بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Asiatic Black Bebies!

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans? Sometimes, I get so homesick for New Orleans.

Feel me?

I wasn’t even going to write today. First, because the Club Computer Center used to be closed on Wednesdays so I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to in the first place.

Second, because when I was in school, my mother used to make us go EVERY DAY and I used to want to miss school sometimes, just to be missed. But I felt guilty today. I feel like some of you really like to read what I write, so I’m not going to be selfish. K? 😉

We used to get Perfect Attendance trophies and awards every year in school. I didn’t care.

When I got grown and me and Ibnana used to go to Leimert every week, I would take some days off just to be missed and see who would try to take over my place as Queen.

Then I would come back and reclaim the throne.

It was fun, fed my hunger for power but Ibnana used to just note how “unpredictable” I was.

I think I’ve outgrown such pettiness and can get down to the business of writing for the purpose Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Blessed Me With This Gift.

سورة العصر

1. وَالْعَصْرِ‌

2. إِنَّ الْإِنسَانَ لَفِي خُسْرٍ‌

3. إِلَّا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَعَمِلُوا الصَّالِحَاتِ وَتَوَاصَوْا بِالْحَقِّ وَتَوَاصَوْا بِالصَّبْرِ‌‌

Chapter 103: Al-‘Asr — The Time:

Revealed at Makkah: 3 verses

English Translation of the Holy Quran by Maulana Muhammad Ali

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In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful.

103:1 By the time! —

103:2 Surely man is in loss,

103:3 Except those who believe and do good, and exhort one another to Truth, and exhort one another to patience.

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As your Muslim Sister, and as Muslims period, we are obligated to exhort one another to Truth, Patience and in another place it says Mercy. I try to do this through my writings as well as in my daily interactions and I pray Allah, you do the same.

In this way we will strengthen ourselves, our families, our communities and our NATION.

So, I’m just going to keep on going in the same vein that I’ve been writing and just relate the daily events of my life, In sha Allah.

Yesterday, after I left the Club, I found that park where they’re having the Summer Jazz Concert Series. The Best Word I can think of to describe it is quaint. It’s like a little suburban community park, but it’s cute and comfortable and safe.

They were playing Soccer and softball. 🙂

I thought about spending the night there. I didn’t want to stay there right then because I thought someone might report me to the police. You know how corny devils are. But I thought I might stay there a bit and just cool out and then come back when everybody had gone home.

But when I went to that other park, they were kind of doing the same types of group activities and they didn’t leave until ten!

The Sun had not even gone down yet.

So, I swung on the swings a minute. Tried to write. Tried to color. But deep down I think I wanted to see the Sunset. So right before it went down, I found myself racing it to the beach. I made it just in time. 🙂

It was nice, but it’s always nice at the beach…

So, I was kind of worried about where I was going to spend the night. I didn’t have anything solid. But I knew Allah Would Point Something Out To Me.

I just have a dollar, but I want to keep that to make sure I can get to court next month, but I really wanted some tea. I debated panhandling, but my pride.

I mean Our Beloved Messenger (May the peace and the blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) talked about begging so badly that it is extremely hard for me.

I see people with signs (now most of them have a little sob story “Homeless veteran” or “Trying to feed my kids” or “No drugs, just need money for food…“) and then the new thing they say now is “Anything Helps.” There’s even this Muslim Sister and yesterday I saw her counting her money and thought, “All I need is $2.00 for a cup of tea. That should be easy to get. Or maybe I could just ask somebody to buy me a cup of tea…”

So, when I was in the bathroom, I saw this Muslimah with her children and I asked her if she had $2.00 but she barely spoke any English and did not understand. I think she thought I was offering her $2.00 because she kept saying “Thank-you.” So then I was like forget it.

I get greater enjoyment talking to Muslims from abroad and practicing my Arabic. I found out they were from Palestine!!! And there were so many things I wanted to ask her I couldn’t narrow it down to just one question to begin with. So, I just contented myself with the fact that I had met a Muslimah from Palestine.

I think most of them go to New Orleans. I met a gang of Muslims from Palestine in New Orleans. DJ Khalid is from New Orleans and his family is from Palestine. But I don’t think he’s a good Muslim. I mean, I’m not too familiar with his music, except for one song I used to like with a bunch of people I can’t remember but in the beginning of the video he had two women getting out of a limo with him and that might be okay in Orthodox Islam, which he probably is, but that is the OLD ISLAM.

