Month: March 2017

Crossing

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I wish I had some good music I could write to and access to a recording studio where I could record it.
Barbie went online and bought some music, rented studio time and came out with some good music.
I suppose I could do the same thing if I really wanted to. Let me see where I can find some music. I’ve done it before (found some beats) but I want JAZZ – STRAIGHT-AHEAD JAZZ. That’s probably impossible to find some music that needs vocals. Most of the music (straight-ahead) sounds fine without vocals. I guess Karaoke it is until I can prove myself worthy of a backing band. Oh yeah. I didn’t want to sing until we get together. Or until the devil is destroyed. I just have all this music in me. I got that sheet music yesterday and since it looks like I’m going to be staying in the NO, I’m already thinking about hitting the piano again.
I called Keith but I’m starting to wonder if he’s full of it because I never got the music. It’s just as well because it’s not jazz and I didn’t really like what he let me hear. I think about Kahlil – he had some fire but it’s not jazz and I know he wants to get paid. I feel guilty not paying them.
I think I’ll window shop for some beats. When I have time. Maybe.
I found Ibni’s clothes. I can’t wait to order them. He better like them. He says “They’re Alligator!” LOL I want to get him a Kangol too. May. I can get the jacket and shirt for two hundred. Three hundred for rent. One hundred for phone. That will leave me with one seventy to play with. I think I’ll buy a bike. It’s getting hot. I can’t be walking in this heat. I can also ride to the French Q and the river and the lake. Cheah. This time I’ll have some place to keep it so I won’t have to worry about somebody stealing it so much. Hopefully I can get one for less than a hundred. I always get the fly bikes. I can’t help it. This last one was flyer than I knew. I also realized I need the bar across the middle to rest my knee on. I didn’t know that and the last one didn’t have it. It was annoying when I wanted to rest my knee on it and it wasn’t there.
I can’t wait until next month to ride through the quarter. I’m excited now. This is why I love writing you! I always come up with good ideas that make me happy. And give me something to anticipate!!!!!
I’m watching the Biggie movie. It’s aight. I’ve never been a fan but it’s interesting to see what his life was like. It’s sad his father was such a jerk and how he hid his money from his mother. He just got incarcerated. That was a punk move whatever happened. The way they showed him calling his moms like a little girl. West coast people are harder than east coast. I think. Compton period. It comes in handy when people try to punk you like my roommates. They have no idea. I’m just waiting for that devil to tell Derrick I did something. She keeps eating my food. I stopped keeping my food in the fridge. It can last. The milk I have to keep in there. And she drank some of that too, but Allah will pay her back cause I’m out on the third whether I move or go back to L.A. She can kiss my derriere.
I’m in love with you, Love. That sounds more serious than I love you. I’m IN LOVE with you. I’m IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’m IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’m IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU.
I never thought about it that way. That sounds like something only men and women can say to each other. I mean you can’t tell your child or parent or friend I’m In Love With You. It reminds me of Eric Benet’s song. I can’t wait to hear you tell me that. Let me get the song brb
I used to love this song He is good at reworking old hits into new hits or what should be new hits. I’m just glad that’s not his daughter he’s singing with. I thought it was.
Just tell me something you don’t tell those other girls around you….
That’s what I used to think about you being around all those other girls. Made me so insecure. I never thought you could love me the way I loved you. You were famous and fine and everybody loved you. I never thought you could love only me – around all those women. I don’t see myself as beautiful, certainly not beautiful enough to compete with model types but if you love me you love me and it doesn’t matter what they look like. I understand that now. It’s not about looks. It’s about hearts. Yours is mine and mine is yours. I wouldn’t jeopardize what we have for anything in the world. I know you wouldn’t either. It’s not worth it. Sex with somebody else, even though it could be super hot, wouldn’t be worth it. I’m not going to experiment. Because I don’t think sex with anybody else would be hotter than sex with you – my best friend. Even if he has the body of that brother I met in Tuba Fats Square and worked it like a pro, I couldn’t kiss him and feel what I feel for you. Sex without kissing is empty. And, kisses without love (anybody other than you) are always empty. I would have to force myself to feel aroused. But, arousal without love is empty lust. And afterwards you feel empty and used. I have had enough of that.
I don’t want anyman touching me but you. Much less kissing me. I don’t even want to think about it. I’m depressing myself I want to kiss you so badly. Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is due forever, Said We’re almost there so be happy. I can see the finish line and there is no one close to me. I picture myself, and Allah said, it’s like dragging yourself across the finish line – we’ve been through so much but what comes next? I picture a wreath of roses; red roses and you.
I’m going to be happy. I’m lucky all I have to do is think about all the people who don’t know who their nafis is. I’m lucky just on the strength of that, whether it has materialized or not. I’m luckier that 99 per cent of people. I think one percent, if that many, truly have found their soulmate. I think that couple I saw in the quarter found theirs. I was mad at her for dancing up on that brother but now I know he was her brother. I cannot see myself dancing with real world jay like that but hereaafter jay maybe. LOL It wasn’t so bad now that I look back on it. I didn’t know Muslims dance in the streets but it’s so much fun dancing and partying and being happy unconditionally.
With the right people though. This world people ruin everything. I guess that… No, I know that’s why we’re still in waiting. I see the finish line though. That’s closer than the Light at the end of the tunnel… You’re closer…. It’s only been two days since the light. In sha Allah, it’ll be two more days before we cross, maybe less 🙂
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Thursday

