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. 🙂

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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. 😛

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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.

PSA

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Brothers and Sisters!!!

I keep thinking how I would love to read Tupac’s memoirs. But he never wrote them. He was 25 when he was murdered. And I think, no, I KNOW I’m leading the most interesting life of anybody I know.

So, even when I feel like I’ve had a boring, uneventful day. I’m still going to write I think, because what seems boring today may be fun and exciting in ten years. Also for posterity’s sake.

So, last night was very difficult for me. I think it’s that time of the month, because I cried for about ten minutes. BAWLING, messy, runny nose and more. Sometimes, I get so lonely.

I don’t go to sleep sometimes because I HATE waking up and not seeing my Beloved Jamal ❤ ❤ ❤ when I open my eyes.

So, last night I just stayed up.

I watched “Cell Therapy” by GMOB and I realized I’ve never seen a Black neighborhood out here in Atlanta. So, I decided to go and try and find one today.

I got dressed and when the Sun came up, I set out.

But it looked like rain and was even kind of chilly.

So, I sat on the steps of this church I call home and cried some more.

I didn’t feel like being around anybody.

When I looked up, the sky had cleared, so I set out.

I did a real time video on FB, which turned out pretty good.

I still didn’t find the Black neighborhood, but I saw a lot of squirrels.

They’re so much fun to watch.

I know people in cars and walking by, probably thought I was crazy, wondering why I was standing in the middle of a field, tickled pink and giggling. They’re different than L.A. squirrels. Their fur looks smoother and their tails are more streamlined. They also have traces of white in their fur. They looked so cute running and jumping in the grass. Add me on FB to watch the videos. Just search LATIFAH ALLAH. I’m the only one.

So, I ended up in this port-a-potty that was nicer than the bathroom at the shelter sometimes. It smelled good. It was spotless. It had toilet paper AND a mirror!!! The only thing that would have made it better would have been a sink. There may have been one outside.  I had “handsitizer.” 😉

So, then I kept walking and ended up right behind the homeless day center.  I had to pass the Greyhound station and it was COMPLETELY DIFFERENT from when I first arrived in Georgia.

It oozed slime and sleaze. All I could think was,
This is where I have to go when I leave this Allah-forsaken city.”

But I made my way, Oh, I forgot to tell you, right when I started my journey, I passed the Brother, I kinda hooked up with for a minute, I call him Trevor cause he looks just like Busta Bus.

So, when I went to charge my phone, I see him come out of the laundry room and I waved him over. Past forgotten.

I felt like some company after my long, lonely night.

He has the sweetest smile and says stuff like “Bruvvah” which I always thought was so cool. Not as cool as my Honey-Stick of course, but aight.

I don’t know which accent I prefer. New York or Southern. Oh, yeah, I know, NOLA!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

I LOVE THE WAY THOSE ORLEANIANS TALK. They have a different accent than any other people in the South. Atlanta too. I can tell people from those cities by their accents.

I could just sit and listen to this one Brother, who reminds me of Dre Ben talk for hours AND he’s funny!!!! Hell yeah.

So anyway, Trevor went to put some stuff in his locker, and this young cat, I met the other day, finally acknowledged me. He had to get situated first, because the people who work in the homeless industry can be very cruel and insensitive.

But he came over and sat in Trevor’s chair. I told him that seat was taken, sit on my other side.

These young Brothers are very sharp. But they’re Blackmen, so why would I expect anything else? I can’t believe they seriously try to get at me and I’m sure I’m older than their mothers. I just laugh, like, I’ve done the cougar thing and it was fun finding about new rap groups, but I can do that without getting involved.

Like I was at Foot Locker getting some new white Chux and the salesperson was telling me about the group on the videoscreen. Migo or Migos. So, I Googled them later and they’re pretty clever with the poetry. I like the song “Handsome and Wealthy” That’s how I like my man. But RIGHTEOUSNESS is PRIMARY.

So Trevor started talking about hypocrite Malcolm with this other young cat who started talking to him. The other Brothers in the center, were trying to distract him from me the whole time we were together, just like people do me and my Honey-Stick. This one succeeded, but I was straight because me and Trevor don’t match. I’m a little bit more knowledgeable than he, so I didn’t object when he got up to go get some Halal food from the Muslims around the corner.

I went last week, but I only eat one meal a day and I wasn’t hungry. It was still early. I eat between four o’clock and six o’clock like Our Beloved Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) Taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE.

