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FEBRUARY 20, 2017
11:04 A.M.A.D.-JAMAL
AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM OUR BEAUTIFUL AND BELOVED ASIATIC BLACK BEBIES!!!
Al Hamdulillah!!!!
The West WON!!!!!!
Yayyyyy!!!!
I had a fabulous weekend.
I can’t remember the last time I wrote but so much has happened I don’t know where to start.
In Journalism, we’re taught to get to the meat of the story first, whereas in creative writing, you build up to it.
I’m a Muslim creative journalist, so I’m gonna write about how Allah Wants me to write.
I ran into the “basehead”
I got on the mic at the shelter after chapel service when they asked if anybody had a testimony and I said:
“As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum! I just want to tell all the Black People there is a book called Message To The Blackman in America. Google it. You can read it online for free!”
LOL
I’m so gangsta.
That preacher lady didn’t know what to do!
But the “basehead” (who is not really a base head) saw me and after chapel came up and told me he had shook the devil’s spawn!!!!
I said,
Allahu Akbar!!!
Allah is the Greatest!!!
But there is something about Gods.
We are solitary people and we argue and battle for authority.
So, we got into it this morning and I’m at the library.
I don’t know where he is.
He finds me when Allah allows him to.
I wouldn’t be writing this if I was with him.
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I also found a store where I’m going to get my next pair of shoes.
Shoes are extremely important to Black People.
They tell you so much about a person.
Always keep your shoes fresh and cute.
They kept trying to hook me up with some baller niggas all day yesterday.
But I’m cool.
I’ve got the King!
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I had a good time tho.
I got a NBA Allstar bracelet and some beads but instead of beads they’re little basketballs. LOL
You know how people have names that signify what they do?
Alicia KEYS
Cheryl Swoopes.
Well, my mother named me A-NET.
So, I’m not ashamed that I like basketball anymore.
Or horses and guns like Annie Oakley.
Maybe Anet represents all the bad stuff about me.
Like Annie don’t wear no you-know-what’s.
I never would tell anyone my middle name growing up.
I hated it.
It wasn’t Annette like everybody else.
My mother told me she deliberately named me A-Net.
I never asked why.
I hated it.
A-Net.
But I’m never going to ask her, so I’ll just take it to mean that I’m a baller.
I’m not fighting it anymore.
I just do some stuff that boys do.
I don’t like it.
So, I do it in private.
Except play the piano.
I don’t like that sometimes I have to play.
Ball
Piano
But I go crazy when I try to not be myself.
One time I tried to not talk so much.
It almost drove me mad.
I’m always in the hospital anyway.
So, I’m just going to do boy stuff in private.
Or try to.
I can’t help the way I was made.
The things that have made me who I am
ARE
A
Part of Me
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I know who Rock is supposed to be with.
Her name is HONEY.
I was jealous at first.
But then again, I always am a little when Brothers who like me find the one they’re supposed to be with.
But I have Zawji.
So, I’m happy for them.
Sad for me.
But we’re last.
We have to make sure everybody else pairs up then and only then can we get together.
It is what it is.
He taught me something.
Zawji comes first.
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All-Star weekend was a trip.
I was outside the place they had the Legends Brunch
And there was this little red corvette stingray.
That was beautiful.
I sat there because the license plate was Louisiana but it said
GRAMBLING
So I know the owner was a Blackman.
I sat there and waited for him to come out.
Let me G where Grambling is.
I think it’s in the A.
BRB
It’s in Grambling, Louisiana
I had no idea.
But It Makes Sense.
I feel funny
Grambling
Let me see where Spelman is.
Okay, Morehouse is not Grambling.
LOL
I feel better.
Kinda
I gottawriteabout Zawji
He went to Southern.
Football isn’t everything.
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The SisterCaptain almost went to jail yesterday.
Some fools from South Africa tried to get me in trouble with the po-pos.
Bitch lost her purse and told her man I took it.
Then here his big ass comes talking about
“Can I look in your purse?”
I was like
“Nigga please”
The police was right there.
I just boned out.
Damn foreigners
Black foreigners act like white people.
Calling the police on Niggas and whatnot.
And they will not let up.
So, I ducked out in the mall where I saw Jadakiss
Till the heat blew off.
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Man, I wish I coulda took a picture of that Vette.