March 23, 2017

11:46 A.M.A.D.- JAMAL

NEW ORLEANS

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Babies

I really didn’t want to blog.

I wanted to write Zawji

BUT

HE

WANTS

ME

TO

BLOG

It’s harder because I can’t really be as completely open and free as when I write him. I have to guard my revelations a little when I write for the public. You understand.

But, it’s good I guess.

I reread my messages to him more than I reread old blogs though.

I think he just wants me to tell the world how I feel about him. LOL

Everybody knows I love him more than life itself.

Or at least you do if you’ve ever ready my blog.

If this is your first one, let me fill you in.

I fell in love in 1979 with a boy who sent me an “I like you, do you like me? Yes? No?” note. We were in the same class and I know I checked Yes because I liked him. Still do. A few years ago, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Told Me this boy, who was now a man, is my soulmate, or as we say in Arabic – ZAWJI – which officially translates to husband, but I like to say “my everything a man can be to a woman” He is my Brother; my Provider; my Protector; my Baby; my Daddy, and my Husband…
So Cheah…

He Wants Me To Write You…

It’s so funny because two days ago I was planning to move back to L.A. next month, but yesterday (A.J. Day) was so eventful, I might be staying in New Orleans.

I really hadn’t resigned myself to moving to L.A. yet, so it’s all good.

I’m really feeling New Orleans and although I’m not as close to The French Quarter as I would like to be, I’m close enough to go to The Jazz Playhouse any night of the week. Also Lebanon’s Cafe… I still want to see Papa Ellis at Snug Harbor too although I’m not anxious to see devils in his band.

That’s the reason why I left the Congo Square thing.

It’s nauseating.

I have no tolerance for it, I’m learning.

So, I don’t know.

The last time I went to The Playhouse, I ended up leaving before the band even started their set because they had a devil in the band and I couldn’t stomach it.

I don’t know if I’m ever, well I did get to see a good show at the Congo Square thing unexpectedly and the children’s bands were all Black. That is very encouraging.

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In sha Allah, I’m going to see the lady’s house this afternoon.

It will have to be pretty bad for me to refuse.

I’ve lived in a horse stable. LOL

But I loved being so close to the horses.

They’re so sweet.

That’s another thing good about staying in NOLA.

I’m going to miss Ibni but last time I was in L.A., I didn’t see him once. So cheah.

I told him I was going to buy him a alligator shirt and he said “Those shirts are expensive” and I thought he meant to say them you-know-whats are expensive LOL

It’s funny because I used to always dress him in polo shirts and expensive Kangols now I can get him the expensive polo shirts too. I guess I’ll get him a Kangol too. I want to get him an alligator jacket and shoes but I don’t think he’ll like the shoes. The jacket yes.

