بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful Black Bebies

So, I’ve been procrastinating about writing this blog long enough.

I just didn’t have anything to write about and when I write it gives the enemy clues to my whereabouts so they can trail me.

But Allah is Sufficient.

I got to Facebook and help some Brothers who are mistakenly following leaders other than The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him).

But you know, now that I’m writing, I feel one thousand per cent better.

Razzaq was telling me to write all morning.

But, like I said, I didn’t have anything to write about.

It feels so good to be out in The New Orleans weather.

It rained last night and I didn’t even know.

Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are due forever, keeps me sheltered without me even being aware. Al Hamdulillah!

So cheah.

It’s the end of the month and I’m just trying to make it until I get my check on Friday without being caught.

I mean, jail would mean shelter and three meals, but they make me take off my headpiece. Both jail and the hospital.

That’s the only reason why I don’t want to go.

That and I probably would have to buy another laptop and iphone.

Police steal.

I never get my stuff back.

They stole two hundred dollars from me the first time I got arrested.

I had a tablet TWICE that I never saw again.

They steal in the hospital too.

I had twenty dollars in my purse the last time I went in, but when I got out, no duckets.

So, I’m just going to try and persevere.

I had a loaf of bread, some cream cheese and capers that I hid yesterday because I didn’t want to carry it around with me and this morning when I went to go get it (I really wanted to eat too) it was gone.

But Allah is Razzaq.

I survived three months here last year with nothing.

I was just about to say, It’s just BORING and then I look out the window and see white puffs racing across the sky. I’ve never seen clouds travel as quickly as they do in New Orleans. It’s amazing.

New Orleans is so romantic.

Especially at night.

But I heard somebody got killed on Bourbon Street this weekend. And nine people were injured in a shootout.

They say Bayou Classic is one of the most dangerous times in New Orleans.

Apparently some Brothers who had beef ran into each other but neither one of them got injured.

I rode by and saw how lit it was. I mean they had streets blocked off so cars couldn’t go down them and there were Black folks er’wherr, and I love that, but something kept me from going in. Al Hamdulillah!

I guess I’ll buy another loaf of bread and try and keep it this time.

The Messenger (May the peace and the blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us that bread and milk are our best foods. Or bean soup and bread. So, I’ll get some more cream cheese and that can be my “milk” LOL

It’s just SO peaceful where I am right now and peace is HARD to come by in this wicked world, so I’m hesitant to leave.

Maybe when my battery runs out…

It’s so HOT today.

This weather is bananas.

But I’d rather be hot than cold.

I was thinking about telling Keyvin about one of my HONEYCOMB HIDEOUTS that I hate. But I would hate to have to go there one day and have to try and kick him out. So, sorry Key, that would not be a good look. Take the road less traveled and find your own spots.