But Zawji wants me to describe it I guess.
I was purty.
It had a black top so I’m positive it was a convertible.
It had a fleur de lis in the corvette flag symbol
Let me see if I can find a picture.
BRB
I thought that shit was custom made
BUT
When I Googled it, I learned the fleur is part of the Louis Chevrolet family crest.
I like Chevrolet.
Not Ford.
Not Dodge.
Not Cadillac.
Not Chrysler.
I like Rolls Royce.
I like Honda/Acura
Not Toyota/Lexus
I like Mercedes.
BMW is okay for Blackmen.
Pontiac too.
I like Lincoln
I like Buick.
I like Bucks!
But I like them wild.
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In New Orleans, they have this thing called King Cake where they hide a little devil baby in it and if you find the baby it’s supposed to mean something.
Well, I think it’s all devilish, so when that devil baby fell out of my piece of cake I wrapped it up in an American flag and set that bitch on fire.
It was weird because somebody came right by me, but he didn’t say nothing and I definitely wasn’t going to say nothing.
He let me watch him do his man work and I really dug it but I felt like I wasn’t supposed to know what he was doing.
Dang feminist made me take electric shop in school so I knew exactly how to do what he was trying to do.
He was connecting his truck brake lights to the back of a float.
I think I jinxed him
BECAUSE
It didn’t work.
I would’ve took everything apart and started all over until I got it to work but he may have been pressed for time because he just took it the way it was.
Probably wanted to hurry up and get it to wherever they’re going to decorate it. Mardi Gras is only two weeks away.
It was cool.
He almost left his power tool and I wasn’t going to say anything. Not because I wanted it (I didn’t) but because I didn’t want to compromise my position. I would have had fun with it. Maybe. It was a drill. I probably would’ve started taking stuff apart. LOL
I feel like I’m not supposed to know how to even drive much less how to use a power drill. It was so cool too because it had a light on it.
Girls are not supposed to know how to splice wires and put together cars.
I was remembering when my daughter was little, I bought her a Barbie Jeep (it was pink) but girls are not even supposed to know how to drive much less how to put it together. But I didn’t know then what I know now.
She’s supposed to be riding around with Ken or Jamal (Christie) not pushing her own whip.
Girls.
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This morning I got up early, buried my hair and then went to see Rock.
I keep changing his name.
The only other person close to me that I’ve done that with was my mother.
I started out calling her Mama, then Ma then Mamacita.
I don’t like her.
I wonder if that says anything about my relationship with Rock.
We still get along well but I had to use a little “magic” to stay with him because his family is trying to tear us apart.
I love them but they don’t like me because I hate devils.
Everytime I see him he has on a Treme’ something.
I LOVE IT!
The shirts call it “The Jazz Corner of the World”
I DON’T LIKE IT!
It should read, “THE BIRTHPLACE OF JAZZ”
I think they may be scared.
That statement holds a lot of weight.
BUT
It’s the TRUTH.
ALL
YOU
HAVE
TO
DO
IS
GO
THERE
And you’ll see.
Jazz oozes up out of the cracks in the street.
It’s carried in the zephyrs.
It rides on the clouds above.
In lives in the hearts of the people.
Everything about The Treme’ spells J.A.Z.Z.
I know the guy who makes the T-shirts.
I’m sure I told him.
BUT
Sometimes it takes a while to admit you’re in error.
In Sha Allah, he’ll make new ones.
I will definitely buy a hoodie for my son.
He should put the fleur de lis somewhere on them too.
I saw Rock in his work clothes.
He tried to start an argument with me so he could leave.
I wouldn’t let him.
I’m too hip.
So, he offered his hand
AND
I took off my glove and let him grasp mine.
That was the first time we’ve ever done that.
The other day when I went to see him,
I was singing
Coloring
And he was quietly listening.
I like to sing around people
BUT
I try to sing like they’re not there
BUT
AT
THE
SAME
TIME
I’m gauging they’re responses
Taking
Note
To
When
They
Stop
Talking
But still singing when they are talking
Like I don’t care if they’re listening or not.
I’m just practicing anyway,
Right?
But he said
Kinda just loud enough for me to hear
“Sing it, Mama”
At the time I didn’t really feel anything
I just tried to sing better.
BUT
NOW
!!!
Everytime I think about it
My Heart Skips A Beat.