He’s so cute.

Well, that’s all really. I just wanted to write about going to see the Sister’s house. I really hope I can stay in New Orleans. It’s the greatest city in the world.

Sorry Zawji. I know you love L.A.

You can make me love L.A. when you feel like it, but I’m not feeling it, so I think you want me to stay in Nola. Today anyway.

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3:09 p.m.

Before I moved into this new place, the owner said it was time for me to forge ahead with life. Or something like that.

Like it’s time to settle down and stop being homeless, moving from shelter to street to street to shelter to street.

At least that’s what I took it to mean.

I agreed.

That’s why I’m here.

I could just have easily gone back to the street but it’s so STRESSFUL.

I agreed to a ROOMMATE!

Which is something I thought I would never do.

BUT

I’ve really grown since my last fight, I believe anyway.

But it’s starting to look like, and I don’t want to speak prematurely, but it looks like I may have found another place without ever having to have a roommate.

I still have about a week and a half before I get my check and can move but I think I would be okay with a roommate especially now knowing my time is so short. I could do a week and a half, In sha Allah.

This living with a devil is really getting on my nerves.

Admittedly, it’s better than last time.

I think I know them a little better.

That doesn’t mean she’s any less annoying and vindictive but I’m better able to cope.

Again, a week and a half.

People always try to test me.

See how much I can stand.

But my teacher taught me that the righteous are like water. It takes 212 degrees Farenheit to bring us to a boil, whereas spirits boil at 170 degrees or something like that. Let me G it. BRB

WOW!!!

Google said 78 degrees!!!

That’s a HUGE difference.

That’s probably why they can’t affect me. LOL

They’re used to spirits. LOL

I’m water, Baby. H2O….

I’m so cool, it’s not even funny.

She used the pan I use everyday to cook my dinner and put a big roast in it and stuck it in the refrigerator. Nobody even ate it.

But Allahu Akbar

I found a pan that works even better because it’s smaller and better suited to my meal for one. Allahu Akbar!

You cannot phase the resourceful.

LOL

All I can do is SMH at the efforts of the wicked.

I know there’s a scripture in the Holy Qur’an that applies.

All I can think of is that they plan and Allah Plans, surely Allah is the Best of Planners.

LOL

That’s not how it goes, but it’s still true. LOL

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Our Saviour, yesterday (A.J. Day), Told Me To “BE HAPPY!!!” And I didn’t say it but I truly was. I was almost like that Second Line I saw where everybody was happier than any people I’ve seen in my life. The only thing that would’ve made it better would have been sharing my joy with someone else.

I’ve never had that. Someone who was truly happy for me too. Except maybe when I got married. I think my friend was truly happy but now I think it’s only because I was marrying the wrong man. Because when I told her how I felt about Zawji, she disappointed. 😦

But, Allahu Akbar! I’m happy ANYWAY!!!! Can’t Steal My JOY!!!!!!

I have a wonderful Zawji and that makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

We’re the best couple ever.

Have you ever known two people to get together and they just seem like they were made for each other? Especially if you knew them separately – and then they hook up???

That’s us.

When we get together, everybody’s going to be like
“Ya’ll are perfect for each other!“
I know you’re already thinking it. 😉

Everybody who knows both of us (and that’s basically everybody I know) knows we are supposed to be together. We just sound right together – make sense….

A match made in Heaven by Allah, TRULY.

TRUE LOVE

It’s only a few more days…

ALLAHU AKBAR!!!!

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A.J. DAY!!!!! – March 2017

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

I pray Allah you all had a warm and friendly, memorable and exciting A.J. DAY – March 2017!!!

May Allah Bless You All With Many More To Come!!!

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!!!

HAPPY A.J. DAY – MARCH 2017!!!!!!!!

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Sweet Pookie!!!

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

Al Hamdulillah!!!!!!!!!

How was your day? Sweet Love? Your A.J. Day??? 😉

Did you do something fun and exciting???

Or did you go to work???

I’m glad work was fun and exciting.

