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.

❤