. Tempo

I mean I don’t even feel it (the slowness) anymore. I’m loving the music. The food. Even the corny tailgate parties probably won’t irk me anymore.

Oh, and Delaney, Bruh…..

How could you just leave and not say Goodbye??? Brother, that really hurt, I mean we had a few “near-misses” and I can’t believe you were THAT mad that you could leave without saying goodbye, KNOWING that we will probably NEVER see each other again in life. I know I play too much, but DAMN, GINA! Seriously? I would give you my number, but there’s really no point. You know why. I get it. Maybe you thought there was no point in saying goodbye. I need closure though.
I hate loose ends.

Anyway, on another note, one day for Karoake Friday in Music Group, I sang a coupla numbers by Ella and Pops and acted like I was a lounge singer during the break (“You guys enjoying the show?” “Anybody from outta town?” LOL) just fooling around, ya know? (Oh, in NOLA, the boys say, “Ya heard me?” and the girls say “Hear?” It’s sooooooo cute. I gotta be a cute NOLA girl and start saying, “Heah?” Heah? 🙂 ) Anyway, FOUR people came up to me afterwards and told me how good a singer I am!!! And I was just fooling around!!!
One Brother told me he thought I was the recording!

الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ عَلَى كُلِّ حَالٍ


I’M BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!! :)

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Asisatic Black Sisters and Brothers!!!!

I GUESS YA’LL WONDER WHERE I’VE BEEN…..😉 #imsonola (“Ya’ll”🙂 )

I’ve been in the hospital since the 9th.

Yup.

And I don’t think I’ve written anything about “Rawlins” since I got here on the Second.

Wait.

I think I remember writing about the Essence Fest.

Anyway, I got to see my Mellow, Brother Corey Henry LIVE!!!!!!

And as much as I LOVE the c.d……

LIVE IS EVEN BETTER!!!!!!

My man blew the roof off with that bone!!!! He did my favorite song, “Treme’ Lyfe” first and I was in Seventh Heaven.

SIXTH Heaven, rather.😉

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I was disappointed because he has devils in his band, but I’m used to it now, which is a very, very, very sad commentary on the state of Black affairs.

WE SHOULD LOVE EACH OTHER MORE THAN THAT.😥

Next, I gotta tell you about his electric violin player. He reminded me so much of my son (He wears glasses😉 )

But his solos were legendary. He was also the first member of the band to arrive, which communicated his enthusiasm, as well as, his professionalism as a musician.

The trumpet player took us off on a tangent reminiscent of Mr. Marsalis when he started playing classical trumpet at the end of one of the numbers.

Mr. Henry wanted me to pick up the tambourine again, to bring him back on track, but I LOVE classical trumpet, so I said, respectfully, “No, Sir.

(Sorry, Mr. Bossman.)

He didn’t leave Mr. Henry out tho, I mean, he IS the bandleader and he was right there in the  pocket with him. I loved the whole thing!

But my second favorite moment was when they did a Second-Line version of The Duke’s “It Don’t Mean A Thing” and my man did Ella’s “Boo-Wop” instead of the traditional and much more common “Doo-Wop.”

Thanks, Mr. Henry, I know that was for me.❤❤❤

My MOST favorite moment of the evening was the LAST number, wherein Cory, the percussionist and the trumpet player, sang in IMPECCABLE 3-part harmony some song. I forgot it now, but In Sha Allah, when I go tomorrow, they’ll sing it again. Maybe, I can get some video. In sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah).

But their harmony was beautiful and right on point.

Oh, and to demonstrate how supportive the Treme’ family is, Corey let this young cat ([17 years-old] who I had heard earlier that day at a birthday party for Mrs. Marion [88 years old] in the Treme’) get on the proverbial M.I.C.

I also heard the same young cat the next day, when I followed this Bass Drum player (of The Kinsfolk Brass Band) to a wedding reception [I crashed]😉 . They had a Second-Line all through the “Quotah.

So, how did I end up in the hospital????

Well, I stayed one night in this inexpensive hotel ($54) but the rest of the time I’ve been on the streets – not trippin’!!! – I mean, there’s always something to do in NOLA and all I need is to rest my body and my eyes every coupla days and I’m GUCCI, as they say in the Dutty.

THE LIBRARY IS ABOUT TO CLOSE!!!!

MORE MANANA

CHECK BACK!!!!

PART DEUCE

So one morning I went to the Treme’ and I found an open apartment that somebody trying to get me to sell my soul to the devil Caucasians led me to. It was obviously for people in need of a place to stay because there were laminated cards saying stuff like “Please replace the toilet paper if necessary ” and “Please don’t leave empty bottles” and whatnot.