So I sat a while and then I got up to leave, the Masjidun was having an Arabic Class, so I decided to livestream on FB while I walked.

I ended up going through Underground Atlanta. And got to document the hottest attraction in ATL. The security didn’t harass me and I made it out alive. 😉

I finally made it to the Masjid and we made Zuhr prayer and when it was over, why did the Imam make this long drawn out speech about how “At this masjid, we follow the Sunnah of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)” and I was thinking the same thing, ELIJAH MUHAMMAD (PBUH) and we don’t believe Allah is a man, blah, blah, blah. I know he only said that because yesterday, I told this white Muslim that Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) is the Muhammad of the Holy Qur’an.

They refuse to admit that I’m right.

I feel sorry for them because they can’t say they didn’t know now.

Oh well, I did my job.

Sparkle Love

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Dearly Beloved Brothers!!!

I had a good time today. This Brother tricked me into going up to Underground Atlanta and there was actually a spark of life. People still go there! It’s still depressing as hell, but I love seeing Black People and there they were.

I’m so glad I didn’t try and find him. I called him back after I agreed to meet him to cancel but he’s in a program and might as well be in jail. I felt guilty because I’m almost married and it’s not supposed to go that far. Allah Gave Me My Purpose. Now, I have to be obedient and end it when He Tells Me To. I guess this is my debriefing. It hurts.

I think Allah Used him to get me to the mall. So, I could have a little fun while I am in the A.

I like calling it The A, because my husband’s name is A.J. 😀 Everybody wears “A” hats here too. They always remind me of him. ❤ ❤ ❤

So, after I looked for him a little, couldn’t find him and felt like a fool. I headed over to my spot by the Masjid.

I’m glad they wrapped the movie set today, because they were really getting on my nerves. I hate the actor that’s starring in it. Those redbone actors really creep me out. Like what’s his name on Empire and Shabazz or whatever his name was on “A Different World.” This actor is one of those and it feels like everywhere I go, there filming that dang movie!

It’s not like this in L.A. You might come up on a movie set once every few months but it’s never the same movie! This is annoying as hell. I’ve run into this movie THREE TIMES! Atlanta must be microscopic. Sheeeesh!

But it has shown me how the movie industry is. They get a Black cast, but EVERYBODY behind the scenes is white. EVERYBODY except the police on security detail. :/

Tools of the devils.

So, the masjid was open, which was good. There was a Sister, whom I had expected to be there later, reading the Holy Qur-an in Arabic. I started listening to her then she listened to me. And I caught a little shade. Most teachers have to make the student feel inferior so as to maintain their position as teacher. When I felt that from her, I offered her some money, which she refused, and I went on. I don’t like being made to feel inferior.

She was from Egypt but she was white. I didn’t care because she was Muslim. I didn’t even notice until the turn of events that occurred later. One of her sons even had on a Dashiki and it didn’t bother me. I commented on it and she said, “Yeah, we’re from Africa.” And we laughed.

She had a lot of questions. Where was I from? (America) Was I fasting for Ramadhan? (No) Why Not? (Because we were brought up under Christianity and Christmas is very, very far from the Teachings of Islam, so we fast to get out of it) She looked at my Message To The Blackman and took it to the Sheikh and asked him if it was allowed. I followed my book. And the Sheikh said The only difference is that we believe The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) was a Prophet.

She asked me about that later and I said, He was a MESSENGER. There is nothing left to prophesy. She agreed with that. But we started disagreeing about Black and white people. I told her they came from us. She started getting in her feelings saying, We are all created by Allah. I told her Black was first and all the races came from us. And you can’t get Black from any of them.

She started quoting verses from the Holy Qur’an and, of course, I didn’t care because I know I’m right. Nevertheless, she kept getting emotional. And I just showed her one verse in the Holy Qur-an. (2:129)

2:129 Our Lord, and raise up in them a Messenger from among them who shall recite to them Thy messages and teach them the Book and the Wisdom, and purify them Surely Thou art the Mighty, the Wise.

First, she read it in English, then she read it in Arabic. Then she read it in Arabic again. And again. And Allah Told me, the Arabic says it better.

Eventually, she looked up at me, playing stupid.

What is this supposed to mean?

I’m not stupid.

I said, “What do you think it means?

She said, “I just want to know your interpretation.

I said, “Mine is the same as yours.

