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!

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