Bismillah
You are the Water
I am the sand
Together we must roam the land
From boy and girl
To woman and man
Start to Finish
Beginning to End
My Lover, My Husband
My Best Friend
Father, Provider
Protector and Guide
When I need a shoulder to lean on
You’re right by my side
My Rock of Jamalter
My Homie, My Clown
The Greatest Dancer
You Git Down
With the Git Down
The perfect scale
To balance my two sides
Sagacious
In you I can confide
UPDATE
As-Salaam-Alaikum Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers!
I’m working on securing a location for Saviour’s Day, February 26, in New Orleans.
I will keep you posted.
Some Brothers have expressed an interest in attending. What do you think???
Should we??? 😏😏😏
As-SalaamAlaikum!
I’ve decided to have just one, maybe two, Live programs. In New Orleans, after Mardi Gras and in L.A. this Summer. Sorry. Maybe Atlanta too. It depends, I’ve been trying to get there for a year, but Allah always sends me somewhere else. But I’ll keep you posted.
ONE LIVE TO LIVE
ONE LIFE TO GIVE
TO THE MAN
WHO’S THE MAN
WORTH ALL I HAVE TO GIVE
HE MAY NOT WANT ME NOW
BUT, IN SHA ALLAH, SOMEHOW
THERE’LL COME A DAY
HE’LL FINALLY SAY,
“OKAY, I’M READY NOW!”
BUT UNTIL THEN
I’LL WAIT TIL WHEN
HE’S READY FOR ME
AND WE CAN BE
SPOUSES AND BEST FRIENDS!!!
ALLAHU AKBAR!!!
Bismillah
Peace Peace
The warcry is “Peace”
You “pray for peace”
While you make mischief and cause bloodshed.
LIARS
YOU HAVE NEVER WANTED PEACE
Otherwise,
You Would Not Be In Everybody’s Country
In Everybody’s Business
In Everybody’s Bed
Like the Bible Says
MAKING MISCHIEF AND CAUSING BLOODSHED.
This is the WAR OF ARMAGEDDON
Though You Won’t Admit It
Right vs. Wrong
Righteousness Against Evil
When Truth Clashes With Falsehood
Islam (Truth) vs. Christianity (Falsehood)
And You Are Going To Lose
Allah Will Not Be Defeated
Let Me Repeat It
ALLAH WILL NOT BE DEFEATED
You Might As Well Be Seated
We Will Not Be Defeated
Pray for Peace! Peace! You say,
You Don’t Want Peace
WE WANT PEACE
But We’ll Never Have It
With You On Our Planet
So We WON’T STOP, DON’T STOP
Until Every Infidel Is Killed
Then We Will Finally Have Peace
Allah U Akbar!!!
Bismillah
Oh where, oh where are my Righteous Black Sisters?
Who are saving themselves for that Righteous Black Mister?
Who don’t pull off their clothes
Like the white devil woman?
But makes herself ready for Allah’s Coming?
Who has Knowledge of Self
And it shows in her demeanor?
Of all the women in the world
She is smarter and cleaner?
Who covers her head every time she goes out?
When she opens her mouth
She knows what she is talking about?
Who cooks and cleans?
And sews and launders?
Who stays in the house and studies and ponders
All of Allah’s Blessings He Has Given to Her?
Who takes care of their children
And they take care of him?
Who takes care of her husband
Who made her his wife?
Who’ll be a Righteous Muslim Girl for the rest of her life?
Who fasts and prays and eats one meal a day?
And knows that through Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) is the ONLY way?
Who has knowledge and wisdom that is Supreme?
And for the Righteous Blackman she is his dream
Come true? Oh where, oh where are you Black Muslim Sister?
A Muslim through and true?
Saving yourself for the Black Muslim Mister?
Oh where, oh where are you Black Muslim Sister?
Bismillah
Where, oh where is the Black Muslim Man?
The one who follows Elijah Muhammad (PBUH)
And not Farrakhan?
The one who wears the Sun, Moon and Star on his head?
And doesn’t try to get the Sunni into his bed?
The one who’s not afraid to call the whiteman the devil?
And who sees his Black Brothers as being on the same level?
As the Original Man and NOT his enemy,
Because he KNOWS that that is whom the devil has proven to be?