She wanted to say, “Is this supposed…?” pointing to my Message To The Blackman

I knew that she understood better than me. She just didn’t want to admit that she has been worshiping the wrong prophet. LOL

I told her, “You speak Arabic. You need to be explaining it to me.

She kept shaking her head, “No.”

I said, it’s in your Qur’an. I’m not saying anything. Those are The Words Of Allah.

I kind of felt sorry for her because if anybody knows how it feels to find out you’ve been lied to all your life, it’s us (so-called Negroes). And I know she thought she was better than me because she was white.

She ended up living up to her whiteness and tried to do me dirty.

But Allah Is With Me and you can’t put that small stuff over on The Righteous.

She ended up giving me a cantaloupe! 😀
Fresh Fruit Makes Me Happy.
Don’t Think I Trust Her Tho.

Then I was on my way home, but I wanted to see the street behind the Masjid. You can see it from the Sisters’ window but I had never been on that street. Then there’s this big creepy stuff I can see from down the block and Allah Told Me To Go Check It Out.

So, I kept walking, after careful deliberation, and found a bustling AFRICAN-AMERICAN community. It was like one block from Atlanta’s Skid Row, just like in L.A. I had a good meal, in a nice restaurant. But if I had taken five more steps I could have eaten at a Creole Restaurant.

I ended up talking to the chef and he made me feel like I didn’t miss out on anything.

I almost stopped halfway through my meal because I was eating on a real plate, not styrofoam like I’ve been eating off of and I had to go see if they serve the poison filthy hog.

I don’t know if I’ve told you, but once I bought a pot from Goodwill and I boiled some water in it, just in case. Why was there some lard floating on top of the water? EWWWW!!!!! I had to do it three times to get it all out. Pork essence gets in utensils, pots and pans, plates, storage, etc. So, I cannot eat anywhere that serves pork.

Thankfully, this restaurant didn’t serve pork. With a sigh of relief, I went back to my meal.

My investigation of the big creepy thing turned out to be another stadium they’re building. America is not going to tell us until we see her fall on her heels. They keep building, to deceive us into thinking they’re going to be here forever. But the buildings are empty. This new beautiful streetcar is empty. And the city feels like a page out of a history book.

Allah Is All-Wise and I am really feeling the Way He’s Bringing In America’s Destruction.

So then, I come home and see there’s noone on the computer, so I sit down to surf and they done disabled the computer. Christians.

This is the second, maybe third time they’ve tried to sabotage my efforts to get you the truth.

But ALLAH IS THE GREATEST!!!! Cause I’m still standing!!!

You gon’ see!

OUTTRO

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Dear Sweet Beloved Black Brothers and Sisters of The Tribe of Shabazz!!
❤ ❤ ❤

Al Hamdulillah!!!

All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!

A couple of days ago, I was in the park choppin’ it up, playing chess with Akhi (My Brother), handing out fliers and this gay guy approaches us but Allah (swt) Told me not to give him one, so I retracted my hand and he sashayed by and said, “Is that that Black Power women website?

I was thrilled that he had heard of it, but I started thinking maybe I wouldn’t need to stay in the A three months like I had planned.

Then yesterday, I was somewhere else, passing out fliers and this Sister told me, “I’ve been seeing these all over the place!

And I thought, “I guess I’ve flooded the market.

People have been telling me I gave them my flier three times.

Meanwhile, I met this Brother before I got banned from Underground Atlanta, who had one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard heard, and he told me he was having a show on Saturday. I Googled the location and it was at a hookah bar.

I was averse, but thought that’s just where everything is now, so I came home and asked the woman in charge of the shelter if I could get a pass to stay out past curfew (9:00). She said she had to see some tickets.

I still can’t believe that.

It would have been different if she had just said, “No.”

But she acted like I was lying.

That was when I knew I had to move.

It wasn’t even the fact that I couldn’t go, because I really didn’t want to go to a Hookah bar anyway, but to be accused of lying is the ultimate insult to me.
I LIVE BY THE TRUTH!!!
But that’s Christians for you. Allah Will Pay Her Back Her Mockery, as it says in The Holy Qur’an. He always takes vengeance for me. I’m not mad. I just feel sorry for her.

So, yesterday, I was enjoying my Dinner and Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Told Me It Was Okay For Me To Leave Atlanta.

I know where I’m going next (Florida) and I thought I was going to go straight from here.
But I need to go home first. There’s noplace like L.A. (home)

Atlanta was a huge disappointment.

BORING and PLAIN.