This was Sunday.
Men and women are not even supposed to be friends.
And I have a Zawji
It’s just that we’re not together.
AND
Sometimes
That’s my problem.
I need attention.
I even had a t-shirt with those words on it back in the nineties
When everybody was wearing those t-shirts from the seventies.
I didn’t realize how true it was
Until today.
That’s how I lost Zawji
In High School.
I hate that I’m like that.
I don’t want to be like Billie.
In Lady Sings The Blues.
She was supposed to be happy cooking and cleaning for Louis
But he thought his applause wasn’t good enough.
I think it was plenty.
I would love to sing for my Louis/Billy Dee/Zawji
While I’m baking him chocolate chip cookies or a bean pie or roasting vegetables or making bean soup or a milk and honey fruit shake or chocolate ice cream or marinating salmon for him to cue.
I wouldn’t have to sing another note
I WOULD BE AS HAPPY AS A QUEEN
IF
I could do that for the rest of my life.
He was the only thing that was missing when I WAS doing all that
SO
My L.A. landlord called me yesterday.
It was nice to know he still thinks about me.
I know he had a place for me but I wouldn’t let him tell me.
I just interrupted him and informed him of my whereabouts.
I told him he would be the first one I call whenever I decide to hit the Shaw.
😉 😉 😉 😛 😛
And don’t wait until a holiday to call me!
Also tell Paul and Shaun I said As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum
I kinda have a New Orleans hook-up but she’s too into Yoruba and Catholicism
And is low-key trying to make me into her ho.
SO
Cheah
That’s a no-go.
I am trying to get some low-income housing but it takes so long.
I rescheduled my dentist appointment so I’m going to be here at least another month.
Now, you know I’m in the Nation and we don’t celebrate nothing but Saviour’s Day.
Valentine’s Day just reminds me that Saviour’s Day is coming!!!!!
Yaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
Everyday should be like Valentine’s Day when you’re really in love anyway.
Like ME & ZAWJI
He gives me roses and chocolate every day of the year and don’t say nothing about nobody named St. Valentine!
He gives me those things because he loves me
AND
I LOVE HIM
Because he shows me how much he loves me
BY
Giving me things I love.
Complete your cipher.
Valentine’s Day is not about roses and chocolate.
It’s about appreciating (or should be) the person who loves you.
BUT
The problem with the devil and his days is that he designates one day a year to celebrate important things.
And belittles the importance by commercializing on them.
I think if you have to set aside a day to show someone how much you appreciate them it shows you might not really appreciate them.
Let me give you an example.
I used to be married and when our anniversary came, I didn’t remember.
I felt stupid when my husband came talking about “Happy Anniversary.”
I felt bad because I didn’t remember. I thought maybe I didn’t love him like I should. I guess I really didn’t seeing as how we’re not married anymore.
But not only that, I felt stupid celebrating and I didn’t know anything about the nation yet. Well, not much.
For me, anniversaries are unimportant because I planned to be married for the rest of my life so what difference does it make that we made it a year?
I mean, why celebrate?
We should celebrate our love (marriage) EVERY DAY and grow deeper in love EVERY DAY if we’re really meant to be together.
We weren’t.
This society puts emphasis on the wrong things.
Who cares what day you got married on?
As long as you marry your one true love.
EVERY DAY you’re together should be celebrated.
Just on the strength of appreciating that you were lucky enough to find each other
Knowing that there are many people who are still looking.
I mean, at least celebrate a week!
Love is important.
Valentine’s Week SMH
Should be all year.
EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR
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So, this year has been kinda weird.
A couple days ago I was feeling very emotional.
I had just “broken up” with those two Muslims and was lonely as hell.
I went to see Pops and sat on his lap and just cried cried cried.
He told me something like I have a responsibility to music.
I dig that.
But, I’m not singing or playing music publicly until the devil is destroyed.
I thought maybe just for Black people but somebody might record it and the devil might get ahold to it.
So cheah
Anyway, the next night, I went back to see Pops and there was this Brother there.
He came and really started talking to me.
His voice!
He reminds me of this Brother but better because he doesn’t have to turn it on, it’s just naturally like that AND he has a NEW ORLEANS ACCENT!!!
SO
He makes jewelry and sells it which is really admirable to ya gurl.
