بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters and Brothers of the Aboriginal Black Nation of the Planet Earth – The Tribe of Shabazz

I pray Allah you all are happy and healthy and enjoying abundant Blessings of Our Saviour, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever. I am happy to write that I am the same. I thank Allah!!!

This was my first Saturday in Atlanta and it was boring. I’m still waiting for something fun to happen.

I got up and left intending to go pay my phone bill but ended up at this park one of the Brothers reported to me was having some trouble with some youth who have been acting out of control.

I went there and ran into some Christians. So, you know I had to mess with them. Then I talked to a Brother who was very interested for a while then decided to visit the Library.

On my way, I followed one of my husband’s doppelgangers and he led me to this little out of the way promenade with a lot of restaurants. Since Iftar at the Masjid, I have really been craving more INDIAN FOOD, which is the BEST FOOD IN THE WORLD, IMHO.

I asked a Brother passing by if there was an Indian restaurant nearby and he pointed out one across the street. It was called Naan something like Naan Sense or some other clever play on words.

I went in and looked at the menu. They didn’t have curried vegetables 😦 But they had something called Panaan or something with Masala sauce, which I have a recipe for but never tasted. They didn’t have the sauce there yet, so I ordered a Chai and a Guava Nectar and went back outside to sit at a table and wait.

I set up shop (propped my books [Holy Qur’an and Message To The Blackman] and arranged my fliers so they would be handy and started writing some more.) The Chai was boo boo and  it was the restaurant brand so decided I wasn’t going to risk trying the food and I just drank my Guava juice and handed fliers out right there.

I met one of Erykah Badu’s doppelgangers. I have a love/hate relationship with her. I feel sorry for her because I interviewed her before her first album came out and I was really impressed with her whole image. She has Daddy issues and is looking for love in other than herself. She talked for twenty minutes nonstop and I just listened.

When she finally paused I told her to stop thinking about men completely and ONLY THINK ABOUT ALLAH. ONLY. She listened. I said it again. STOP THINKING ABOUT MEN AND FOCUS YOURSELF ON ALLAH ONLY. She still didn’t start talking like before and I knew she must really be contemplating what I was saying. And I believe in doing everything in threes, so I said it one more time. DON’T GET INVOLVED WITH ANY MAN UNTIL YOU GET YOURSELF TOGETHER. FOCUS ONLY ON ALLAH. NO MEN.

She looked as if she had never considered that. But I could see a visible change in her demeanor. She calmed down and was more contemplative. I was happy I was able to help her. And she bought me a meal in a show of gratitude for my advice. I told her to call me anytime for moral support.

Later a couple of Brothers sat at my table and we rapped for about an hour. They were Gullah/Geechee and I was enchanted because those islands are on my list of places to visit. They were Muslims and we talked and talked and talked. They also had love issues – one of them. I told him the same thing I told Erykah. Focus on Allah ONLY. Get your relationship with Allah so Tight that you are tuned in to His Divine Guidance. You should hear His voice so clearly that when you come across your soulmate, you’ll hear Him Pointing her out to you. He appreciated that advice.

By the time they left, all of the restaurants were closing up shop, so I started to head for home, but Allah literally Turned me around toward the opposite direction, which I have never visited.

I walked deeper into the heart of downtown and I was totally creeped out because there is this big spooky building that towers over the whole city, but I was drawn to it. It looked just like this deserted hospital in New Orleans but ten times bigger.

Allah Sent a homeless Blackman to walk in the same direction and I took advantage of the escort. He was humming a tune and that always makes me feel comfortable (when people sing or whistle or anything musical) and the next thing I know I was right in front of the building and it looked really nice.

There was a wedding going on inside and I peeked in. Someone told me Atlanta has the highest percentage of homelessness in the country. So a. public transportation is sky high and b. the buildings are secured where you can’t just walk in and look around like in other cities I’ve been.

But I continued in that direction and it felt good. I liked the area, it was more lively. Like DTLA and French Quarter in NOLA. The Ritz Carlton had the swankiest restaurant I have ever seen and I made a mental note to eat there one day, In Sha Allah.

I just Googled it and learned they have live Jazz, so you know it’s on.

Anyway, I keep walking, really enjoying my surroundings and who should I come across but some Hebrew Israelites!!! You know I had to mess with them.

They were in the middle of a shouting match with this homeless man. So, I just started handing out my fliers. They would not take one, but the audience did.

I started talking to this one low-key but knowledgeable Brother and I got a taste of what it’s like to have a boyfriend/husband in America in 2016.

These Blackwomen are so “thungry”! It was laughable. This one young Sister came and stood so close to him I thought she was his wife. So, I acknowledged her, but she didn’t say anything. I’m thinking they were together and she was just submitting and let him “teach me” So, I kept talking to him and figured he would leave with her eventually. But he never paid her any attention and eventually she left. I was like okay.

So, I’m handing out fliers and the Hebrews and the homeless man are shouting and everybody’s staring. I’m talking to the Brother intermittedly handing out fliers, trying to be heard over the shouting.

The homeless man and one of the processing Hebrews were shouting in each other’s faces, close enough to kiss and guess who broke it up. Yours Truly. I’ve been trained in how to deal with our people and all you have to do to break up a fight is walk between them. You don’t even have to say anything. Just break the invisible line between them. So I squeezed through and that was it. They were heated but I had No fear.

The Hebrew leader commented on it though. He was going to let them fight. I hate seeing Black people fight. We are Brothers and Sisters. We don’t need to be fighting each other.

So, one of the Hebrew Leaders was shouting about how Christ died to save our sins. So, I yelled, “You sound like a Christian!” and, “Oh, you’re Christians???”

He was discomfitted for a minute and they ended up leaving. I was still there after they loaded up their car and left or walked off. The Muslim was Still Standing.

So, I ended up giving the food Erykah bought me to this homeless man. That was so hard because I hadn’t eaten all day and it was INDIAN FOOD!!!! But Allah Told Me to give it to him. He offered to give me three dollars, but I just gave it to him. Albeit reluctantly.

So, I needed to go to CVS and there was one right there and I hinted to the low-key Brother, I needed to get something to eat, “Who was going to buy me something to eat???” In my damsel in distress voice.

He said he would, I told him I wanted to eat at the Ritz, but I needed to go to CVS first. So we went to CVS and I haven’t been anywhere with a Brother like that since forever, so I’m just doing my shopping and every female in the store was checking him out. He was the only Blackman there, except for the store manager. Blackwomen were staring at him. White women. Foreign women. All of them. All I could think was Wow! Women are so forward. They have absolutely no respect for relationships. He was clearly with me but they were staring at him like I wasn’t even there.  I left enlightened though. It let me know what I can expect when Jamal and I are finally reunited. 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤

So, we leave and walk back toward the Ritz, but he started Googling vegetarian restaurants, so I was like Oh well. I’ll guess I’ll have to take myself. 😉

We went to the same restaurant in Underground Atlanta where I ate yesterday. They have Grilled Salmon. He bought my meal and I felt funny eating with him, but I wasn’t ready to go to the shelter, so I let him lead me to a table and he went to the exact same table I had eaten at yesterday!

We talked and all I could think was, Al Hamdulillah Allah Told Me Who I’m supposed to marry. It’s too hard trying to find common ground. We didn’t agree on anything. I wasn’t about to argue with him, because I’ve been taught to submit, but I have Supreme Wisdom and he found fault with everything I told him.

I’m so thankful, I’m not searching for anything. Not Love. Not Truth. Not Anything. It is Freedom. Allahu Akbar. Thank-you, Low-Key!!!