But I did not feel right so I posted on the stoop.

So, time goes on, Oh! I almost forgot. While I was looking around the apt. I saw some FBI Agents out the window downstairs on the street. That spooked me quite a bit because technically I was trespassing.

So, I went downstairs, closed the door, and acted like it was my crib.

You know I’m nosy so when the agents finished talking to this Sister in an SUV, I waved to her like we’ve been neighbors for years and the agents came over to talk to me.

I asked them what was up.

They said they had gotten a tip that someone who had robbed a bank in Richmond was in the area.

They showed me his picture.

I wouldn’t have told them if I did know him (“Thank you for not snitching.”)

I asked how much money did he get away with.

They wouldn’t tell.

So, when that was over, I started noticing how many tours were coming down the street. So far, I had seen three bicycle tours; two of those standing two-wheel scooter thing tours; three van tours; and one one walking tour. This just in about four hours.

So these two shuttle buses slow down to about five miles an hour before they turn on to my block. All the windows are blacked out and all I can picture is a bunch of devils snapping pictures of the “porch monkeys” like we’re in some kind of ZOO!!!!!!

I WAS LIVID!!!! So I flip them two birds arms length looking dead at those tinted windows.

TWO BUSES!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!

So, they pass but I’m talking to one of my Zawji’s Doppelgängers and getting hotter by the  second.

So The Treme’ is the oldest Black neighborhood in the United Snakes and it is EXTREMELY RICH in culture. And there’s this museum on my block celebrating The Treme’s rich cultural history.

Now, I was there on Thursday for Mrs. Marion’s birthday party. That was where I first met Corey. He grew up down the street from Mrs. Marion and he and my other bebies came out and played for her birthday. I asked him if he was having a birthday party (the 14th. It was the 7th). He said probably at his weekly gig. That’s when I realized it was that night too, so that’s when I saw him perform again frfr.

The next night (Friday, the 8th) was the reception and Second-Line in the Quarter.

Saturday morning was when all this stuff happened.

So when I was there on Friday day, I went to the museum and loved it. There is information on the Mardi Gras Indians, the Brass Bands and other societies. All I could think about was our posterity. But there were nothing but devils in there and for some reason the owner DID NOT LIKE ME.

All while I’m loving him because he was a journalist and had collected all of this memorabilia after decades of covering everything happening in The Treme’!!!

He had generations of old cameras and press passes and you know that’s my specialty. So, I’m going out of my way trying to get to talk to him and he’s avoiding me like the plague!!!

So Saturday, I’m so pissed off now I’m throwing stuff (glass bottles and scissors and whatever else I can get my hands on) at every devil that walks in front of my stoop, especially the tours. I’m yelling “DON’T COME BACK!!!” and I heard one of the tour guides apologizing and saying, “This has never happened before!” And I was like “Well, get used to it”

So, then here come the museum owner in his little get around scooter telling me to leave the devils (his customers) alone.

Now, there are some Black people who love devils for certain privileges. This was one of them. Mrs. Marion too. We got into it a coupla times. I’ll never forget she told me don’t let my religion make me think I’m better than white people. LOLOLOL I KNOW IM BETTER THAN WHITE PEOPLE!!!!

Anyway, so Sylvester starts getting all up in my grill so I threw this 64 ounce bottle of ice in his face and we started fighting.

I stabbed him in the hand with my ink pen and he started having an asthma attack LOL Old goat!!!!

Anyway, somebody called the police and THAT’S how I ended up in the hospital AGAIN….

 

 

NOLA AGAIN!!!!

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaam-Alaikum Ma Bebies!!!!🙂

MY LAST DAY IN “THE A”

GOT TO SAY “GOODBYE” TO THE HOMIE.

I was scared I was going to have to leave without saying, “Bye”

When I left L.A., I was so emotional, my roommate caught me crying. (Hey, P!) And I didn’t want to go through that again. But it was different this time. Idky. But I didn’t want to just up and leave without saying goodbye, like I did when I left L.A. Then, I just left. It felt too permanent, saying goodbye, so I just kinda snuck out without telling anybody.

This time, I felt so empty, like I would’ve been missing something if I didn’t get to say goodbye I would’ve been really REALLY missing something. CLOSURE. I guess.

So, I’m really happy about that.

I took the Megabus to NOLA!!!!!

I LOVE IT HERE!

I LOVE THEIR ACCENTS EVEN MORE THAN NYC ACCENTS!!! And the gold teeth!!!! Ikr? When it’s done right, I think, it can be really cool.

I finally had a heart to heart with a Brother from the A.

OMG, why did I get kicked out the program???!!!!