I was thinking this morning while I was sitting across the street from a Black-owned car wash that I admire this Brother more than Bebe (the owner of the car wash) because although Bebe probably makes a lot of money, he is still a servant.
Brother T
IS A PRODUCER!!!
It takes more ingenuity to develop a product (design, manufacture, produce, market) and sell it than to just serve people.
Anybody can wash a car.
Not everybody has the power to create something from nothing.
SO
We kicked it that first night (Sunday)
Early in the morning, he told me his mother was going to call and he was going over her house and told me he wanted to introduce me to her.
I didn’t go.
He knows all about Zawji, of course.
I even told him that Zawji sent him to me so I wouldn’t be alone.
It didn’t dawn on me that it was Valentine’s Day until yesterday.
He was at his mom’s all day and then last night when he went to the Quarter to sell his wares, I went to sleep and when I woke up this morning, he had gone to Ma Dukes’ again.
Let me G why Dilla called his Mom “Ma Dukes” BRB
“How did you come to be called Ma Dukes?My son, Dilla, and his friends just started calling me that and I never asked why.”
I am probably the only woman in the world who would admire someone like him over Bebe, but across the street is a store that sells stripper paraphernelia and next door is a restaurant and written in the cement is the name of the owner of the restaurant and Bebe’s name together. They are a couple.
I’m afraid Bebe is a low-key pimp, using the Car Wash as a front.
No talent.
Leeches.
I realized that those two Muslim Brothers are just like other homeless Brothers I have met. I wrote about two Brothers I met in Atlanta.
They are always two Brothers. One is significantly older (maybe fifteen years) older than the other one, has a habit (cigarettes, coke, liquor or whatever) and uses the younger brother (phone, energy, contacts, ideas, creativity usually) and the younger brother misguidedly looks up to the older Brother. But when the younger brother starts to come up, the older brother holds him back. It’s sad. He feels obligated to the older Brother and doesn’t want to leave him, but the older brother is holding him back and knows if the younger brother leaves him, his life is basically over unless he can find another source to leech off of.
That’s why Tip said the music industry (rule #4080 ) and I think life in general, is made up of so many shady people. They find someone with talent (artist) and leech off of them.
That’s why I fly solo dolo because I know it’s harder for a lady. We are naturally dependent. I’ve got Allah and Zawji (who are both unseen on me) but talk to me five minutes. 😉
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T is a great guy but I’m too old to be with a Brother who is still dependent on his mother. I did that in High School. I’ve been out of school thirty years and if you are introducing me to your mother at her house something is wrong.
Invite us both to dinner. I would prefer it to be at your house more than a restaurant because your house will be our house and gives me a firmer foundation for future dinners. If you’re really serious anyway.
Some mothers don’t want to pass the baton to their son’s wife.
They want him to remain dependent on her forever.
Some fathers are the same way with their daughters.
I think it’s like that when they are not satisfied with their mate.
So they look for love from their children.
It’s sickening.
They can’t let go and let their children find their fulfillment in their mate.
Your spouse should be your everything.
That’s why I call him my ZAWJI.
He is my father now.
I don’t need to ask my daddy for anything monetarily anymore.
Zawji got it covered. I’m dependent on him financially.
He is my BEST FRIEND.
I don’t need any girlfriends.
Zawji got it covered. I’m dependent on him for everything including advice about girl stuff.
The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) is a MAN, but he made ladies out of former prostitutes. And if you think about it, it makes sense. Who can teach a lady how she should act better than a man? He knows what men like. And The Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) was chosen by Allah, to be HIS MESSENGER. So He Knows How To Make Women of Allah. That’s what I want to be.
Zawji is my Brother.
I don’t need anybody else to protect me.
Zawji got it covered.
He is my son.
I get to mother him and do all the things he would go to his mother for.
I got it covered.
Maybe not because he’s not with me yet.
In Sha Allah, soon. 😀
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Oh, and He is my husband.
So we get to do all the things I can’t and don’t want to do with the other men in my life. 🙂
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Everybody on Facebook is talking about that movie.
The Funny thing about the Johnsons or something.
Maybe Strange things.
I don’t know.
But that movie is really sick.
I saw part of it and it really messed me up.
Having been a victim of incest, it made me really feel like something was wrong.
With me!
The victim!
I turned it off but somebody on FB said it gets worse. Much worse.
