بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
https://youtu.be/zA1xzxMmbUk
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Beautiful Black Bebies!
How are you? I’m so confused.
I saw some dolphins this morning and they were swimming towards the pier – in no hurry. They would pause and play in the water, bringing many smiles to my face as the joggers and fitness buffs ran by, completely oblivious to the aquatic carnival going on just a few feet away.
Nevertheless, they ambled toward the pier and then I noticed another group of dolphins swimming in the opposite direction.
And I just knew they would be happy to see them. You see, dolphins have not been poisoned by the enemy against each other like we have.
They see dolphins and they see their own kind. So, I knew they would be happy to see them and sure enough they started playing together.
I thought about my travels and how nice it was to see Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are due forever. Unfortunately, it didn’t completely dawn on me that He was actually Our Saviour until the next day when I realized He had said He started school at age seven.
I don’t know why THAT was what made me realize it was actually Him. Maybe because WHO STARTS school at seven?
Anyway, of course, had I realized it was Him I would have aborted my trip to Saviour’s Day with the Believers and followed The Actual Saviour.
I thought about the dolphins and how they probably didn’t really have any place in particular to go anyway and it’s so nice to meet your own when you travel, that wouldn’t it be nice to continue traveling together?
I thought about a Muslim Sister I met yesterday coming home from the fiasco at the Museum. The Hammer Museum is the filthiest place. The devil uses art as propaganda. The Media is basically art and that is how he has been successful in pushing the “UNHOLY Trinity” on society – Homosexuality, Interracial Relationships and Hinduism.
This last one Hinduism is probably the worst of them all because it is thirty-five thousand (35,000) years old and they have had a lot of time to sneak themselves into our psyche.
I think it started with Tina Turner. Then Marlon Wayans used comedy to push their chant. Then yoga. Now it’s “Mindful Meditation.” Allah Told me to tell you whenever you see those words, separate or together – RUN LIKE HELL. Meditation sounds peaceful and it is. It is something we practice in Islam. But when you have someone between you and Allah, It Can Be Very Evil.
I also didn’t know when I first started seeing those “adult coloring pages” that they are used by Hindu Monks. So don’t do those either. They are a type of Hindu meditation and unstructured meditation can be evil. Keep your mind and heart on Allah. Draw your own pictures and color them or choose coloring books for children with normal sized pictures.
This is a spiritual war we are living in and the devils are using mass deceit to try and win. Guard your brain and protect it from anything other than Islam. If you want to win, that is.
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
On the bus ride to the Museum, this fag sat right across from me with his little helper. I knew he just wanted to antagonize me as soon as he sat down.
Sure enough, they start talking.
The fag starts talking about how he hired a Blackman to be his driver for a day for $250.
Then he starts talking about how he fell asleep in the car while he was waiting. AFTER he got cupcake all over his mouth and how embarrassed he was at his driver’s behaviour.
I was pissed. I knew he was lying because he KEPT saying how he fell asleep and got cupcake all over his mouth.
Then the helper asked the bus driver for directions.
I was about to get off and I told the driver, who was Black, what the fag was saying, trying to say Black people are lazy and all we can do is eat and sleep.
So, I told the fag off before I got off the bus. But you know how the archdeceivers do.
Whenever somebody peeps their game, they turn to a blind, deaf and dumb so-called American Negro Christian and try to make the somebody look crazy. But I got off the bus so I didn’t have to stand that.
So, I’m upset now and when I see this disgraceful picture covering the outside of the museum, I just brush it off and go on in.
I should have known.
I find a Sister who works there and ask her about the event, she tells me where it is and gives me a program. I was unsure exactly what it was about. I just knew it had something to do with trying to help Black People.
But when I read the description, it was more like a one-sided presentation. Not a discussion, like I had thought. Also, they included an invitation to come back next week for a screening of a movie about a Black lesbian.
I should have left right then.
But I thought maybe I could separate the two events and try and find some good in the presentation.
But when the museum spokesperson greeted us, as she was describing the night’s event, she said it was a “mindful meditation…” something or another.
I see how they might try and use meditation to surreptitiously “fix” Black People’s problems. But I’m Muslim and I know Hinduism is evil! See how Christians are trying to sneak Hinduism in everywhere? They are exhausting every means trying to get us to go to hell with them.
I RAN LIKE HELL!
You can’t give the devil any room in your brain because it’s hard to get him out.
You see how he has poisoned us so much against each other that we are fighting and killing each other for nothing! Black Brothers killing each other!
So, when I saw the dolphins, I thought how cool it would be if one group changed directions so they could travel together as a group.
It’s hard to say goodbye to your own kind.
Last night, on the bus there was a child and I love children but when I looked, it looked like the child was a devil and I don’t care about devil children. They’re probably going to make it to adulthood and then try and kill us like they were born to do. But she talked the entire trip. Loquaciousness is a sign of intelligence in children.
So, when we got to the end of the line, I saw her mother had on a hijab, so I greeted them, “As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!”
The little girl had on the smartest little coat and I complimented her on it.
She said, “Thank-you. Where are you going?”
I was like, “No, this little girl just didn’t ask me where I’m going! Little grown-ass!”
But I was proud of where I was going and I answered smiling, “I’m going to the Library! Where are you going?”
She said something I didn’t understand so I bent down to her level and asked her to repeat it. She said, “I’m going to Los Angeles!” like it was the BEST place in the world.
I smiled and said, “I’m FROM LOS ANGELES!”