I am not one to behave like a sheep. I can’t stand people bossing me around or telling me what to do, and that’s all they do there. SHEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!!!

I AIN’T THE ONE!

So, when I wouldn’t go to bed when everybody else single filed to their respective bedrooms, homegirl called the police on me. I was so through, I just didn’t say nothing and they took me to the hospital.

It was aight. NO has the best psych ward I’ve ever seen. Most hospitals’ psych wards are so dismal and depressing looking, you would think it wasn’t even part of the hospital. I don’t know WHY they do that. As if psych patients weren’t already mentally depressed, they house us in facilities that are dirty, and rundown and dismal and DEPRESSING.

In NO, I had a view of a waterfall, huge windows of the skyline and it was peaceful.

Anyway, I met a Muslim Brother and he was so animated and lively. I LOVED talking to him. Brothers from the A have a cool accent too.

It was the first time anybody called me “SHAWTY”😀 I LOVED THAT TOO.

❤❤❤

So, when I got out the hospital, the Security AND one of the Techs broke me off with some dividends!!!! $20 each. Which was hella cool cause I was kinda broke. SHUKRAN IKHWAN!!!! WA RAHMATUALLA WA BARAKATU!!!!

So, when I got out the hospital, Allah Told Me it was time for me to leave the A, I just had to decide where to go. For a while, I was really considering going to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I read they have a shelter for Muslims and My Zawji❤❤❤ went to Florida not too long ago.

I always end up following him.

Then, I was thinking about going to NYC, cause I met this Buster LOL Rhymes  doppel from Queens and he made me want to go out there to meet Rakim or somebody with equal swag.

But there’s no place like NEW ORLEANS.

THE MUSIC PERIOD.

I told my Sister, “If I’m going to be homeless, I want to be homeless somewhere FUN!!!

THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING TO DO IN NEW ORLEANS.

And I had planned on being out here for the Essence Music Fest, but I thought it was in late July or August.

Why did I arrive in town during the Fest???

Allah is The Best Planner.

I didn’t go to any shows because I found out MAXWELL had performed the night before I arrived in town, and nobody else compares, so I just enjoyed the fringe activities.

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MY LAST DAY IN THE A – PART TWO

I got to see the REAL ATLANTA, where the Black Folks live.

I spent my entire month in the A downtown, in FIVE POINTS, my second home, New Orleans is my first home. But Five Points is where I was living.

When I got in town, I thought I was going to get an apartment, or a weekly, or even a shelter, but Allah Had other plans. He wants me to experience homelessness and what a vast majority of Black people are going through.

It helps me relate better to them.

But, one night I watched a GMOB video, and I was like “that’s” the Atlanta I wanna see – the Atlanta where Black folks live. I hadn’t seen nothing but drug dealers, crack heads, hoes, pimps, homeless people and the uppity Black folks that work downtown and love devils. Oh and of course, the Muslims.

(Hey KeKe, Lanyah, Kimmie and Kahleelah!!!! I miss you guys sooooo much!!!!!!!!! Next time I see you, In sha Allah, I want to see you all in LONG SKIRTS! You can keep your kicks, like me. Don’t give your Dad a hard time and go easy on the old bats at the Masjid. I’m making DUA for your Mom and T.T. too.🙂❤ السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته)

But when I saw that video, I started trying to see a RESIDENTIAL neighborhood, you know HOUSES. I had seen a few, but it didn’t look like where GMOB shot their video. So, I took a busride and ended up in BUCKHEAD. (I know, they got some crazy names outchea. Some good ones like “Sweet Auburn,” “Augusta” and “Peachtree” but Buckhead? Anyway, I had heard that that was where the rich Atlanta celebrities like Ush and JD live, so I wanted to see that area.

It was bigger than I expected, but it was a rich WHITE neighborhood. I was expecting a rich BLACK neighborhood.

So I was still on the hunt.

So anyway, Allah Had Been Signaling me to buy a camera. So, when I was in the hospital a brother told me about a pawn shop where I could get one for cheap and they guarantee all their stuff.

So, when I got my check, MY LAST DAY IN THE “A”, I headed out to this pawn shop.

It was on Campbellton Road, which is where everybody told me there were TWO Nation of Islam mosques, so I was hoping I would get to see those two, but I had no idea what Allah Had in store for me.

I get on this bus, right? From off the train, and I saw this like huge area of about a half-acre of nothing but TREES!!!!!! I was like “Okay…” and I asked this Brother, who I had just asked was this S.W.A.T.S (SOUTHWEST ATLANTA) that GMOB is always talking about, “What is that?” He said, “SWATS.” I was like OMG!!!!! Why are there like huge areas with nothing but TREES, like right on the sidewalk (if there was a sidewalk) LOL

I was just busting up laughing to myself. I could not believe there were so many TREES and shrubbery and whatnot, like RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!