No, I didn’t turn it off right then.
I saw one more scene that made me turn it off.
I think America is the no I KNOW America is the most wickedest place that has ever been on our planet.
I wanted to be a Nun growing up.
I think because there is solace in being in solitude.
I could totally live in a cave if it had central heating and a bathroom.
I don’t even need a kitchen. A hot plate every now and then would be nice but I could live without it in exchange for not having to be around any people.
Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) of fourteen hundred years ago used to go up into the cave to get away from it all. And that is where he received the first revelation of the Holy Qur’an.
The Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that Allah revealed the Holy Qur’an to him.
Most people think He (Allah) used an Angel (Jibril/Gabriel).
But the point is he was alone and away from everybody and everything.
This world makes you think something is wrong with you if you do that.
They even have a medical/psychological diagnosis for it – isolating.
And they FORCE you to go to group.
#trialsofapsychpatient
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Anyway
He gave me a bracelet.
I let him put it on me.
He tried to cuff me.
I let him
for one day.
He told me Don’t Talk To Anybody Else.
I even did it.
For one day.
I took it off.
And it was almost physically painful.
Bracelets are just as important as a ring almost.
It’s symbolic of cuffing you.
I haven’t figured out the ring yet.
Oh yeah, someone said it’s because the ring finger is connected to the heart or something.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Bebies!
Sometimes I forget what state of mind many of our people are in.
I think everybody should have common sense and know the TRUTH like I.
But there are still many people lost in confusion (darkness).
I was thinking this morning that there are many places where they do not allow the guests to talk about religion or politics.
Because everybody thinks they are right. And arguments are inevitable.
But if you prohibit people from discussion then how can you ever arrive at the TRUTH.
One of us is right, but if we aren’t allowed to discuss it then how can I bring the other person into the light?
At least let me try.
If they reject it, then that’s on them.
People can’t handle the TRUTH.
It hurts.
But it only hurts the guilty.
I love the discussion of TRUTH.
It empowers me.
And you too, if you are open to receive it.
So, I’m staying in the New Orleans Rescue Mission or whatever it’s called and I swear Louisiana has got to be the most religious state in the United Snakes of North America. I’m positive we are the only state that has “parishes” as opposed to counties. Let me G it. BRB Yup. Only Louisiana. Now let me G “parish.” Wait for it…
par·ish
ˈperiSH/ (itn’t that evil?)
noun
(in the Christian Church) a small administrative district typically having its own church and a priest or pastor.
A parish is a church territorial unit constituting a division within a diocese. A parish is under the pastoral care and clerical jurisdiction of a parish priest, who might be assisted by one or more curates, and who operates from a parish church.
So creepy.
So, the whole state is under a religious government. And it’s Catholic. The worst type of Christians ever. Here is what the Messenger (pbuh) taught us about Catholics:
“A pagan religion was adopted by the Jews in Judaism. They didn’t want the Blackman’s religion, Islam, nor would they accept the Yellowman’s religion, Buddhism, the whiteman had to invent himself a religion that would fit his nature, for his being evil, his religion had to be flexible enough to allow him to practice his evil and worship statues, drink blood (wine), eat (body flesh), etc.
“They applied the teachings of Moses (Islam) to paganism, thus Judaism began. Judaism kept the Jews a united people. The other devils used parts of Judaism, paganism and combined all those teachings together, thus began Catholicism, out of Catholicism they invented Christianity 551 years ago. We wouldn’t expect a whiteman to accept a Black, Brown, Red and Yellowman’s religion. They hate everything Black… That stands for Black.”
And this (Catholicism) is what is used to run the state of Louisiana.
So, Allah Decided to place me right in the midst of it – at a state run shelter – a Mission, no less.
Now, we have the Union Rescue Mission in L.A. and I know there’s one in Vegas. I’ve never stayed at the one in Vegas but I don’t remember seeing any crosses or pictures of “Jesus” and “Mary” (I put them in quotations because those pictures are not anywhere close to being depictions of Jesus and Mary who were Black) when I went there.
I just left the one in Los Angeles and they stopped making the guests sit through a sermon before feeding and letting us go to bed.
But Louisiana!
Oh My Goodness!
I went for Lunch just to check it out and see if it would be worth coming back to try and stay the night and we sat in the chapel but there was no sermon. I heard the preachers were in a meeting.