I’m glad you would rather go to work and have fun than take the day off and do nothing without us. That makes me feel so special! Thank-you for loving me!

Our Saviour Sent His Greeting!!!

He is so loving and merciful and thoughtful and beneficent, generous!

I had OOEY GOOEY CAKE and it was the BIZZOMB!!!

I wanted to go get another one but I bought the last chocolate one and I didn’t think about it but I would’ve been disappointed had I gotten off the bus and they didn’t have another one.

I’m glad I got one though and it looks like I’m going to be staying in the Nola.

I met this Sister and she has a garage for rent, which would be good for me.

There’s nothing more private than a garage. And the price is unbeatable!

I would have to go inside to cook and use the bathroom but it’s better than sharing a room.

Thank-you. I didn’t really want to go to L.A. anyway.

I need to be here incase they call for my dentist appointment anyway.

I was worried about what I would do if they called while I was in L.A.

NOW

I

DON’T

HAVE

TO

WORRY

I am loving the change of seasons.

I really feel it.

It’s warm now

Whereas last month this time, it was freezing!!!

I never noticed it in L.A.

It gets cold but I never felt the change as drastically as here.

I mean at the Congo Square thing, it was HOT!

The Sun gets hotter here than in L.A. and I felt it.

BUT

I just wanted to thank you for such a wonderful day.

I thank you for telling me to go to the Lake.

I thank you for telling me to go to the playground.

I thank you for allowing me to see some Black Babies at play.

I thank you for the cake and ice cream.

I thank you for giving me the gift of A.J. DAY!!! A.J. 😉

I love you I love you I love

AND

I can’t WAIT until next month!!!!

THANK-YOU!!!!

HAPPY A.J. DAY!!!! MARCH 2017

THIS ONE WAS ONE TO REMEMBER

I kept expecting to run into you and be presented with that ring from Tiffany’s

At least when I went past that house where they were filming.

I just knew somebody was going to tell me they needed me to fill in and you were the leading man and were going to propose to me on film.

😉

Oh well

It was still memorable…

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HAPPY A.J. DAY!!!!!!!!!!

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

Zawji was born on October 22nd, so every month I celebrate his birth on the 22nd. I do a similar thing for myself on the 19th.

But we don’t celebrate birthdays in the Nation.

I just like to remember him and give him special recognition on the day of the month he was born.

That’s celebrating, you say.

Not really, it’s just giving him a special day. It’s not celebrating his birth or being thankful he’s here. It’s just taking a moment to give him special recognition.

I could do it anyday or everyday but since he was born on the 22nd, I do it on the 22nd.

Anyway, I don’t have to justify myself to anybody.

Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are due forever, uses dates to commemorate special events, like his Coming on the Fourth of July. That is a special day to America and so He Came on a day we would always remember. It’s not celebrating the Fourth of July, just a special day we would always remember. Get it?

MAY YOU ALL HAVE  FUN AND EXCITING, MEMORABLE AND HAPPY A.J. DAY!!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

The Curtain is Being Ripped

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I was just surmising that these e-mails are really making me feel close to you.
More than or not even that I was expecting. I wasn’t. I just have things and feelings I want to express and since I’m a writer, I write. It really doesn’t matter if you read them or not I understand the power of putting things out into the universe. I know we create our own reality. I bear witness. You are my Zawji whether it appears that way or not. I’m just waiting for it to be made manifest. True Love cannot be denied and I know you love me. Whether it appears that way or not. Just being patient. WE are living in the day when the Truth must be made manifest so it is only a matter of time. I see so many signs. The Devil is at her wits end. LOL And I am just waiting for my turn. Allahu Akbar. Nobody can love us like we can love each other. But you must’ve known I would come around one day. Thirty years is a long time to wait for somebody and it’s not over yet. But at least you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Almost there, Sweet Zawji, My Beloved….

Why Black Man Should Be Called By The Names Of God

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OUR SAVIOUR HAS ARRIVED

CHAPTER 20

Why Black Man Should Be Called By the Names of God

The Black man from the root beginning is from a Black Father. Therefore, he should go in the Name of his Black Father.

