بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

AS-SALAAMUU ‘ALAIKUM SWEET SISTERS!!!

Al Hamdulillah! All Praise is Due to Allah! We are members of the Aboriginal Asiatic Black Nation of the Planet Earth. That, My Dear Sisters, means that we are the first, and will be the last – if there be a last.

Our Beloved Messenger, The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us That the Black Nation lives forever. The reason why we can keep living is because we change and we grow. We constantly improve ourselves and are always experimenting with new and different ideas, looks, actions &c.

Don’t be afraid of change, Dear Sisters. It keeps you young and fresh. Don’t try to imitate the styles of the youth, trying to be like them. Be yourself, but don’t get stuck in a certain time period either. I’ve found that a lot of times, people get stuck in whatever was hot during their twenties. Use your imagination and do you! Reinvent yourself on a regular basis. Don’t get stagnant. Stay Fresh!

It doesn’t have to be big changes. It can be something as simple as changing your hairstyle. Driving a different way to work. Trying out a different way of preparing a food you like. Don’t ever be afraid of change. It can be difficult sometimes. But if you are unsure, ask Allah for DIVINE GUIDANCE and He is The Best Guide. HEAR AND OBEY.

Personally, I have probably changed more in the last eight (8) years than everybody I know combined. And it shows. But it’s never too late. As long as you are living, you can keep living by living right and exact. I used to feel, whenever I found something good, that I had to be miserly and frugal and partake of it sparingly. Not anymore. When I find something I love, I do it to death, without worrying in the least about wearing it out.

I have found that as soon as I start to get bored, Allah Sends Something Else to fascinate and intrigue me. It’s so that I don’t even miss the previous thing! I don’t even really get bored with it, He Sends the new thing BEFORE I get tired of the old, so that when I remember it, it’s STILL FRESH! ALLAHU AKBAR! ALLAH IS THE GREATEST!

Sisters, I have been writing this blog for over a year now, and I’m still coming up with topics. The other day, I wrote I think four blogs in one night!

Being a member of the Black Nation, I have to grow. Recently Allah Blessed me with a Wali – the Arabic word for “PROTECTOR.” Right when I needed one.

I caught the bus to the Griffith Park Observatory a while back and while changing buses, this blind, deaf and dumb and most likely, Christian Brother ran right into me while on his bike!

I knew he did it intentionally by the way he apologized – just for appearances.

That was the last time I caught the bus anywhere.

Big changes have been going on in my life in the past month. Could be due to the change of Seasons. The main one is the addition of a Wali to my family.

Muslim women are all supposed to have a Wali. Usually, it is the father. But since my father molested me when I was very young, I don’t speak to him at all. My son is not a Muslim, so he cannot stay with me and I found myself, suddenly all alone in the world and feeling very vulnerable.

Al Hamdulillah! Allah placed me in the right home five years ago, when I left the Transitional Housing Shelter. Everything was nice and we were really happy for a few years. But the Holy Nation of Islam (the Black Nation) takes on changes and renewals, so it was only a matter of time.

I guess it started when my landlady got sick. She started handing over responsibilities, that she herself had managed for Allah only knows how many years, over to her husband and daughter and son. Then all Hell broke loose. The first straw was when they lost my rent check.

Then I had to go to the bank, then call the bank, pay the bank all on my own time. They reimbursed me for the stop payment fee, but not for my time.

Three months later they lost my check again. This time I told them to kiss my round, brown perfect ass.

My mistake was when I disobeyed Allah and offered to make payments. I had spent the money. My son was hospitalized for about ten days during the same month and Allah told me to spend it. So I did.

So, they wrote letters and harassed and Allah told me to ignore them. So I did.

This went on for about a year and a half. Then they started giving me three-day notices. I told them to kiss my ass.

Well, back in January, I stopped taking my medication. I have been on medication for fifteen years. But the goal was always to get off. My doctor was uncooperative and Allah killed him. So, I ended up lowering my dosages at my own discretion, with the help of Allah, of course.

