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! 😀



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.


Our Saviour Has Arrived


Chapter 4

The Hidden Truth

Hiding the truth is a very serious thing to do. It causes harm and disappointment and causes one to be misled. It causes loss of property and life. It causes loss of friendship, beloved ones and loss of confidence and trust. In court, it causes heavy penalties and someone’s being sent to prison or to death for that of which they are innocent. The greatest and gravest of all is the slavemasters’ hiding of the truth that will exalt and save his slave. This is that great truth that white America is hiding from her once slaves (the Black man and woman).

The white people know of and see the Salvation of their slaves that is now present. They are doing everything they possibly can to deceive the Black man and woman into thinking that they (white people) hold out greater and better promises for a future to the Black Man and woman in America than Allah (God). This will deceive many of our people. Read the 7th Surah (Chapter) of the Holy Qur’an where the devil is made to confess his deceiving of the people in these words: “Allah promised you the promise of truth. I promised you, but failed to fulfill.”

As you know, the Revelation of the Bible under the title of John, teaches us that the old dragon beast (referring to the white civilization) deceived the whole world, and they have done just that. Allah has taught me they deceived 90 per cent of the total population of the planet earth.  The only way the white race can survive and rule is by making false appear as truth and truth to appear as false. The white race was made by nature without the truth. Jesus said (Bible John 8:44) that there was no truth in them, for their father was a liar and a murderer. Therefore his children (white race) cannot be otherwise. We should know the truth of the seriousness of the time that we are now living in.

The truth will save our lives if we believe it. America is at war with the darker people (Brown, Yellow, and every race regardless of color) today, but she refuses to tell you the truth of this war that is now taking many lives. This is hiding the truth. What is she trying to get peace for? If these people’s losses are as great as the radio and other news media state, the enemy would be on his knees begging for peace. It seems as if it is now vice versa. This is hiding the truth. Allah has said to me that America will not admit the truth of her losses until we see it on our heels.

The Black Man of America never has put any confidence in anyone but his white slavemaster. Regardless of how ill – treated the Black Man may be, he still has hopes of his master telling him the truth. The real truth is that America is under Divine Judgment to destroy her for the evils done to Allah’s people (the Black Man in America). Hiding the truth takes away confidence, trust and love.



بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم


How to Eat to Live, Book one

Chapter 5

The Pig: Swine

I think we have said enough about the poisonous animal called, in Arabic, Khanzier. Beyond a shadow of a doubt the swine is the filthiest and foulest animal human beings could have resorted to for food. The flesh of the swine, while cooking, has a very different smell from that of other animal’s flesh while cooking. And even when it is not being cooked, it has a bad smell.

Worms and insects take to its flesh while in the farmer’s curing stage faster than to any other animal’s flesh. And in a few days, it is full of worms.

In many cases, the eater of the flesh becomes nauseated when the flesh is being cooked in the early morning. It is a divinely prohibited flesh, and God (Allah) has prohibited you and me, my brothers and sisters of the Black Nation, from eating it or even touching its dead carcass.

Please, for our health’s sake, stop eating it; for our beauty’s sake, stop eating it; for our obedience to God and His laws against this flesh, stop eating it; for a longer life, stop eating it and for the sake of modesty, stop eating it.

Do you know that if we, the 22 million lost-found members of our nation here in America, would stop eating this pig (his poison swine flesh), it would mean a great economic saving to us? And I do not think the government would be so eager to eat it themselves if we would obey this Divine law against this divinely prohibited flesh. There is an old, foolish answer our people have given to such advice.  “The white folks eat it, and my grandparents ate it, and they lived to be 75 and 80 years old.”

If Noah and Methuselah had heard you boasting that your parents lived only 75 or 80 years eating poison, they would have considered your parents as never having grown up to become adults, according to their good way of eating the best food, about twice a week, and living nearly 1,000 of our present calendar years which consists of 365 days.

God does not punish us for the crime of disobedience to His laws when we are ignorant of His laws. But after knowledge of His laws, He is justified in punishing us by setting the full penalty according to the disobedience.

As I have previously said in this book, most vegetables that are sold on the public market are good to eat with the exception of those Allah prohibits; such as collard greens and the rough turnip salads. You have plenty of other vegetables to eat. And you have good beans other than lima beans, field butter beans (called baby lima beans), and black-eyed peas (field peas we call them.)





بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم


What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Family!!!

I just found out recently that this poem was written by THE Langston Hughes!!!

Never did my High School English Lit teacher (an old white devil) inform his classes of the importance of the personality who was Langston Hughes nor of the magnitude of the context in which this powerful poem was written – The Harlem Renaissance.

I didn’t even realize that this poem, which I have never been able to forget and which also was the inspiration for Lorraine Hansbury’s stage-play “A Raisin in the Sun,” was even written by a Blackman – and Langston Hughes at that! I didn’t even know the poem was called “Harlem.”

But I digress, years later, in college, when I learned about the Harlem Renaissance, my professor lectured on the question that still plagues Black artists today, but which probably originated during the Renaissance, which was at that time referred to as THE “NEW NEGRO” MOVEMENT:

Should Black artists create ART FOR ART’S SAKE or for POLITICAL AWARENESS in the attempt to educate the masses and MAKE A STATEMENT through the medium of art/music/literature?

Of course, you can probably guess my stance on this topic, but I think Langston put it best in his article “The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain” (1926)

“One of the most promising of the young Negro poets said to me once, ‘I want to be a poet–not a Negro poet,’ meaning, I believe, ‘I want to write like a white poet”; meaning subconsciously, ‘I would like to be a white poet’; meaning behind that, ‘I would like to be white.'”

The question, rather, the approach a Black artist takes towards his medium depends on his approach toward life in general, I believe.

If he feels politically driven, it will manifest itself through his art. If not, it won’t.

Your views?