As I have said, as long as the so-called American Negro is blind to the knowledge of self, he does not know by what name he should be called. You could call him anything and he would answer to it, for he does not know his True Name.

The white man calls the so-called American Negro by many nick-names. The so-called American Negro then re-nicknames himself the nick-names of the white man, although he does not even know what they mean.

The Black man (so-called American Negro) is a member of the family and a direct descendant of the Creator Who made the Heavens and the Earth. Therefore, the son should be called by the Name of his Father and not called by the name of an alien. The white race is an alien people to the Black Man.

So many times you have heard that God has ninety-nine (99) Names or Attributes (That Which is Attributed to God). The 100th Name or Attribute of God is the Name, Allah, Which Represents that He is All in All, of every Good name. His Name Begins with the Name Creator and Ends with The First and The Last, The Eternal. Many of His Attributes refer to such names as Power, Force, The Mighty, The Wise, The Most Merciful, The Maker, The Fashioner, The Best Knower, The All-Hearing One, The All-Seeing One.

The Holy Qur’an says that He has the Best Names the Most Beautiful Names. So many of these Names that we should have are pertaining to Our Father.

His Name of Praise and of “worthy of Praise” are just a few of the Great Names Which Belong to God, and He Wants to Give Them to us. The Bible teaches us that He Will Give His Names to those who believe in Him. According to the Bible, Rev. 7:3, the Judgment cannot take place until those Who Believe in Him are Given His Name (sealed in their forehead).

Will you turn down a Great Name which will Live Forever, Bible Is. 56:5, in exchange for the nick-names of your very enemies? They have no meaning as to a human being, such as Mr. Fish. We are human beings and should not be called Mr. Fish. They name you Mr. Hog. You are not a Hog. They call you Mr. Bird. We should not be called bird. We are not winged fowl. They are names which are worthless to human beings.

The only white people who are allowed to use One of the Names of Allah (God) is one who has accepted Islam. These Names are given to them because of their faith in the religion of Allah (God). However, this does not mean that by nature these Names belong to them.

It is only you, Black Brother, that by nature should be called by the Names of your God and Father, the Creator of the Heavens and the Earth.

This is what Allah has taught me. Believe it or let it alone!

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Sunday

March 19, 2017
(My Birthday Day!!!! HBDD ME!!!!)

7:10 P.M.