Where I’m from, you have to drive for hours to see something like that and they have them right next door or even in their backyard. All I could think about was how much FUN it must be to be a child and live somewhere like that.

So, as soon as the bus got to the end of the line, I headed straight for them TREES. I HAD to get into them. It was wonderful. I had on all white, some fresh new white shelltoes, but I didn’t care!

I was hitting them TREES. (Pun intended)😀 j/k
Muslims don’t smoke.

To say I loved it out there in those trees would be an understatement.

I am so grateful to have been able to see that on my LAST DAY IN THE “A.”

ALLAHU AKBAR!

AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM

I have more to write, but time is up on the computer.

Check back tomorrow, In Sha Allah….

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MY LAST DAY IN THE A – PART THREE

Okay, so after I left the forest of TREES, I was returning to the bus depot and one of the bus drivers called out to me. So, I stopped. I was going to get on his bus anyway, to escape the heat, but I saw the bus I needed behind him so I was going to keep walking if he hadn’t said something.

So, I looked and at first I thought he was one of my husband’s – THE KING’S – doppels, then I looked again and it was my Brother from THE SAME FATHER (ALLAH, WHO CAME IN THE DIVINE PERSON OF MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM BE PRAISED FOREVER) JOOOOOOEEEEE!!!!!!!

I could not believe it!!!!

He and his family moved out to the A in 2006 and I have not talked to him since. His wife is my cousin but things have not been right between us since our friends and family gave her a going-away party and didn’t invite me.
(SO-CALLED FRIENDS AND FAMILY)

It’s some other stuff too that I don’t want to put out here but I called her twice and she called me once but I felt like, no, WAIT, she didn’t call me, she commented on one of my poems on FB.😥 And I felt like she was only trying to let everybody know she knew me. And I was straight.

But Joe.

They met each other through me and my then boyfriend. And they’ve been married for about twenty years or more.

My father and my son were in the A at the same time, but out of all the people in my family, I ran into my cousin-in-law, the good Brother, Joe. Allahu Akbar!!!

We talked for awhile and I was so happy to see him. He looked good. Older and more mature but happy and healthy. And he told me my son got to reunite with his cousin, who is just one day older than him.

They are Yahya and Isa.

My son still relates the “now” funny story about when the Farrakhaners forgot he and his cousin were in the Mosque and locked them in. SMH They were three years old.

Me and my cousin were waiting for the Brothers to drop them off for like hours, not knowing our babies had been locked in the Mosque and were about to be left there to fend for themselves. My son told me they were yelling and banging but one of the Farrakhaners forgot his Quran and other books, and that’s the only reason they got out.

My son can tell the story better, but that was a RED FLAG.

I ignored it.

Another RED FLAG was when I was over my cousins house watching a Farrkhan video and he appeared to have horns like a devil.

I told my cousin what I saw but we just laughed it off.

F.O.R.E.S.H.A.D.O.W.I.N.G……..

So, anyway, Joe gave me his phone number. But I don’t really have anything to say. He looked goo and that was good enough for me. Our children can keep in touch, In sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah). He was reading one of Farrakhan’s newspapers and asked me if I had been to the Mosque. So, I can’t agree with him. When he asked those questions, I dismissed myself before we got into an argument.

He said he had recognized me from a distance, that’s why he called out to me. He still called me by my birth name and I didn’t even correct him. I think because my Zawji still calls me that. BUT NOBODY ELSE better call me that ever again. JOE, MY NAME IS LOVE.

~ LOVE ALLAH

AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT.

Dr. K

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Ebenezer Baptist Church (Atlanta, Georgia)

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Sisters and Brothers of The Asiatic Black Nation of the Planet Earth

Practically, ever since I alighted in Atlanta, everyone has been asking me if I’ve been to the Dr. King Memorial.

I, actually, had zero interest in going to see anything memorializing integration and the humiliation my people suffered begging in vain for equal rights from our heartless and merciless slavemasters.

But I didn’t have anything to do today. So, someone had told me they have a food giveaway near there on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I thought “What the hell?

So, I was told to take the streetcar from Woodruff Park and ask the conductor where to alight. But, I didn’t have any money (cash) and I have a personal vendetta against paying for public transportation in a country where I pay taxes. So, I decided to put my healthy, strong legs to use and started walking.

It was a little after 8:00 this morning, so there were very few businesses open. And that was exactly how I like it. I get to explore freely without anybody judging and questioning what I’m doing there. I LOVE EXPLORING.

