بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Bebies!
Well, it’s official. For L.A. anyway, Summer is gone.
I knew when I was sitting on the pier this morning and 8:00 came and it still looked like this:
But trip this little bit. Yesterday, I went to see the Sunset as usual, even though I was at the Library charging my phone and really was trying to miss it but I found myself racing it to the beach right before Sunset, and I saw this Muslimah with her three boys. The boys had chingy eyes and I had never seen anybody who looked like them before.
So, I asked the Sister “Where are you from?” And if I remember correctly, she said Kazakstan. Or something like that.
One of those white Muslim countries that used to be a part of the Soviet Union (USSR) before they invaded Afghanistan and went head up with Osama bin Laden and the Taliban.
You see what happened to them. No more USSR.
And now America is up against the same enemy.
Watch what happens…
I’m glad. America has it coming and the evil world of the devil Caucasians is fuel for the fire of Hell.
I haven’t checked my favorite website lately. Let me see what is up.
This is my favorite part.
|Pakistan: 26 DeadOther Recent “Misunderstandings
A man is beheaded for sorcery by religious radicals.2017.07.25 (Mali)
A child and three others, some elderly, are slaughtered by Jihadists.2017.07.24 (Burkina Faso)
Ansarul Islam members murder five innocents in three villages.2017.07.24 (Pakistan)
A suicide blast outside a business park kills over two dozen.2017.07.24 (Nigeria)
Fedayeen suicide bombers claim eights souls at two displaced persons camp.2017.07.24 (Afghanistan)
Thirty-five lives are snuffed out by a massive suicide blast along a street in a Shiite area.
Christians act like they’re so innocent. pffffff They are the ones who started the whole thing.
But, I remember one time, I think it was on this website, there was an article about the Red Cross or some other Christian so-called charity, “feeding” Muslim refugees from some war-torn country and the Christians were calling the Muslim refugees ungrateful for refusing the pork sandwiches the Christians were trying to poison them with.
It’s all about perspective.
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But cheah. Summer is over. I got my beach back. I even drew my first drawing of the beach this morning. As you can see from above, I’m going to have to go back and fill in the blanks with the pix. But homeschooling Ibnana taught me that sometimes, a lot of times, it’s easier to learn how to do things or just to learn period when you teach it or approach it from a child’s point of view. So that’s how I approached my drawing.
I overheard this one devil with his two teenage sons as we were watching the sunset and overlooking the bike path. The eldest of the two sons remarked that the bike path goes all the way to Redondo Beach and the airport.
His father agreed, saying, “Yeah, I’ve ridden it. It’s not that hard. I rode all the way to Venice!”
ROFL For those of you unfamiliar with L.A. Beaches. Venice is the beach right next to Santa Monica where we were. It’s walking distance.
Then, one time I overheard a group of devils about to hit the Promenade and one of them said he wanted to eat at “Chipottle” LOL ROFL
Devils are so funny.
Summer vacation went by so quickly. I mean, I remember how annoyed I was when the swarm first arrived. But now that it’s gone, I kind of miss it. I mean, I’ve grown accustomed to the crowds and now it’s kind of boring.
But, upside is the stores are stocked with Back-to-School products. I bought a composition book for a dollar. And In Sha Allah, they’ll still have the crayon/colored pencils I like when I get my check.
If not, I visited this Art Store yesterday and he has ERASABLE colored pencils. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before. But it’s like an Art Center. They have “workshops” every weekend where they serve a light meal and everybody paints whatever the center tells you to paint.
I would go, but I want to paint what I want to paint. I’m not that type of artist that likes to compete with other artists. I just do me.
So anyway, let me tell you about something that I didn’t like so much.
You know how when guys like you, they’re mean to you sometimes?
I hate that. It’s so annoying.
Well the HNIC at the Club is feeling me. I know because I would be feeling him too if I wasn’t Beaux’s. But he’s old. I mean, he’s my age, maybe a little older, but why you gotta be hunched over and stiff. He’s tall and cute but OLD. He looks like he can’t move. And that is a definite turn-OFF! Get in shape, Bubba.
So anyway, whenever we have meals, I always eat by myself in the Ladies’ courtyard and they don’t like that. But you have to keep in mind that I’m a Muslim and we have an entirely different culture.