Then I noticed her mother looked lost. I asked her where was she trying to go. She had her little map on her phone and told me she was going to Nordstrom.
These Arabs got beaucoup money. I saw some Muslim women and children in Malibu getting out of a chauffered SUV.
Anyway, I gave the mother directions and wished them both As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum.
The little girl responded, “Wa Laikum Salaam” and she walked away holding her mother’s hand.
Then I remembered another Arabic phrase as the distance between us widened, “Ma Salaama!” My Arabic teacher would probably tell me I did it backwards but…
I heard the little girl’s voice in the distance. Although she was much too far away to make out her words.
And I didn’t know what to say so I just said, “Ee la lee qa!”
They’re halfway down the block now and I don’t know what she said, but I heard the little Muslimah’s voice reply in response on the wind.
It was so cute! She was going to reply until she couldn’t hear me anymore.
It reminded me of when my daughter was little and I was a working girl and she used to do the same thing.
I’m thinking it’s a Muslim thing. I KNOW it’s a Muslim thing. But I don’t want to tell you what it’s called because some stuff is not supposed to be said.
But sometimes, when you meet fellow travelers, it’s difficult to say goodbye, so I was thrilled when the dolphins heading toward the pier joined their fellow dolphins headed toward the ‘Bu (Malibu). And they continued their journey as brothers.
It was almost as if I had scripted it. That’s what I loved so much about “Five on the Blackhand Side” It had a happy ending. That’s the beautiful thing about art.
Anything you can conceive, you can make it happen. Whether it be a novel, a screenplay, a stageplay, a television show, a painting or whatever. You can live your dream through your art.
Patrice lived her dream in her video. She wanted my neighbor’s boyfriend but I think she had something else to do. But I don’t want to think about Patrice’s story. It’s too depressing. I’ll just post her video.
I hope I’m not like her, but I’m afraid I am. Like Harriet too.
One of those women who can’t have a normal life because we have a higher calling.
It’s a curse. Gladys said she actually prayed Allah would take her gift away.
I don’t know what I want. I guess it doesn’t matter. Allah’s Will Be Done.
Last night I tried to cancel A.J. Week, in one of my pissed off moments.
We hadn’t even reached “Hump Day” but I was ready to call it.
A.J. had other plans.
I got some of my favorite cheese. GOAT CHEESE. It’s the best cheese I’ve ever tasted. It melts in your mouth and it has so much flavour. I thought I was going to eat it with some green olives but it was better without them. The next week I tried it with Kalamata Olives and THAT was divine!
I got some Lindt too. I paid for it this time. It was on sale for $3.99 AND I got a coupon for a dollar off.
WHY did I find a bench that was well lit, where I had planned to read one of the books I had just checked out with my new SAMO library card (that shit was so wierd! I went to the self-checkout, scanned my card and the books that were in my hands came up on the screen! I hadn’t scanned them or anything! But there they were – all three of them) Anyway, I sat down on the bench and I was right under the bridge that takes you across to the pier and there is a little bar right there, but I kind of like being around activity sometimes, so I was trying to dig into my Drunken Goat cheese but I couldn’t get it open for nothing! Then I look up in my frustration and all of a sudden a crowd has formed OUTSIDE the bar and everybody’s staring at me!
I was like “Damn, can’t a girl eat her cheese and read her book without everybody staring at me like I’m some kind of anomaly!”
But I guess I am in a way. I’m sick of people staring at me. I know how G felt. I just wanted some peace and quiet.
I hopped on Lulu and stormed off. I was so upset, I thought I had ridden past my usual spot. But I hadn’t.
I eventually got there, fully intending to forget all about A.J. Week when out of the blue, these enormous gold balls lit up the night sky. I was like, “What the FUCK is that?”
They looked like huge gold disco balls flashing on and off in the night. I didn’t know what it was. I thought maybe it was some alien space shit because I knew they could not build poles big enough to hold such huge lights!
THEN one regular fireworks went off and I heard the loud blasts that accompany fireworks. And I thought, “Not only did this Nigga reinstate, A.J. Week, he set off fucking fire fuckin’ works.” His ass.
And NEW fireworks too! Let me see if I can find, nah, I know that shit is not, well let me check. I knew I wasn’t going to find it. He is so space-age.
But I don’t know what to do. The Brother I wanted to replace him with told me to change the name of my operation to OPERATION TEMPORAL HAPPINESS. Let me G that. BRB
tem·po·ral1
ˈtemp(ə)rəl/
adjective
-
1.
relating to worldly as opposed to spiritual affairs; secular.
| synonyms: |
secular, nonspiritual, worldly, profane, material, mundane, earthly, terrestrial; More
|
-
2.
relating to time.
| synonyms: |
of time, time-related
“spatial and temporal boundaries”
|
His ass is just as smart as Zawji. He took it to another level. But I think they’re on the same side. 
He didn’t respond to my friend request. I don’t think. I’m going to abort the whole idea. I know when I’m beat. We’re all on the same team.
He’s like Dwayne to Zawji’s Terrence.
I’m back to square one.
This is why I homeschooled. Devils always throw tricky shit in to make you feel less than. Zero a multiple of three? GTFOH. But I like the “Square One” concept. It’s Islamic.
All I know is, I’ve got to get Zawji away from that devil before she kills him.
I realized last night that everybody wants a Blackman or woman but Blackmen and women. At least the ones being pursued…
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Homemaking For The Black Muslim Woman Journal ™ 