So, I followed the train tracks and livestreamed on FB. You can see the videos (what I got) on my profile. For some inexplicable reason, Allah does not let me videotape when I REALLY want to videotape something. Okay, He Just Let Me Know, He Wants Me To Buy A REAL CAMERA.

I haven’t had one since I videotaped my husband 17 years ago.

I suddenly lost interest.🙂

❤❤❤

It’s time tho.

Anyway, my camera kept cutting off and if I’m anything, I’m persistent, so I kept trying.

I was just walking, taking in the sights. I started down Washington❤❤❤ (my husband’s last name) since I’ve never gone down that street and saw Georgia State University. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s in the heart of downtown. The buildings look like they could be office buildings. I’ve been to a lot of colleges and universities and I’ve NEVER seen one like this. There is absolutely no continuity. Every other institute of higher learning is located on it’s own plot of land, whereas you know when you’ve entered the campus and you know when you’ve left. This school is scattered all around downtown.

And, the design of this city is also unlike any other city I’ve ever visited. You know the main attraction is Underground Atlanta. Well, not only is this mall underground, but the whole city practically is underground. As I walked, I was underground about fifty percent of the time. It is so unusual. You can enter a building at street level and it looks like there is one floor above it, but if you walk around the side of the building, you’ll see that there are five more floors beneath the surface!!!

America was built by Freemasons and everything is placed where it is for a reason. There is a reason why the founders of Georgia chose Atlanta for the location of their capitol. I have excellent navigational skills and it’s tricky for even me.

So, I was walking and this Brother entered a building right in front of me, so I was like, “Okay”, and I followed him in. There were pictures of Black people at the concert hall across the street from the forties. I love old pictures of Black People and their daily lives. So, I filmed the photos and went through the foyer and the parking lot was on the other side.

These buildings!

I was expecting a reception area and an elevator to take you up to the units. But a parking lot! With lower floors, of course.

So, I’m seeing signs saying “Freedom Walk” identifying historical landmarks and I noticed this building (btw, I still can’t get over all of these brick buildings. I’m from L.A. and the first thing I think about are earthquakes, then I remember Atlanta doesn’t have earthquakes, at least not yet.) So, this building was built in 1913 and was the largest concert hall for Black people in the South. Let me google it. Oh yes, the street was called “SWEET AUBURN” Isn’t that the most delicious sounding street ever???!!!!😀

I went to a store because I saw these two Brothers standing outside, called Sweet Auburn Groceries. Turns out the Brothers were from New Orleans. I know Allah Wants Me To Go To New Orleans when I leave here. I’m procrastinating calling my landlord telling him, I’m not coming home. He sounded so happy when I called. Allah Makes Me So Unpredictable and Spontaneous. It’s fun for me, but aggravating to people who have to deal with me.:/

Anyway, I go in the building and it was absolutely beautiful. It had a marble floor, walls and staircases. Antiques, stained glass windows of jazz musicians and black artwork. I eased past the security guard and went in the souvenir store. They had Atlanta key chains, but I don’t have any keys. That was the only thing I would have wanted.

Then I was wandering around and found a spot where I could eat the boiled eggs I had bought from the Sweet Auburn Groceries and why was one of them burnt????😛 I mean really, have you ever heard of a burnt boiled egg??? LOL I hadn’t but I love eggs and was curious as to how it would taste. It was actually very good, had a “blackened” taste.😛

I went to Waffle House one morning and ordered a couple of boiled eggs and I know they were trying to be mean and gave them to me undone, but they were O-SO GOOD!!!!!!!

I’m going to make them like that every time I boil them. Think an over-easy yolk in a boiled egg. It was so good!!! I love the warm, runny yolk in over-easy eggs and these were the same thing BUT in a boiled egg. So yummy!!!!

So, I found a storage room with electrical outlets, where I could charge my almost dead phone, so I stayed there about two hours and then came out.

By then, the businesses were open, but I didn’t care, I started videotaping because when I came in, my phone was dead.

So, I’m ignoring the white people working in the building, thinking this is an historical landmark of Black history, just loving it, then this foreign Black lady comes up and starts harassing me. Of course, she didn’t understand being a foreigner, all she cared about was her white master. I thought it was interesting that she was preoccupied with the fact that I was wearing white gloves. I didn’t even know what to say. It’s so ordinary for me.

So, she chased me out and I started videotaping the outside, which was the part SHE told me was the historical part and she kept “bovvering” me (hey Trevor😛 ) Next thing I know she asks her white master if she could use his camera to videotape me!