Men and women do not socialize. Much less eat together. Eating can be very sexy so to keep any type of indecencies from occurring, Muslim men and women eat separately in social gatherings like this.
So yesterday, the HNIC decides he wants to give me a hard time and tells me I have to eat in the dining room with everybody else. I can’t take the plate in the courtyard. I protest and say, “They eat on the other courtyard.” But he’s not having it. I thought about just putting my plate back and leaving. But I don’t get my check until the tenth and I didn’t even want to THINK about fasting that long.
So, I do not eat in the dining room. That would be going too far against our rules. In the Nation of Islam we are instructed not to eat nor drink with Christians.
So, I go on the “men’s” courtyard find a bench next to a corner and sit cross-legged facing the corner and proceed to eat my meal with my back facing everybody else.
I know I looked crazy but I didn’t care. There were devils and they are savages. I couldn’t eat with them.
Let me tell you what I heard going on behind my back.
The devils took every opportunity to call the Black people Niggers. They were talking about “Nigger Power” and I know it was just because of me. I’m a Black Nationalist somewhat and just give off that RBG vibe naturally.
But nothing they do surprises me. The first time a devil called me a Nigger, it really hurt. But now I’m like teflon. I kept eating.
So nobody got upset at the devils calling us Niggers unless that’s why the fight broke out.
This Sister and a devil woman started fighting. I still didn’t turn around. But I think the devil was getting her clock cleaned because I heard her tell the HNIC, “Why aren’t you doing your job?” (Breaking up the fight, I guess). I did hear him say something but it was over by then.
I tune out stuff that discomfits me. I know it was all for my benefit. So, I just ignored the whole thing and went on like nothing was going on.
But devils are known for breaking the peace of the righteous. So next thing I know, some devil comes right by me. Then another one. Then another one. I just kept eating.
They can’t bother me anymore. TEFLON.
I went and got seconds and defiantly took it in the Ladies’ courtyard and ate there.
When I finished, I walked right past the HNIC and took my plate in the kitchen.
He didn’t say NOTHING.
So, we’ll see what happens today.
After I left, I went to the Library, charged my phone, read a book I don’t want to tell you what it was about. Saw the Sunset. Went back to the Library. Felt really pensive thinking about Zawji and skipped the Promenade and the Pier and pushed to an old peaceful spot.
I was chilling there, eating an apple and this Brother walks by. It’s rare to see regular, normal looking Brothers, so I greeted him and he replied. He asked me could he ride my bike to the store.
He was serious.
I didn’t even know what to say.
I mean, of course, I wasn’t going to let him. I got my street smarts in New Orleans, where they play CUTTHROAT! So, he could have been just as honest as the Blackman is by nature, but I couldn’t take any chances with Lu.
So, I was like, “No, you can’t ride my bike to the store.”
He said, “I’ll bring it right back. I’m an assistant manager on the pier and I just gotta get some stuff from the store. I’ll give you $5.00.”
He was so innocent. But I was like, I don’t know you and we are not teenagers who live on the same block.
I told him my bike is worth more than $5.00.
He said, “What you think I’ma steal your bike?”
I said, “Yes. I think you are going to steal my bike.”
He could get on my bike with every intention of returning it and then rethink the whole thing while he’s gone and I never see him nor Lu again.
He said, “I could hook you up on the pier, wristbands and passes and everything.”
I said, “My bike is worth more than wristbands and passes.”
Then he was like, “Okay, okay, but you don’t really think I would steal your bike or you would have grabbed it so I couldn’t jack you.” As he walked away.
I yelled, “IT’S LOCKED!!!” and we both laughed.
But that was that.
I don’t know why but everybody wanted to come be by me yesterday. You know I’m the hotspot but dang! It was so annoying.
I’m thankful I got a good night’s sleep though. Al Hamdulillah!
I woke up at like five and went to the Pier to see the Sunrise and it was magnificent.
That’s when I noticed that Summer is over when there were no tourists.
Then I pushed to the Club and here I am.
Grateful for life and a good life with lots of fun and excitement, everything I need. Good health. Peace and Contentment. Righteousness and Truth. Food, Clothes and Shelter. I just got my Tap Card! So, it’s on. I can go back to Malibu and ride the train again.
All Praise Is Due To Allah!