We don’t do that in the New Islam. It’s One Man One Woman.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) wrote the following:

MUHAMMAD SPEAKS NEWSPAPER – January 11, 1974 (Page 13)

“There are a lot of crazy and nasty minded people in this world. Some of them write me (husbands and wives write me) asking for freedom to take over other women and other men.

“You stand today as much to be charged with committing fornication and adultery as you were before ever you heard Islam!

“I wish you would stay out of the category of fools!

Elijah Muhammad, Messenger of Allah”

http://www.noiwc.org/images/jan11pg7.pdf

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But I digress. I ended up going to a Coffee Bean and just asking how much for a cup of hot water. The employees were young and cool and he said it was free. So, I put a little milk in it, some sugar, cinnamon, chocolate and vanilla and it tasted just like Chai.

I chilled in there for a minute. I like Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf.

Starbucks is EVIL.

That’s Ester in their logo. The oversexed mermaid with her legs open over her head. SMH Just nasty. What kind of mermaid opens her legs period? And she got hers over her head!!!

If you have any decency and intelligence, Stay away from Starbucks!!!

If you notice, a lot of them are removing her picture from their signage. They don’t want you to know how filthy she is and they are for still worshiping her.

So, I go to the Coffee Bean and get some Jasmine Tea Chai when I have the ends. You can charge your electronic devices and use WiFi and the bathroom if you’re homeless like me.

Why did I hear this mother talking to one of her sons, she was ready to leave and you know how mothers act like they’re going to leave their children? (I hate that btw. It’s mean and disrespectful. You don’t have to scare your children to get them to obey you. Be nice. It’s nicer.) Anyway, he finally came and she said something like “See, you almost got left, and then you would be… HOMELESS!”

I was not expecting her to say “homeless.” I don’t know what I thought she was going to say. “Lost,” maybe. “All alone.” Or something. But I never knew the word “homeless” could sound so bad. I felt forlorn. But it made me see how most people view homelessness nowadays.

I guess being in it (homeless), I miss how it looks from the outside.

But to me, it’s not so bad. I mean, I get to wake up and the first thing I see when I open my eyes is the ocean, or the sky, or the Sunrise and to me that’s better than anything I’ve ever seen when I first opened my eyes when I had a home.

I guess it depends on your values. Some people value a roof over their head. I value ascetics. I’ve had roofs over my head, but they’ve never been as beautiful as the open sky, the stars, the clouds, birds and palm trees.

I guess, I’m spoiled now. I want a house, but I want a house where I can see all this stuff too.

So anyway, I stopped before I got to a more ideal spot because I saw an open bench and thought I had better claim it before someone else did.

There were three benches in a row. A homeless man was eating some chips or something on the far right one, and if I wasn’t so desperate, I would have just kept going, but I didn’t want to get to the end and they were all taken and then try and come back to this one and find it was taken too. So, I just took the one on the far left.

I sat there a minute and listened as he noisily ate his chips or whatever it was.

I’m supersensitive sometimes but when I’m really determined, I can tune everything out. So, that’s what I did and eventually I just laid down and went to sleep.

I woke up a little later and to my surprise, he was gone. I thought he was going to spend the night there.

I found out why he left later on in the night.

The sprinklers came on. SMH

I jumped up with my blankets and tried to move Lulu out the way but she wouldn’t budge. I forgot she was locked to the bench. So, I just left her and moved out the way. Luckily, she was out of the line of water 😉 but the bottom of my blankets and my skirt were pretty wet.

I thought about finding another spot, but I’ve never been intimidated or put off by water. I LOVE WATER. So, the sprinklers were only on for about five minutes, and the bench was just a little wet, so I just laid back down, wet blankets, wet skirt, wet socks and all and went back to sleep. LOL I thought maybe the water would turn cold and I would be too uncomfortable to sleep, but I have mind control over my circumstances and wasn’t even aware of the wetness.

I woke up early, like four a.m. which is the time I’m really used to getting up. In the Nation we pray at 4:30 every morning, so me and Ibnana used to get up as early as 3:30 sometimes.

The sky over the beach was so beautiful. I saw stars and just watched as Allah turned up the dimmer. 🙂

I tried to give names to the color of the ocean as it changed. It went from some color I can’t remember the name I gave it to Periwinkle. And I thought about when me and Ibnana used to watch “Blue’s Clues.” Ibnana is so good at impersonations. I think Zawji is too although I’ve never seen him do any.