Where, oh where is the Black Muslim man?
The one who knows that to be successful we must have some land?
The Maker, The Owner, The Cream of the Planet Earth
The Asiatic BLACKMAN – GOD OF THE UNIVERSE!
The one reaady and able to take his rightful place
On Top of Civilization – Father of the human race?
The one who recognizes and sees the Truth for what it is,
Who knows that Islam and the world are his?
Who is not fooled by the lies and all the spookism?
Who is prepared for the judgement and the resulting cataclysm?
Where, oh where is the Black Muslim man?
The one who, for self, does all that he can?
Who only eats once a day, but five times a day he does pray?
Who knows that through Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) is the ONLY way?
He has Knowledge and Wisdom that is Supreme
And for the Righteous Black Woman he is her dream
Come True? Oh where, oh where are you?
Blackman who is a Muslim through and true?
A living and breathing image of God?
Who submits to His Will and his head does he nod?
Righteous, strong and proud does he stand –
Oh where, oh where are you,
BLACK MUSLIM MAN???
Bismilahi Rahmani Rahim
I thank Allah
For Creating You For Me
For Sending His Messenger to me
I thank Allah
For making you so sweet
I thank Allah
For Causing Us to Meet
Now why we haven’t married yet is beyond all comprehension
Could it be because of all this unwanted attention?
What am I supposed to do
When all I can think about is you?
I’m feeling you
Hope that you’re feeling me too.
And I hope that the time has finally arrived
When we put all childishness aside
And finally get on that cloud and ride
Into the Heavens by Allah’s Side
But in the meantime
Know that I’m not going anywhere
I’ll be right here waiting for the day you appear
And share your life with me
Don’t you know that’s how it’s supposed to be
Me for you and you for me
Together for eternity
I wrote this just so you can see
How much you’ll always mean to me.
How long’s it been?
Almost thirty yers
And my feelings haven’t diminished a whit
In fact, they’ve grown stronger, more than a bit
And everyday they grow stronger still
Waiting for that day you’ll say
You’re ready for me – but until
That time – I’ll save this rhyme
I’ll still be yours
As long as I walk in the Sunshine
Or bask in the moonlight
This just feels right
Don’t you feel it too?
Not quite?
That’s okay.
You will soon.
BISMILLAH
How can you call yourself a Muslim
And you have the nerve to say,
That you DON’T PRAY
FIVE (5) TIMES A DAY???
What could be MORE IMPORTANT –
Than taking time out
To show Almighty God, Allah
That HE MEANS MORE
Than all these silly things we care about.
In Message To The Blackman,
The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) dedicated a whole section
To the PRAYER SERVICE
Of the Religion of Perfection
You should be on your knees
Facing toward the East
Saying, “Oh Allah!
“There is no god but THEE!”
“Thank-You For Coming To Deliver
“A Poor Lost-Found Like Me!”
But first you must cleanse yourself
All the exposed parts
Clean Body, Clean Mind,
Clean Hands, Clean Heart
“Looking upon the Presence of God
“And the Light which He Has Shown”
Makes you feel that you need to clean up
To Show Respect That You Are His Own
His Chosen – His People
Lost From Your Nation
So you should make Salat
To Thank Him
For your Salvation
That’s the LEAST I can do
For ALL He’s Done For Me
Friendship in All Walks of Life,
A GOOD Home and MONEY!!!
Before the Sun Rises
I’m down on my knees
Before I start my day
I Want Master Fard Muhammad To Be Pleased
And at Noon time
When the Sun is at its peak
I stop everything I’m doing
And to ALLAH I speak
I close my eyes
And shut out the world
With all its evil and filth
And I am a Righteous Muslim Girl
Then in late afternoon
Again I prostrate myself
And I thank Allah for all of His help
The most difficult time of day to pray
“Glory and Praise to Thee, Oh Allah!
“And Blessed is Thy name!”