NEW ORLEANS

I was gonna write a blog, but it’s easier to just write you. I have to do so much to prepare the blog and I messed up so I had to start all over so I was like forget it, I’ll just write you and then put it into a blog.
So, how are you, Sweet Zawji? On the bus ride home I saw the same lady I saw yesterday or whatever day I caught the bus. There are so few people who catch the bus that it is inevitable that you’ll see the same people (riders and drivers). She asked me if you were my Brother. I said yes, you were my Brother, my husband, my father, my son, my everything. She said she understood. 🙂 Then I thought, “There’s a word for that – ZAWJI” But I didn’t tell her.  I didn’t want to confuse her after she understood. LOL
I had a really good time at the Congo Square Festival despite the copious amount of devils. I left before I got nauseous.
But I was really surprised to see the babies. I did not know there were so many youth learning how to play brass band! It was encouraging! They came all the way from Baton Rouge and other cities. It was beautiful. I got a picture of this baby playing a trombone and the trombone was bigger than he was. I got a picture. BRB Okay my laptop be trippin’, right?
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I tried tried tried to get some video of him playing. He knew what he was doing. I mean he knew when to come in and everything. He couldn’t have been more than three but he was blowing that bone! It was the cutest thing I have ever seen! It reminded me of when Uncle Mike was teaching me how to play the trombone and he told me to use my foot to reach the low notes. LOL That baby was so cute. I hate I couldn’t get any video.
Anyway, I saw all the youth and it was so exciting to see them with all their instruments. I started talking to this brother, I didn’t even really comprehend that he was wearing a tuba until later. He was so cute and BIG! He was probably around Ibni’s age. Maybe younger. I should have asked but I think he liked me. It’s such a trip, these babies can be my grandchildren almost and they ask me how old I AM! LOL But anyway, I was taking a break from the devils and I heard the students playing. One group sounded so good I had to go see who they were. Why was it the brother with the tuba and his band. They were GOOD!!!!!!! The competition didn’t do them justice. I think their bandleader chose the wrong song (Part-Time Lover :/ seriously! For a BRASS BAND? Out of all the songs you could have chosen… But they were still good. The announcer kept talking over the tuba whenever his solo came up. It was so frustrating. For me, anyway 😛 )
I left after they finished. I’m glad I stayed. I hope he saw me because I told him I would try and catch their number.
I got some videos but I’m just going to post the links to facebook. I’ma start with this first one. It’s a video I made of some of the vendors and me getting into it with this “Brew” LOL That’s what I’ma call them now. “Brews” ROFL
These others are the student bands. I’ma start with the Brother who I met.
This group opened the show. They turned out to be really good too.
This was me getting into the mix with all the young musicians. I was pretty upset because a devil was over the whole thing. :/
This was my intro to the fest. I saw an interesting insect and broke out the camera to document it. I didn’t know I would be seeing them the rest of the day. I love insects and nature and this was Allah’s way of introducing me to the day I was in store for. Allahu Akbar.
I didn’t even miss missing Corey and the Birth. The birth has fifteen more minutes to perform but I left way before Corey even came on. I got disgusted when the TBC brought a devil up on the stage with them. I figured if I couldn’t take that, I knew I couldn’t take Corey. He always has devils in his band. So, I just broke.
But I got my fill of Brass bands for the day. When I first got there, this drummer had all Black people in his band and he was paying tribute to this elder named “Uganda” – a conguero. I danced my behind off a little. I REALLY enjoyed their set, until he got up and got nasty. Then I left. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like him because I had seen him on yt when he was supposed to perform at a thing and I googled him first. He seemed to love devils. And today, he kept cursing. So when he got from behind the drums, I should have left. But I don’t realize how disgusting people can be sometimes and I end up getting a rude awakening.
I saw Broke too.
I know he saw me but he wanted me to come up to him so he acted like he didn’t see me. He was standing there with a devil woman and I had had enough of him. So, I just ignored him. He really thought I was going to come up to him AGAIN while he was talking to a devil. I can’t believe I’m even writing about it. LOL He’s pathetic. Come fresh.
I forgot I was writing you, Baby. I was in blogmode.
Did you or are you having a good day? It’s only 5 in L.A. but I guess the day is pretty much done there too. Not really though, because of the time change. I’m still getting used to these long days. It’s still light here.
I decided not to go see the sunrise tomorrow because I still don’t have a key and I would have to wake somebody up to lock the door. 😦 That sucks because I really want to see it. I could go to my spot and sleep there and see it but……. it’s not that serious. I’ll see it again when the time is right, soon come, In sha Allah
Why did the emcee at the fest look and sound just like a Nola Def Jef. I mean it could’ve been him. I haven’t seen him in a long time and he could have moved to Nola and picked up an accent in that time. I mean Faith did it. 😛 He looked JUST like him.
I saw a Brother who looked JUST like Bilal (Red) too. I almost went up and gave him the greetings! I had to look at him a long time to determine if it was him or not. It was only because I’m in NOLA that finally convinced me that it couldn’t be him. But I don’t know why. I know I’m not the only person who travels. It just would’ve been a mighty big coincidence. I didn’t want to see him anyway.
I am REALLY feeling this song https://tidal.com/track/36911526 Let me try to embed it.
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It has JOE written all over it. I need some chocolate. I think I’m gonna walk to the store. Have a beautiful night, Zawji. I love you.

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Saturday

March 18, 2017

11:49 A.M.A.D.-JAMAL

NEW ORLEANS

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Bebies!!!

I don’t really have too much much to write about. I just feel like writing.

I haven’t been doing anything the past couple of days. Just settling in to the new spot. I haven’t been to the store which is good. Maybe my food stamps will last the whole month if I keep it up! 😛

I came to the library yesterday which was the best decision I could have made even though Derrick told me he was going to come by and take me to the store. But I know Black people pretty well. It’s best not to change your plans based on someone’s “word.”