You know, he went from Zawji to Beaux, which is kind of backwards. But whatever…

Oh! I just thought of the song I was trying to remember this morning.

“We are looking for Blue’s Clues…” LOL

So, I decided to be greedy and go back to The Coffee Bean. I still had my cup and thought they shouldn’t trip. It’s only water. And they have a COLD water jug right there for you to help yourself. It shouldn’t be too big of a deal that I prefer my water hot, right? Wrong.

I knew when I first walked in and saw the two Problem #2s that it was going to be a problem. Christians.

There was a Brother sleeping in one of the booths. And after I got my hot water and putting in my extras, Problem #2 #1 started banging on his table, “You got to go! I’ma call the police.”

So, I sit down and start writing in my notebook, “You got to go too. You can’t sit in here without buying something.”

“Why not?” I asked innocently.

“Call the police!” She said to Problem #2 #2. But I’m not afraid of her nor the police. In fact, why not wait until the police come? I’ve got nothing else to do. So, me and the sleep brother tried to ignore her and chat it up a bit.

But the police came in like 15 seconds!!! I was like Mm mm mm. Santa Monica rich devils.

There was a man sleep on the ground in front of the store and Problem #2 #1 told the police, “Him, him and her!”

So I kept writing and the police chose to single me out. “Come on, Ma’am. (I’m starting to hate when people call me “Ma’am.”) You heard her.”

But I was writing about how badly Christianity has poisoned Black people into the love of our enemies and the hatred of ourselves, so I just said, “Okay, I’m almost done.”

Meanwhile, the sleep Brother was really taking his time.

But eventually, I finished my paragraph and I shouted, “Jazakallah!” to Problem #2 #1 as I stormed out the restaurant.

She was the worst out of the two. I tried to be nice and give them my website. I heard her talking behind my back after #2 #2 gave me my hot water and I went over to the concession stand.

“What’s she doing now?” #2 #1 asked evilly.

“She’s writing something down.” 

So, I finished and gave a “flier” to Problem #2 #2 while Problem #2 #1 was hairy assing the sleep Brother.

After I had sat down, I heard #1 ask #2 what I had given her. She told her. And #1 said, “She ain’t got no website!”

It amazes me sometimes how filled with Christianity poison and hatred of self our people are. The sleeping Brother and I were talking about how differently she would have treated us had we been white.

Anyway, I finally left and the sleeping Brother followed me out the store. Neither one of us had anything particular to do and he commented about Lu.

“Is that your bike?”

I felt like playing with him. I mean, who else’s bike would it be?

“Nah, I’m just using it...”

“How you do that?”

DUMB ASS. Of course, It’s my bike! Doesn’t it look like my steez? Jeez!

“Nah, she’s mine.”

So then, we start watching as the police and this lady from Department of Mental Health start talking to the man sleep on the ground.

In New Orleans, they have teams that go out and collect information on the homeless and they give them houses!

So, I went and asked the DMH lady if they help homeless people get housing here.

She said, they refer you to “resources.” And I’m just about up to my neck in “resources,” but I talked to her for a minute.

She told me to go to DMH and they could get me a social worker, blah, blah, blah.

I told her I can’t take medication.

She said, “You don’t have to!”

I was like, GTFOH! I been diagnosed for twenty years. You can’t fool a Muslim nowadays, Bih.

But she insisted. I told her I knew where the place is but took the paper she gave me. Upside is, she told me about a place I can take a shower on the weekends. The Club is closed on the weekends.

I even thought about actually going to DMH. But I don’t know if I want an apartment.

I mean, it would be so BORING.

I did it for a little while when Ibnana first went to go live with ______________.

And I was bored and depressed out of my mind.

Cooking dinner for one is THE most depressing thing in the world.

So cheah. IDK

When I went back over to Lu and the sleeping Brother, he had put on some sunglasses and was smoking. Like trying to impress me.

I said, “You smoke?” Disgustedly.

Then I thought he put it out. So kept talking.

“You homeless?”

He didn’t like his living situation, prolly with Ma Dukes.

Then he started smoking again and I bounced.

I told him I don’t like smokers and ran away.

I went to the pier and OMG The ocean is beautiful from near and from afar. I sat in my favorite spot and just watched the waves break. Then I went on the other side and it had cleared up and was just beautiful. I saw all of the houses in the hills and wondered what street you take to get up there. I know it’s only one.

So then I came on to the Club.

Supper yesterday was so good. They had beef stew with rice and salad. I just had the sauce from the stew. But the rice was like rice pilaf rice and the salad had Kalamata olives!!!!!!!!!