Being from the West Coast
Maghrib is my favorite
Just as the Sun sets
Down into the Pacific
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
Al Hamdulillahi Rabbil Alameen
Ar Rahmanir Rahim
Maliki Yaumi Deen
Iyaka Na Abudu
Wa Iyaka Nasta een
Ihdina Siratal Mustaqeem
Siratal Latheena
Ana Amta Alayhim
Ghayril Maghdoobi Alayhim
Wa la dawleen
Ameen
Then I pray once more
Before I retire
I Give Thanks and Praise to Allah
Before the day expires
For All He Has Done
And All He Continues to do
If I call myself a Muslim
I must be one through and through
And that means I make Salat
My five (5) daily prayers
To Give Thanks To Allah
And Witness I must bear
That He Came in the Person of Master Fard
And That Muhammad
Is the Last Messenger
Of the True and Living God
FOR DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS ON THE PROPER WAY TO PRAY PLEASE CLICK THE LINK.
Bismillah
Cant seem to make it to that last rung…
With my last breath, I’d breathe with one lung…
On my lips, your name is still hung…
Still waiting for the last song to be sung…
After thirty-six years, can you believe I’m Still Sprung???
In front of the gym, first taste of your tongue…
Last time, you left me hung…
Waiting for something that has yet to be brung…
Closure is what I need, so I won’t be Gung…
Ho, about a Brother that has me Still Sprung…
You may have loved me once, but I think one of us was strung…
Along, pestered by the other, like a fly to dung,
My feelings have mushroomed, like an unwanted fung…
My, how the tables have turned, the last man has been hung…
And after all this, AFTER ALL THIS, like a fool, I’m Still Sprung…
So, I’m living out of my Mom’s garage. I always come back here for a certain reason that I’m not ready to disclose just yet.
But I found a few of my old Journals and I’m reading the one from my conversion to Islam.
My speech is the same. I changed in the beginning and have not changed since. Al Hamdulillah.
It is interesting to recall the details of specific events that were so significant to my spiritual growth and development.
It will be ten years in March since I first converted to Islam and this Journal details everything I went through with the Farrakhaners, my feelings trying to accept their erroneous teachings. My first meeting with my Beloved Brother, Brother Darrow, who has since passed. I still miss him so much. I cried real hard remembering him. Do you ever get over the death of a loved one? I am sure he would be proud of me.
I started selling Bean Soup because of him. I had forgotten that.
Now, I’m pregnant and although I’m not married, it’s more important to continue the growth of our Nation. No one can raise a Muslim like I can. I’m like Mary. Didn’t have sex. And I’m making some more Isas (Jesuses).
That’s more important than being married. Mary and Joseph weren’t married either. In fact about it, Joseph was married to another woman and had six children by her when he fathered Isa.
I’m a believer now that they didn’t have sex, despite what Our Beloved Messenger Teaches. Based on my own experience.
They probably got close because my Zawji did some sort of ghetto insemination. We did not have intercourse, but when I got back and couldn’t stay at the shelter, I tried to break, well I did break into my mother’s house, but I knew something was up when I couldn’t get through the window as easily as I should.
She called the police on me and they took me to the hospital, but I always come here to nest and I came right back.
Tell me why was the plant holder I had used to break the window right back in the same place, as if it hadn’t been broken when I used it to break the window?
Matrix like a mugg…..
Anyway, I used it again to break the rear window on her Cadillac. She still calls me the C word AND to me, it represents her thirst for money, which I feel was detrimental to my growing up years.
So, the police took me to the hospital again. First, the doctor told me I was slightly anemic. That only happens when I’m pregnant. Then my body temperature was low. That also happens when you’re pregnant. Then one of the nurses flat out told me, they say you’re pregnant.
Next thing I know, I’m getting nauseous in the morning and I fainted. That Only happens when I’m pregnant. Or high. 😉
Allah told me I’m having identical twin boys.
I already have their names picked out:
Ahmad ibn Amad-Jamal and
Jamal ibn Amad-Jamal.
I just looked at another Journal. It’s from 2003 and has pictures. Talk about Memory Lane. There’s a flier from my show The Underground. I’m gonna post a pic. Hold on.
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Why did I find the picture my Zawji gave me in High School? And I was JUST thinking about this picture the other day thinking it was lost forerver.
But that’s not all. It was part of my journal in High School. BUT TRIP THIS. The date is November 11, 1986.
I’ma post a picture just because he wants me to.
Trying to hide those braces. 😆 Still cute. So sorry, I called you a bucket head, Habibi. I had NO IDEA who I had. Plus side is, now I do. 😊
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