The Biggest Attraction is the UNDERGROUND ATLANTA mall.

That place is so deserted. Half the businesses are closed. The surrounding areas are devoid of people. The fountains are dry. The decorative lighting is burnt out and the bulbs have never been replaced. The vendors are so thirsty it’s pathetic.

I met this Brother who plays the guitar and he knew a Brother who plays the bass and we were trying to perform for free on the stage in the middle of the mall and Security directed us to management. The office manager ( :/ )tried to pass herself off as the Executive Director. LOL But she couldn’t fool me. I squeezed his email out of her and sent him a message. He responded but offered no explanation, just said it wasn’t possible at this time.

I think they’re deliberately trying to run down the mall,
whether they’re aware of it or not.

But I realized Allah is destroying America. And He’s doing it by degrees. And, since I’m With HIM, I’m not going to try and save it. I Want Whatever He Wants.
Music is not that important.

Atlanta is not done. It is FINISHED!!!

They make it so difficult for the homeless that they’re FORCED to enter a program or live on the street where it rains everyday. It’s not about the money either. They know we’re in a War, so they get these able-bodied Blackmen and get them to work in their program, live in their shelter and control every aspect of their lives.

They cannot ever go out and do something for self because from 8-3 they’re working for the program and they have to be in the shelter by 4 Monday through Friday. And on the weekend, the city looks like a ghost town. The program occupies ALL of their time, I don’t know HOW they can ever get out and do something for self.

The Blackman in a program’s chances for doing something for self and free time are nil, so he’s never going to be able to get a good Blackwoman and start a family. The devil’s main agenda is the destruction of the Black Family. This is just another way of trying to do that. And trying to win this war.

But they will allow them to entertain loose women. Making all deserving of hellfire.

The devil knows that as long as he can keep the Blackman from doing something for himself, he can keep him dependent on him and continue to mistreat him.

It is almost hopeless.

They don’t even think to do something for self. They are unaware that they are slaves.

I have two more weeks.

These Brothers are so conditioned from nightly groups and church services that when they are confronted by the Truthbearer, there is such a wall that they are almost unreachable. The devil is trying to make unwitting soldiers for Christianity.

But Islam is the TRUTH and knocks the brains out of falsehood. They don’t stand a chance.

All Praise Is Due To Allah!

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I know it’s going to be difficult when I say goodbye. As disappointing as Atlanta was, as far as fun, I met some beautiful people and it is going to be hard to leave them. All I can do is pray Allah Blesses Them to Accept Islam and Puts Them In Heaven At Once, in the midst this evil and wicked but thankfully, DYING world.

“WHO IS TUPAC???”

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dear Brothers and Sisters!

Today is TUPAC’S 45th Birthday.

It’s been almost twenty years since he was murdered.

But I know people who still listen to nothing but TUPAC.

I’ve heard of women getting TUPAC tattoos.

Naming their sons TUPAC.

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Claiming that TUPAC was a prophet.

I met TUPAC twice.

Well, kinda.

The first time, he was in a VW bug packed with his homies, early in his career.
The second time, he was in a convertible Double R, by himself.

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But this is for MY memoirs…

I was never one of those girls who was a TUPAC groupie. I know there were women who were smitten by him, but I didn’t start liking him until
AFTER
He was murdered.

I ended up working for the production company that produced his videos.
It was run by a Sister and she was my mentor.

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(On the set of “Two of Amerikkka’s Most Wanted”)

TUPAC was murdered between the time we met
and when I first started working for her.

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So, when I started, she was HEAVILY IN MOURNING.

She gave me big mail bags full of his fan mail.

I read letters from people in places as remote as Luxemberg, claiming vengeance for his murder.

I remember when my Boss told me they had set his ashes free over

THE PACIFIC OCEAN.

*****

Once she sent me to Death Row to pick up some posters.

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We walked into the building and the elevator doors opened by themselves. The Sister I was with said, “I think we’re supposed to get on.

So, we got in the elevator and it took us right to the floor where we were supposed to pick up the posters. That’s creepy now and this was 1996!

I will never forget the look on his face on that poster.

It was a photo he had taken near the end of his life and the look on his face made me want to cry. I felt so sorry for him. It was one of the “Made Men” posters. I was going to try and find it to post, but my first effort was in vain, and I think Allah doesn’t want me to see it. So, I’m not going to put myself through that.