So, I HAD to get the Black faces in the outer designs of the building. I really need a real camera because the iphone doesn’t allow you to zoom in. Can you believe that???!!!! That is so frustrating!!!

So, then I go around the corner and cross the street and she’s standing on the corner still videotaping me, so I feel like messing with her now. So, I bumrush her and flip her the bird. But, check this out, there was an open door next to the general entrance, so you know I had to go in.

It was an office building. The ground floor had a Mexican restaurant and I casually walked past the cooks and into the interior of the building. I saw an elevator with the door open so, remembering what had happened at Death Row, I got on. Then I thought about how the building was in repairs and thought better of it. I got back off and took the stairs.

Whenever I enter a new building, I always have to go to the top floor, preferably the roof. So, I climbed the marble stairs six flights up a dimly lit and creepy stairway but when I got to the top floor why was it an old nightclub with a jacuzzi???

It was so dope! I should’ve stayed, but this program I’m in be trippin. Oh yeah, and when I went in the kitchen, I heard a beep and saw a security system, so I broke out. I didn’t want to get caught by the police because I had unknowingly tripped an alarm, and get taken to jail for trespassing like in New Orleans.:/ I’ve got ten more days here, In sha Allah, I can spend them all as a free woman.

But that nightclub was so plush and intimate, AND ON THE ROOF! I was in Heaven! It had a plush decorative rug around a small wooden dance floor. A kitchen that was still partly stacked. There was leather loveseats, I think and another side that I can’t remember what it looks like but there was a beautiful clock that I would have lifted if I had a place to put it.:/ That Jacuzzi was so inviting, reminded me of the time, me and my husband were in the Jacuzzi in Hollywood when the Dungeon Family was in town. ATL!

So, I’m walking and it’s starting to get hot, so I came up on a little corner park with a big statue of M.L.’s face. (That’s what his sister said they used to call Martin Luther King, Jr.) I wanted to sit in the shade though, so I looked around and noticed some parkbenches under some shade trees.

There was a Sister laying down on one, the others were occupied by Brothers. So, I took a seat on the end of the bench where the Sister was laying. She looked up and I just greeted her and started freeing up some data on my phone so, I could take a picture of the statue.

Now, you guys know, I am the most vociferous opponent of the “Sleepytime Down South” mentality by Pops, but stg, that was the most peaceful and relaxing feeling I have ever felt in my life!!!

It was intoxicating. The breeze alone seemed to whisper, “Just sit here a little while...” And the cool of the shade felt so good after walking in the heat of the Sun. I completely understand how one can sit the whole day on a park bench under the shade of a tree. I had to tear myself away, but not after I dallied the first time I felt the urge to move on. I got up the second time.

I don’t think cityfolk will ever understand the feeling unless they feel it for themselves. There was like an unspoken consciousness felt between all of us sitting there. Four of the six of us were sleep. But there was no judgment. It was the natural thing to do.

This white man walked by on the phone, trying to make us feel like we should be working, but nobody paid attention to him. He kept walking and stood inside the empty head of Dr. King. I thought that was symbolic and tried to take a picture, but my camera!!! Argh!!!

So, I saw a streetcar, telling me which direction to travel, so I started walking again. I passed a Black restaurant and it looked busy, but when I tried the door, it was locked. I think they knew I didn’t have any money. At least, that I knew of.

Then I saw an alley with graffiti on the walls and I love Graff, so I entered it and there was a restaurant next door, but I knew it was owned by devils by the music. Allah Told me to sit down even though I didn’t feel like I needed to. I think subconsciously, I just didn’t want to deal with devils. But I must submit to my Maker.

So, uncomfortably I sat down and tried to enjoy the sound of the water from the fountain. It was hotter than when I was standing in the shade. And I hated the music.

Sure enough, I hadn’t been sitting one minute, when this devil woman comes out. I didn’t say anything, then she says can I get you a menu? I said, Okay. But I knew I wasn’t going to order from them. There are too many Black owned businesses I can patronize. So, I got up to leave, and she came out and saw me leaving.

So, I saw a Jamaican restaurant and they had a picture of a meat patty on the window and I love Jamaican food, but those patties taste pasty. I can’t.

Next door to the restaurant was an African Imports store Nyabinghi something, so you know I couldn’t walk by without going in.

There was a Rasta looking elder man and a clearly African-American woman and I could’ve sworn there was a child, but I might be mistaken because when I left there were just those two.

So, I’m looking around and I didn’t like most of the stuff. Too tribal or voodoun, but he had a box of walking sticks. And Allah Told me to pick out this one, so I did. And then the man comes out from this door and told me they were just for decoration. I said, “No, this is for walking.” It was the perfect size for me. I LOVED IT. But I didn’t have any money.