That’s probably why a Muslim’s word is bond. Because we have become so accustomed to saying we’re going to do such such and such and never do it.

I figured out what “word life” means too. I was watching “New Jersey Drive” (which I thoroughly enjoyed btw) and they said “word life.” I have heard other Easterners say it too but it just dawned on me that they just shortened our lesson.

Have you not learned that your word shall be bond regardless to whom or what?

Ans. Yes. Word is bond and bond is life and I will give my life before my word shall fail.

I believe that’s right. It’s been a few years since I’ve actively studied my Lessons. But that is where the popular term “Word is bond” originated. And it’s not “Word is born” either. People from New York have accents so when they say bond it sounds like born to the rest of us. 🙂

But anyway, I am truly enjoying New Orleans for the time being. I had such a good Spring walk yesterday after I left the library.

I realized that the humidity in the air makes it feel like you’re being hugged. LOL It’s like the air hugs you when you step into it.

I love water anyway and water in the air is just so right and exact.

It makes me think of Zawji’s plantation. It’s called “Salt AIR” Like “salt water” but Salt AIR. That’s clever, isn’t it. Like there’s so much water in the air, you can call it “Salt Air” LOL

I love New Orleans weather.

I was thinking when Zawji is ready for me to come home, he makes me start feeling like New Orleans is corny as hell. LOL Like before I left last time, he just took me through the city comparing it to L.A. and it came up hella short. But right now New Orleans is winning.

L.A. can take the L. We don’t get many. 🙂

I’ve been working on posting the Messenger’s (Peace be upon him) books online. I’m almost through with Our Saviour Has Arrived, but I feel like stopping and working on Message To The Blackman. What do you think? Should I stop and work on the more important book? Never mind. I answered my own question.

That’s the beauty about being a Muslim. We realize that the Black Nation has no ending, so we are NEVER pressed for time. We’re going to be here forever. It’s the white devil Caucasian race that’s racing before their time is up. Race on, Devils.

I’ve learned that’s how you make mistakes.

I was rushing to the store one day and had an accident.

So I learned the hard way to just take my time with everything.

All you have to do is get an earlier start.

When I was younger, my mom used to always rush me to get ready for school and I didn’t even know I hated it until I stayed with my cousin one week.

She and her mom used to get up early enough to fix a good cooked breakfast, take a long shower and get ready at their leisure. I was like Al Hamdulillah! This is the way to do it!

Also, you should never rush when you have to be somewhere by a certain time. Give yourself plenty of extra time. Not just time to get there but extra time in case you run into an unexpected difficulty.

I like to arrive at least fifteen minutes early whenever I have an engagement.

I used to drive thirty miles an hour and take side streets, enjoying the trip instead of just focusing on arriving at the destination.

It makes life more enjoyable when you take time to smell the flowers.

Take a walk. And not like people say “have a seat” :/ Really go outside and walk a couple blocks just enjoying the flowers and trees and butterflies, birds and squirrels. Purchase a bike and take a weekly ride. Enjoy life. Don’t just go to work and to the movies, shopping, dinner or other things that cost money. Now, a good meal is nice and I do indulge, but I get greater satisfaction out of the things I can do everyday without breaking my bank account. And a nice leisurely walk is tops on my list.

Some people like to run and I can see you getting the same satisfaction. The point is get out the house and breathe some fresh air. Even if you just get up early and catch the sunrise or stop what you’re doing to go outside and view the sunset.

Take advantage of the freedom Allah gave you to enjoy nature.

Some young teenage brothers just came into the library.

Zawji is reminding me of home. This is the third time in two days.

I’m wondering if he’s preparing me to come home.

I think I better do it soon because I’m expecting a call from the dental school in a few months. So, then I won’t be able to leave. Maybe I can go back to L.A. for three months or until whenever they call.

Cheah, I was thinking about moving next month anyway. Might as well go back to L.A. for a minute before I really get stuck in the Nola.

My life is so unpredictable. I never know what I’m going to be doing.