I don’t mean to sound vain in the least, but I would not be surprised if the meeting was due to the presence of a certain Muslim in full Muslim garb who signed her name as LOVE ALLAH! LOL!
I make stuff happen.
But I was grateful. The meal was aight – some mediocre gumbo. I was gonna just pick the shrimp out and eat the rice and roux. I didn’t get to enjoy it tho. They separate the men from the women but I was the last to go in and there was no more room at the women’s table so they sat me at the men’s table.
I took personal offense and left the table.
Why would they do me like that?
Testing me.
They sit the one woman trying to live Christlike with a table full of men and expect me to EAT with them??? Christianity is full of prostitutes and loose women and they are trying to make me into one.
I left the room.
Then when I said something about it, they played dumb. Like I was the one who sat the other women at their own table!
Christians.
But I went back that evening because I didn’t want to get arrested for trespassing and it’s just EASIER.
So, I got a bed and was instructed to then sit in the chapel.
You HAVE to sit through a chapel meeting and you can’t use your phone. I read my Holy Qur’an, but I did listen a little bit for amusement.
The Reverend’s sermon was all about integration and miscegenation and how Allah (God) Wants to “break down social barriers” when he knows just as well as anyone that this is the Great Day of Separation.
I had to laugh at how he stood up there, read the Bible and then told us stuff was in there that wasn’t, like we hadn’t just heard him read it and explain it!!!
People get caught up in the show and don’t listen constructively. He stood up there and said, “God said thus thus and thus” after just reading the Bible knowing what he just said was nowhere in what he had read.
I’m sorry if I’m repeating myself. I’m just flabbergasted at how they lie outright and nobody says anything!!!
SHEEP.
They think because he’s a Reverend, everything he says is the truth, when he’s paid to lie to control the sheep.
I felt like I was sitting in a 2017 slavery prayer meeting. The only difference was there were more in the audience instead of just on the stage and the reverend was preaching miscegenation instead of just love your slavemasters – kinda the same thing, huh? I’m nauseous.
I had plenty of questions. But churches are not like the mosque where you can ask questions after the lecture. So, I just pitied the poor sheep and their shepherd and went on and tried to get through the night.
So, all of the shelters I’ve been in are just entry levels for the programs. It’s so evil what they do to poor Black people who have no knowledge of self. We will submit to anything. That’s the definition of a Nigger. Not this nor that. Just waiting for someone to position him somewhere.
So, we have to do everything, wait. First, they strip you of all you personal belongings. I had to surrender my purse! They said for security reasons. I don’t trust anyone, but I went along with them. I figured everything could be replaced and the woman in the dormitory convinced me there hadn’t been a theft in the three years she’s been in charge. So, I submitted. I felt like they got me though. They do everything very subtly. That’s what makes it so deceptive. They secretly get you to surrender your whole life over to them by degrees.
It’s incestuous. The people who work there all went through the program and now live, work, eat and sleep there. The program runs their whole lives. It’s like the military. An institution. Like jail. Once you go through the program, you’re incapable of living without it and incapable of doing something for self.
I know that’s why Allah Has Me Right Up In there. Just like when I went to Atlanta. All I did was ask the people in the program, “What is your plan when you get out of the program?” Do something for yourself. They are slaves and don’t even know it. They have not the slightest thought of working or supporting themselves without the help of the program. Even feeding themselves, much less providing themselves with shelter. That’s how they get you.
They give you a place to live.
At the very least, feed yourself.
Food is crucial to your livelihood.
Whoever feeds you, controls you.
They can cut you off at any moment.
So you do whatever they say to keep that meal coming.
To keep that roof over your head.
Next thing you know, you work there for added benefits. Then they provide you with your own housing in one of their units. Everybody you know is in or a graduate of the program. I don’t know of any families produced from graduates of the program.
Most live in SROs (in L.A.) or shotguns (in New Orleans) neither of which is conducive to families.
I’m getting depressed. 😥
Let me change the subject. This is what happened when we got to the dormitory.
Everyone has to take a shower and put on the clothes they give you to sleep in. You put your clothes on the porch and put them back on in the morning. You surrender your phone before you go to bed too.