The handle was something like this

But it narrowed down to a very slim and feminine point like this.

Holding that joint felt very right and exact.

I think he felt how the people in NOLA felt about me being a Voodou Queen, because he went by the counter and stood in front of a basket of cowrie shells, very protectively and I could read his mind, “They are money.” Of course, I knew that already.

So, when he finally moved, I started grabbing the shells and letting them slip between my gloved fingers. I asked him where they came from? The beach? He said you have to dig down deep to get them now.

I picked out a couple artificial ones and I know he was impressed.

So, I kept looking around and I saw a basket of crystals, and I was trying to decide which one I should pick up, when I saw something so interesting. I picked it up and it was a beautiful pearlessence shell with an engraving on it. Let me see if I can find a picture. If not I’ll take one, In sha Allah.

Okay, I kinda knew I wouldn’t be able to find a picture. He said they came from the NILE. And I could pick one and have it for myself. He had four. One looked like a hieroglyphic lion, but it was little. I really liked it and almost regret that I didn’t choose that one. The one I chose was of a couple and my name is LOVE, all I ever think about is my Honey-Stick, so you know I chose that one. I forgot what the other two were. Let me try and take a picture.  Okay, I don’t have any space on my iphone.

Allah REALLY WANTS me to buy a REAL CAMERA.

HE IS NOT PLAYING.

The shell is beautiful though. The people have Eurocentric features though. Maybe that’s why He Doesn’t Want Me To Take The Picture.

It has a tiny hole on top so I can make it into a necklace if I will.

So, I happen to notice the tracks turn the corner and there’s this big brick church and I’m wondering if I’ve finally made it and I turn another corner and see the neon sign.

ebenezer neon

All I could think was, is this the church where those four little Black girls got blown up?

But I asked the whiteman at the front desk and he said that that was in Bombingham.

Then I asked if they still have services there.

He said they built another church across the street where they have services. This one was a museum now.

So, he tried to direct me up the stairs to the sanctuary, but there was a Black family headed downstairs, so you know I go where the action is, and I igged him and followed the family downstairs. I gave the mother one of my fliers and some more people then I noticed the stage. They had set up a monitor with a video of M.L.’s sister. I think they may have been twins. Let me Google it. Okay, no they weren’t twins, but she made it seem like they were in the same class in college.

Anyway, she said King used sing in the choir when he was young. But not only that, he was the SOLOIST!

That was really profound to me, being a singer.

I was really glad I had come.

Music was a big part of their family. His mother played the organ at Ebenezer and directed the choir. She was killed when a madman entered the church in 1974 and overturned the organ on her during a shooting spree.

So, I’ve been seeing more doppelgangers than usual. I have to be strong. I want the real McCoy.

One of them’s name is McCoy.

And they all are named Jamal or RJ or Dre or some J name or something that rhymes with J.

I didn’t go see the actual memorial of him and Coretta (she sang in the choir too). Too sad.

But I saw a picture and it’s in the middle of a little enclosed pool.

So, I leave and there’s a little neighborhood store I knew was Black-owned, so I went to see how I could support. There were two Muslim Brothers in there. I didn’t know they were Muslim at first, but one of them had on a hat with the American flag on it. And you know I had to pull his coat. He said that that was the only hat he had. I said it looks like you’re the enemy. Muslims rep the Sun, Moon and Star. When I see you rocking Old Hell, you look like the enemy. If I had known the store sold hats, I would’ve bought him one then.

So, I bought some bread that I have been looking for forever. I haven’t seen any wheat bread since I’ve been here. But they had one loaf, so I snatched that sucker up.

Then I came outside and I saw a huge residential building called Wheat Street Apartments and I took that as a sign, so I walked over to some people sitting outside. They thought I was lost. LOL I heard some music and they directed me to the correct address.

So, I walked in and complimented them, but the singer was like this is a closed rehearsal and I’ve been in that situation before, so I left but not before I noticed there was no pianist.

They then started asking about where was the piano player? I called him a “plunker” LOL

He arrived and I kept walking. There was fish place called Supreme Fish or something and wherever and whenever I can find some fish, I’m buying it with the quickness. LOL ‘member that?😛

But I forgot I had bought an ice cream bar so, I found a grassy field and ate it out of sight.

The fish place was run by this little Ethiopian Brother, and his father was the cook. He was fifteen and all I could think about was I wish young Black boys had something like that
– A GUARANTEED JOB WHERE THEY CAN MAKE SOME POCKET CHANGE AND WON’T BE MISTREATED!!! UNTIL THEY MAKE THEIR OWN JOB OR EXPAND ON THAT ONE.

