بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful Black Kings & Black Queens!

Yesterday was A.J. Hump Day and guess what my Baby gave me??? A most beautiful surprise.

Somebody actually told me, face to face, that she reads my blog.

I think that took a lot of love and I am really humbled. Al Hamdulillah. Masha Allah.

I think you have to have a lot of courage to admit you read my blog in this day and age of intolerance for righteousness and decency. So, thank you, Sister! I appreciate it and love you. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Today, In sha Allah, I’m going to a play at the Main Library. It’s

Okay.

I didn’t know it was about devils.

Now, I’m feeling like maybe I don’t wanna go.

There are going to be nothing but devils in the audience with me.

Allah Told me to sit in the front row so I don’t have to see them.

I want to find out more about the author. BRB

It’s by Lorraine Hansbury and I’ve read about her all my life yet I’ve never seen “A Raisin In The Sun.”

And I’m worried.

I liked Zora Neale Hurston (another Black woman writer) until I found out how she felt about devils.

Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so intelligent. Ignorance is bliss.

I thought the best way to find out about how Ms. Hansbury really thinks would be to read some of her quotes.

“The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.”

You know I can relate to that. But I need to know how she feels about devils.

Okay, I didn’t read them all, but I read enough. Allah told me she was cool, but sometimes I can be difficult.

I am a writer and I’ve written a little dramatic piece but I would never think of writing something about devils. I would have to work with them.

I guess that’s why I have so many problems.

In my mind, I’m already living in the Hereafter, where there are no devils.

So, when I’m around them, I have trouble.

I don’t want to see them at all.

I’ll be glad when Allah Destroys them and all who follow them in their wickedness and Eve’il.

I pray I live to see the day, but Allah’s Will Be Done.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

I had two dreams last night.

One was about my mother. She seemed to be more advanced spiritually. I think Allah used her to make me accept where I am on the path of enlightenment. I KNOW my mother is not ahead of me. But he used her to keep me going.

The other dream, Zawji was in jail. I don’t even wanna talk about that one.

When I was in jail, I had the feeling that the more he advances, the more I regress.

That’s kind of what was going on in the dream about my mother.

The bottom line is, I need to step up my spiritual climb.

I’ve got some books on Tasawuuf but I have to read them with a grain of salt because I’m in The Nation of Islam and that is SUPREME, so I have to filter through the nonsense like what they said about Prophet Isa “Turn the other cheek” and all that nonsense.

I am getting to a point in my development where I can’t write everything.

It started yesterday or whenever it was when I met that little Muslimah.

Except my XXX-rated musings about Zawji, I’ve written EVERYTHING I thought with no hesitations.

I think I need somebody else to take over my blog. Sister Adasha, are you up to the challenge? But you have to be Muslim.

Sister Shea, how is your blog coming along???

I’ve been telling people about this blog like crazy. So much so, that I’m considering buying some 3×5 cards again. I haven’t done that since February.

I’m thinking this cypher is complete.

But I don’t know what’s next.

I did my entertainment news show. Then this. Maybe a series? Yeah. I am supposed to write a pilot. Like “This is it.” Let me see what’s going on with T and Dede. BRB

Just like I thought.

I got the message.

Ignorance is bliss though…

https://youtu.be/KDwsbjmNGYI
(Watch the whole thing!)