So, I’m waiting for my shower, reading my Qur’an minding my own business. Trying not to get into any arguments on my first night. I’ve found that if I’m friendly, eventually it gets ugly (believe it or not), so I decided to just stay to myself.
So, I’m reading my Arabic Holy Qur’an and somebody walks by and says something like, “She’s reading that Qur’an!” “In the house of God!” “That devil Bible!” I didn’t even look up.
I have so little patience for ignorance.
Later I realized it’s better that I don’t know who said it. Because then I can be justified in treating everybody the same. I know they don’t know any better.
Nobody stepped to me. So I wasn’t tripping. I was ready if they wanted to get into some gangsta stuff but in these shelters if you fight, you get kicked out. So, I know they weren’t going to start nothing.
All you have to do is show no fear and they always back down.
I wasn’t even afraid of getting jumped. I know I’ma get a couple of them.
Later this Sister who I had recognized spoke to me. Which was cool. It’s good to have an ally sometimes.
I guess I’ll go back. You get 21 days, then they probably want you to enter the program. Either that or you’re “off on your own, Girl.” 😛 In Sha Allah, I won’t get kicked out. I’m sure if I made it through the first night, I can make it the rest. But Allah Knows Best. At least that New Orleans weather is back. It’s not nearly as cold as it was when I left. In sha Allah, it will stay this way and I won’t have to go back to L.A. next month.
I’m thinking about it.
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There were three tornadoes here yesterday.
TBH, I wouldn’t even have known if I didn’t get alerts on my phone and seen all that stuff on Facebook. I mean it was raining, but it’s always raining in New Orleans. LOL
Somebody said on FB, New Orleans can’t catch a break!
I think it’s because it’s run by Catholicism, which is in opposition to Allah and His One True Religion – ISLAM. So, Allah is Teaching Them A Lesson. Get right!
Everybody’s getting ready for Mardi Gras, which I’m convinced is the wickedest place and time on the Planet!
And it’s supposed to be a religious holiday!!!
Christians “prepare” for a time when they are supposed to be holy by being wicked!!!
They are, apparently, trying to get all the wickedness out of their system before being holy. SMH
Muslims are just the opposite. We prepare for being holy by being holy.
Before the month of Ramadan, we start eating right so we won’t tax our system when the time comes to fast. This makes sense. Do it gradually.
But that’s Christians for you.
Opposers of what is right.
I know where I’m going to hide during Mardi Gras. Oh no.
I just remembered.
My cubby hole is on the street most of the parades go down.
I was there on New Year’s and it was HELL!!!
Maybe I’ll go to the lake….
It’s peaceful and far far away from the French Quarter.
My last day at the shelter is the same day as Mardi Gras.
See how Allah and Zawji do me?
I try to hide from all this wickedness and they force me into it.
To test me. But I think more to see what I’m gonna do. Even though everything is written. I just HATE it. They squeezed me out last time. I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE but they want people to see me. I’m filthy and still getting compliments. SMH I know They want me out in it, otherwise They wouldn’t have brought me here.
It’s like when you see a baby screaming and hollering about something and it’s so cute. They’re torturing me for my own good. For Black people’s own good. I know most have never seen anyone like me. So they force me out.
I know where I’m going.
Somebody told me where the Black people have been going for Mardi Gras for centuries, so I’m going to submit and just go there.
I kinda want to see the Mardi Gras Indians. I’m not scared of them anymore. I told the Brothers I met last year what color I would wear if I was an Indian and I’m seeing that color everywhere now. I think they may have been Indians low key.
I also met this Brother last year who told me he was a “skeleton.” He told me they come out first, real early in the morning and knock on everybody’s door telling them, “You’re Next.” I know he wasn’t supposed to reveal that (his identity) to me. Everybody’s incognegro out here, wearing masks and costumes and whatnot. But it must be the Islam. People think I’m somebody. LOL
There are so many rituals they have here. Voodou is more powerful than Catholicism low key. I just hate how all the Black people love devils. It’s sickening. I saw it again last night. The white people will laugh and joke with the Black people then leave the Black people and go with the devils leaving the Black people looking stupid because they can’t go too. SMH
But they think I’m wrong for not speaking to them.
12:20 AMAD-JAMAL
I think maybe the Indians may be okay.
I mean, what do they really have to do with Lent?
Let me Google them
BRB
Okay, I saw a picture and it scared me.
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