So, when my food was ready, I went back to the rehearsal to catch a hearing from outside.

They sounded really good and another Sister stopped and we rapped and listened to and talked about music, then a bus came and I thought I could have gotten on it, because by now my hands were full with about four bags and I didn’t want to walk anymore.

But Allah Wanted me to walk a little bit more, so I did.

I finally passed a Masonic Lodge and there was a Madame C.J. Walker museum in the back. I decided not to go in there, because she became the first Black millionaire off of SELF-HATE Products. The picture of her had her skin so bleached, it was sickening.

Next door to the Lodge was the S.C.L.C. W.O.M.E.N.S. something and it had a big picture of Coretta and Ralph Abernathy’s wife and all I could think about was the S.C.L.C. building in L.A. on Western that I’ve always been curious about but have never been inside.

OH!!!!!! LOL There was a plaque outside the Lodge and it identified Jesse Jackson as the Bread Basket Man Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) talked about in Saviour’s Day – 1971.

I laughed for a good seven minutes. The Messenger (PBUH) CLIZZOWNED HIM on that video.

He’s from Atlanta too, I’m pretty sure, because I met a Brother who talked just like him. That was the fse.

So, before I knew it, I looked up and saw the streetcar coming, so I took out my wallet like I had fare. But you don’t have to show the conductor, you just get on. I found out later, that they stop the streetcar for a minute and come out and ask everybody for fare. I got nervous when he first came out, and started to get off but I DID NOT FEEL LIKE WALKING. He had stopped at Centennial Park and that is the boringest biggest park, in the world. I refused to get off there.

I was just going to have to take the ticket.

But he didn’t even ask!!!! LOL

ALLAHU AKBAR!!!!!

So, I made it home and now I’m ready to eat my fish.

It’s my favorite dish.😛

❤❤❤

Summertime In Georgia

BISMILLAHI RAHMANI RAHIM

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, THE BENEFICENT, THE MOST MERCIFUL

AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM WA RAHMATU ALLAH WA BARAKATU IKHWAN

PEACE, MERCY AND BLESSINGS OF ALLAH BE UPON YOU, BLACK BROTHERS AND SISTERS 

Today is the first day of Summer and I didn’t even know it. That means it’s the Summer Solstice. I said on Facebook, it feels like something is about to happen. SUMMER!!!!!

I can’t believe I didn’t even notice. I mean, I knew something was happening. I just realized my birthday is the last day of Spring. That means something is happening. I feel it.

I’m trying to do what’s BEST.

I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE.

ALL OF US.

I’m permeating the programs.

I knocked down a big, black brick wall today named Jonathan.
I’ma call him “J” like my Honey-Stick.

But I finally talked to this Doppelganger that I’ve been wanting to. He bought me something. He’s different, not like the other Brothers in the program. He has gold teeth! I hope he can remove them or get dentures or something.
Can you imagine an F.O.I. with a GRILL???? smh

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I think he can remove them.

I had been wanting my fliers to smell good. But I didn’t know how to do it. I mean, I had an idea but Allah Helped me out with it. My oils spilled in my purse and now they smell like Roses.😀

I’m trying to get the Brothers to think about doing something for self. I ask them
“What is your plan
???”

They all have one. They just need some encouragement.

That’s where the Sisters come in.

There are probably thirty or more homeless men for every one woman.

So, it’s hard for them to get encouragement from a woman.

I met a Sister today and I commented that all the Brothers were looking at her and she said she wasn’t interested because they were all walking, so I don’t know how these Brothers are going to get encouragement from where they need it.

I’m trying.

I knocked down a BRICK WALL today, so anything is possible.

It’s not all about the Benjamins anyway.

You could find a diamond if you dig deep enough in the coal. Then you can light the coal and power a whole city.

Sometimes a Diamond just needs a little refinement (encouragement), even the coal is useful if you don’t find a diamond.

Black People are so valuable, we just don’t know it.

Everybody else knows it, so they keep us blind to the Knowledge of Self and use us as a tool and a slave until we wake up.

I never thought about it because I don’t think anyone has ever.

But we always talk about how valuable the Blackwoman is, but the Blackman is just as.

We’re all Diamonds.

Ali got it from his Teacher, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) and he told his daughters how more valuable than Gold and Diamonds they are, so they must remain hidden.

I got it from Allah that the Blackman is more valuable than Gold and Diamonds, but more so because while the Diamonds are beautiful to look at, the coal the Diamonds come wrapped in is useful too, Just Like The Blackman.
The Blackman is beautiful AND useful, whereas, the Blackwoman is just beautiful.