I knew that before I started taking the medication, I would have “episodes” about every eight months. So, I figured I would have one in August. Sure enough, August 14, it came. And I came to the realization that my father had molested me when I was very little. I remembered him putting his penis in my mouth and how disgusted I felt. It is inexplicable having to relive something like that after so many years of keeping it hidden. He used to slap me on my booty all the time when I was little too. Then in High School, he told me I didn’t need a boyfriend, he would be my boyfriend!

I told my family. But nobody believed me. So, I tried to act like maybe I had imagined the whole thing.

But this is the day when the veil of falsehood MUST be removed and the TRUTH made manifest. Whenever I had had episodes previously, someone (usually my father) would call the police and I could never get through it.

This time, when I had the episode I was able to get very near completion. But my neighbor called the po-pos and cut it short. I’m pretty sure I got through the major steps. The rest, I pray Allah, I can get over by degrees. If not, I have My Wali. 😀

Back in January, I sent my son to live with my father due to his disbelief in Allah, but my father returned him in March, still disbelieving. We have not been able to get along since. He would not obey me and was disturbing my peace of mind, so I had him sleeping outside.

When I had my episode, protective services took him and now he’s with my father.

After the bus incident, I decided that it was unsafe for me to travel alone, so I asked my neighbor (an F.O.I.) to accompany me whenever I needed to go out.

I used to go to the Sunnis’ Mosques, and some Brother inevitably, would ask me, “Who is your Wali?” After I found out what a Wali is, I told them I didn’t have one.

So, when my neighbor agreed to accompany me, I told him that from now on, He Is My Wali.

That was the dopest decision I have ever made. We are showing the world how it should be done.

M.G.T. (Muslim Sisters) are instructed to sit in the back if we ever ride in a car with a Brother who is not our husband. It eliminates the chemistry.

F.O.I. (Muslim Brothers) are instructed how to protect and secure the Sisters. They open doors for us, help us carry our belongings and make sure we are completely safe at all times. F.O.I. are the most intelligent and respectful men in the universe, so the conversation is never boring. It is a pleasure to be in their company.

And, now when I go out and teach separation, we are TWICE as powerful.

Everybody sees us riding around L.A. and they probably think he’s my chauffeur or something. LOL What, with me in the back seat and all. Then they might even catch him opening the car door for me.

Sometimes, a Sister needs a ride so we’ll give her a ride, and I get to talk to them all about Islam and our role as homemakers and they get to see how The Blackman is supposed to treat the Blackwoman – LIKE A QUEEN. Al Hamdulillah.

Today, we gave a Sister a ride, who was about to start some trouble in Mickey D’s. She was up there flirting with the manager and had some nigga on his way up there to meet her! I told her, “Come on Sister, we’ll give you a ride to meet him.”

She was so surprised when Wali opened the door! She couldn’t believe it, but soon she was calling me Sister and listening as I warned her of the dangers of starting “trouble” with our Blackmen. We compared the two gentleman also, so she could see which one was the better suitor.

When we arrived at the young man’s house, he came to the car and she was about to get out. I told her to wait, thinking Wali would open the door for her. Wali just sat there and looked at the young brother. NOBODY SAID NOTHING! And then instinctively, he reached out and OPENED THE DOOR for her!

We are about to change the world.

Can you keep up?

THEN we went back to Mickey D’s and the po-pos has these two Brothers jammed up and handcuffed. There were about five police cars for two Brothers! So, you know I had to break out the camera. It was so dope, because I’ve been watching the police for years, but never with a camera. They usually threaten to take ME to jail. But not today.

When I started filming them, Black people started coming out of the woodwork. I went up closer and of course, they tried to tell me I was blocking traffic and whatnot. I just stayed right there. People came and went. But not me and My Wali. We kept filming until those po-pos took the handcuffs off and sent those two young Gods on their way. Allahu Akbar.