I started to get some when I went to the Farmer’s Market, but you know how sometimes, stuff is so good it scares you off? So, I just got some feta cheese stuffed green olives. But next time… In sha Allah…

I hope Supper is good today too. In Sha Allah it will be. I’m thankful either way.

So, my phone wouldn’t charge when I plugged it in but I had to go back to the place where I got it today and the Brother who gave it to me is my exes doppel and I came up on a new charger. LOL At his expense…!

I love going to the DPSS office. It is Liit!!! Zimbabwe works there and he seems to have the best job. I mean his job is to give people money! What could be better than that?

Comedians make people laugh. Thats the best job! If you do it in a decent and intelligent, righteous and approved manner. Most African American comedians make jokes about other African Americans. That’s mean.

Islamic humour is witty and I still feel guilty.

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I also went to Subway on Monday, and Our Saviour’s Doppel was in there making everything wonderful for me. It trips me out because sometimes His Doppels curse and drink and all kind of stuff I try to do too. But I can’t because I’m a Lady.

So, He was complaining about all the things I was too shy to and as He left He said He was going to complain to the corporate headquarters or something and I took that as my cue.

I immediately went to the website and wrote a scathing email about what bad service they had at that restaurant.

They replied today and offered to send me some sandwich tickets.

I know they just do that to try and shut you up. So, I replied telling him his downplaying of the situation will not work and told him what still needed to be done.

I thought about refusing the tickets until I was satisfied with his reply but niggas is broke!!! LOL

We’ll see if he responds. I doubt it. I hope he really sends the tickets, but I won’t be surprised if he doesn’t. Remember the Good Samaritan Devil and the fictional dollar in the basket?

That’s all that’s going on in my little life. It seems so boring to me right now, but I’ve had that feeling before and when I went back to re-read it, it was interesting. So, I hope you’ve had the same experience and I haven’t bored you.

Oh, yeah. I don’t think Beaux wants me to tell you but Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are due forever, does and He Trumps Beaux.

So, yesterday, I tried to send him the video again after I had edited it down to ten seconds, but my phone still wouldn’t send it.

I got pissed at HIM and sent him a crazy text. Hey that has a nice ring to it. When you send somebody a text that seems like you have split personalities, let’s call it a “crazy text” LOL

Anyway, I wrote something like, “I tried to send you a video so you will know it’s me, but my phone won’t let me. So, I’m going to send you an e-mail In sha Allah and then you can stop playing games, Jamal.”

He told me nobody calls him “Jamal” but me and his mother.

So….. stay tuned.

One more thing. There was a bit of drama at the club today. You know I’m kind of aloof, right?

Well, I was sitting in the laundry room waiting for somebody to come and take their clothes out the machine so I could wash mine and then this devil man comes and says to himself, “Some lady’s gonna be mad at me for taking her clothes out but I’ve gotta wash my clothes.”

So, I’m the only one in the room and then this crazy Brother comes in and starts asking me if I took the clothes out. I said, “No. I didn’t.” Then he asks me if those clothes are mine. I said, “No. They aren’t.”

I’m like. Shit. If he/she had taken the clothes out in the first place, he wouldn’t be standing there wondering what was up. I’m not snitching.

So, then he goes and tells that I’m sitting in the laundry room with the light off and the door closed. I was trying to sleep!

Then I’m like, Forget it. I had that other stuff to take care of with my phone and whatnot, to be waiting around for somebody.

So, I get my clothes and walk out. Then this big ass devil lady comes getting all up in my face, “What were you doing in the laundry room?”

I’m thinking, “Bitch, you ain’t my momma get the fuck out my face!”

But I just said, “Excuse me.” And tried to pass her.

She moved and kind of bumped into me so I couldn’t pass her.

“Is it your turn to do your laundry? What were you doing in the laundry room?!?!?”

“Who is you, Bitch!” I think. But I don’t say anything and eventually she moves.

So, I put two and two together. This must be the crazy Brother’s white bitch and he told her on me. LOL

So, I went and put my clothes back on, resigning myself that I’m just going to have to wash them tomorrow. And decided I better tell somebody before things get out of control and I lose my laundry privileges over some bullshit.

So, I told the HNIC and he was cool.

And that was that.

You know I was thinking earlier that it really is a shame that so many Brothers think white girls are so much better than Black girls that they expect the Black girls to compete with their white devil girlfriends.

Nigga, if you only knew.