Matter of fact. I could be doing this at home and I have some fish with my name on it in the freezer that needs defrosting.

Oh well. I guess I won’t be baking that bread I was thinking about baking yesterday. Who knows though. Maybe Mr. Turner has a spot for me and I can. Oh yeah! I’m getting NOLA dough! Gonna have to update my check when I hit L.A. In Sha Allah.

Anyway. I could go on, but I’m ready to go. Thinking about going to the store to get some more asparagus (vegetables) but I think I’m just gonna eat the fish. It’s flounder. I haven’t had that in a while but I believe I looked it up before and they don’t live off of filth. I’m not gonna look it up because Ibni hates when I double check stuff unnecessarily. I’m gonna be smart Umi and remember. 🙂

I wanna go to the store so bad tho! I feel like I need something. Some snacks or something. I’ve got these Hershey’s kisses and poly seeds (LOL) But I want a snoball. LOL I never thought you would ever be able to actually buy frozen kool-aid from the store LOL Loving it tho! Some chips would be nice too. See. Now I’m talking (writing) myself into it.

Chips are bad for you and I know I’m not supposed to indulge. I’m getting fat too. I have some cream cheese and capers at home. I guess I’ll just save my food stamps and go home. 😀 Okay, I can leave now.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!

The World

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OUR SAVIOUR HAS ARRIVED

Our Saviour Has Arrived

CHAPTER 22

The World

The World (under the rule of the white race) that we have been living in had a duration of time of 6,000 years. We have been living in The World for the duration of her time, and now her time is up, and she (The World) is conscious to the fact that God Will Rule the people in a government of Righteousness.

The Old World (of the white race) that is now going out cannot rule the people in righteousness because nature did not give them any righteousness!

Therefore, the two (the righteous and the unrighteous) disagree with each other and they cannot live in peace with each other.

Therefore, the two must be divided, and the followers of each can go along with their own leader. The righteous will follow their own leader and the wicked will follow their own leader.

This is symbolized in the Bible under the symbols of “the Sheep and the goats.” If you study the nature of these two animals, you will find that there is a great difference between them.

One Animal (the sheep) is trustworthy; and the other animal (the goat) is untrustworthy. By nature the Black People are good, but the Black Man is like a sheep – if the wrong people, the evil people, teach and guide him, he will become like his evil guide.

But as soon as you take the Black Man away from the evil guide and put him under his own good guide, he will go to his own good guide and he will follow him because, by nature, the Black Man loves good.

This is why the Bible prophesies of a great separation (of the people) coming about before the end of The World of the wicked who love to take people and mix them up and make them to believe in other than right.

As you may have learned, if there is any good Black Man in America, and if his goodness is such that he refuses to teach people to follow the guide who is no good – then the no-good man becomes a hater of that good person and seeks the death of the good person.

The no-good man speaks evil of that good man just because the good man makes manifest the no-good man. Being no-good he does not want to be made manifest to The World because the no-good man seeks to keep The World under his no-good guidance.

The Doom of The World (of the white man) and the Time when his doom will come (now is the time of his doom) but those whom he has made blind, deaf, and dumb do not know who he is nor the time that he is to be taken away.

So, therefore, The World (of the white race) is filled with confusion and they do not know what to do themselves. They have confused the Black Man to the extent that the Black Man does not know now whether he should go for himself or remain seeking guidance from the devil.

But Allah (God) Will Not Let any of us be blind, today, to the truth. This is why He Came Himself; to be sure there will not be any mistake made. Allah (God) Makes For Himself A Messenger.

Then Allah (God) Guides the Messenger Himself. He does Not Leave the Messenger to do all of the Guiding. Then Allah (God) Sends Angels to see that His Guidance is carried out like He Taught the Messenger to do.

Great World of confusion – fighting is raging all over this World of those who love fighting. The proper thing that we Black Folks should do, today, is to unite together behind the Divine One whom God Approves — the One whose work is seen — the one whose work is made manifest to the eye of The Whole Entire World.

This is He Who Wrote This Book!

Hurry, Black Man, And Get Out Of The Name Of The White Man Before It Is Too Late! ! !

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