I never liked that “Made Men” concept. It didn’t sound right. The Blackman is God. He is the Creator. I wasn’t even Muslim back then, but I knew it wasn’t right. It sounded like he was a product of a negative environment. Instead of being CREATED BY ALLAH, HE WAS MADE by drugs and money and guns, etc. I think Suge came up with that.

I read pictures and in the poster, he looked like he was in torment. Not physical pain, but emotionally so unhappy that there was not a trace of joy in his eyes. He looked broken down. Like in that picture of him and Suge in Vegas, right before he got shot. You can see it in his eyes.

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I am convinced that he died of a broken heart. He gave up.

He KEPT getting shot. Everybody was trying to kill him, it seemed. Like everybody else, I thought he was going to pull through and keep making records and acting crazy like the other time. I mean, this was TUPAC! He was invincible!

But after seeing that poster, I know he was really tired and broken down, probably frustrated and fed up too.

Okay, I just did a THOROUGH search of the Internet for that poster and it’s not there. Somebody knew and destroyed that picture. Let’s just remember the good times and be thankful that he FINALLY found some peace.
If he had only accepted Islam….
ISLAM MEANS PEACE!!!

*****

25 is a critical age.

It is the point wherein you truly start cementing your adulthood.

If TUPAC had made it past 25, he would have been unstoppable.

TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR was born three days before me.

We were both 25.

I was studying Islam and discovering that everything I had been taught my whole life was a lie.

Even My Name Was A Lie.

It was very traumatic for me and I suffered a nervous breakdown.
– the first of many.

TUPAC had just been murdered.

I was in the mental ward in the hospital and for some reason I thought he was hiding around the corner, playing with me.

In retrospect, I know I was in denial. I didn’t know I loved him then.
I don’t think I knew his birthday was three days before mine.
I didn’t know how significant my birthday (Juneteenth) was to the progress
(history and future)
Of Our People.

did know how much he loved Black People, just like I do and always have.

So, I’m in the emergency room, 5150, and yelling at the top of my lungs.

For some reason, when I have breakdowns, I don’t talk or I’ll close my eyes, like just relying on my other senses to interact with people.

Once my grandmother visited me, and she taught us sign language when we were little and I took her hand and signed “Where’s Amber?” (my daughter) in it, as if she was the one who was deaf, dumb and blind and not me. I learned how to do that from reading Helen Keller’s book.

Anyway, I’m yelling at the top of my lungs, “TUPAC!!!!” like he’s around the corner playing with me.

There was no one else in the emergency room and only one nurse was on duty.

So, I have my eyes closed, oblivious to what’s going on around me, but after I had yelled his name for the third time, the nurse comes and asks me,
Who’s TUPAC???

I was stupefied.

I couldn’t believe there was actually somebody in the world who didn’t know who TUPAC was.

But it helped me awake out of my episode and come back into reality.

Now, when I come across a person who seems to be too far gone, I try and “wake them up.” All it takes is the right word. Sometimes, all it takes is your attention. You will see the light of recognition in their eyes. Don’t ignore them. That’s what they want. Show them you care about them by talking to them like they comprehend. They might wake up.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAK!!!!!

I LOVE YOU!!!!
❤ ❤ ❤

 

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Nia

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Brothers and Sisters of Allah’s Chosen People
The So-Called American Negroes of the Asiatic Tribe of Shabazz

Nia means “Purpose” in Kiswahili.

I am learning day by day what Allah’s Purpose for me is in life.

My purpose, just like every other Black person on the Earth,
Is to Submit to the Will of Allah.

His Will For Me is to Help Him Raise the Mentally Dead So-Called American Negroes

And I am a Muslim; so Willingly or Unwillingly I MUST submit.

He Has Me In ATLANTA, THE CAPITAL OF GEORGIA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

And it is getting very interesting.

Allah Told Me Years Ago Who My Soulmate Is, Which Makes Me Very Lucky.

Because I’m not looking.

But instead of pairing me with my Soulmate right now,
Which will bring about an end to my Ministering,
He Has Me Playing “Girlfriend” To Other Brothers,
Raising Them Up To Higher Standards.

It Never Goes Past The
Getting To Know You
Stage
Because They’re Not My Soulmate.

That’s my favorite part of Love.
It’s New and Exciting and Fun and Interesting
And I Thrive in that Arena!

It Just Gets To Wherever Their Level Is.
I Bring Them There;
Tell Them What They Need To Do To Advance;
They Get Pissed;
I Get Bored;
And
I
Go
Back
To
My
Husband
.