بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dear Beloved Brothers and Sisters

Finally made it back to my Sunny Southern California HOME!!! Al Hamdulillah (All Praises are due to Allah).

I have been around the country, and Hawaii and I can honestly say, that I would not like to live anywhere else.

New Orleans, is great. The food. The music. The people. The river. The lake. I even went to Florida and visited Miami’s South Beach before returning home and it was definitely FLASHY. The beach was mediocre though compared to L.A.’s. It just wasn’t as sunny. It seems sunnier in L.A. even at nighttime, compared to Miami. LOL

But as an M.G.T., I can honestly say that the South has hospitality on Lock!

I went to jail almost immediately upon my arrival and the first thing I noticed was that, even in the main reception room, where they admit the inmates, and there can be about one hundred people in this room, the men and women were divided into opposite sides of the room.

At the shelter, the women were set apart from the men, in the mandatory church service as well as at the meal that followed. I absolutely loved that. Never experienced anything like it anywhere else in my travels.

The Sisters have a certain femininity, that is distinct from the women in other parts of the country. They are more modest and decent and take pride and pleasure in their femininity (completely opposite from the Brothers). Their accents in speech, mannerisms, everything says, “I am a woman and enjoy it. I do not want to appear masculine in any way.”

I have written before, but you know how the Brothers from New Orleans are known for saying, “Ya heard me?” Well, I noticed that the Sisters colloquialisms are even distinct from the Brothers. They say, “Heah?” It is so sweet! They just make you feel so at home, which is actually, my definition of “hospitality”  : To make someone feel at home.

On my return trip, I went into the Greyhound station store in T’Allah aSee, Florida, which is a Muslim name, and there was a magazine that the patron told me I could take with me on my trip.

It was called, Southern Lady, and I found it to be a gem of a resource concerning hospitality. So, I thought I would recommend it to my sisters because “A Muslim is not a Muslim until she wants for her Sister what she wants for herself.”

Here is the link.

 

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

 
Men are like buses. If one comes along, going in your direction, get on and ride it to the end of the line.

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

 

1. POOR PEOPLE NEED FOOD AND CLOTHES EVERYDAY OF THE YEAR – NOT JUST CHRISTMAS

2. REAL HOMELESS PEOPLE CANNOT GET A SHOWER AND OTHER RESOURCES BECAUSE OFF THE HUBBUB SURROUNDING CELEBRITIES DECIDING THEY COULD USE THE PUBLICITY THAT COMES FROM “FEEDING THE HOMELESS” AND THE MEXICANS WHO JUST WANT THE FREE MEAL.

3. CHRISTMAS CAN BE A VERY SAD TIME FOR PEOPLE WHO CANNOT BE WITH THEIR FAMILIES.

4. ALSO VERY CREEPY TO COME OUTSIDE AND THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO ONE IN SIGHT.  NO SOUND. NO CARS. NOTHING… CREEPY CHRISTMAS…

5. ONCE YOU DISCOVER THE TRUTH ABOUT SANTA CLAUSA, YOU DON’T GET ANYMORE GIFTS BUT YOU ARE REQUIRED TO BUY GIFTS FOR PEOPLE YOU MAY NOT EVEN LIKE, SOMETIMES FORCING YOU TO TAKE ON A PART-TIME JOB (MOONLIGHT).

6. OBLIGATORY OFFICE PARTIES, WHERE YOU AND YOUR CO-WORKERS GET DRUNK AND VOMIT ALL IN THE STREETS. NOW, WOULD BABY JESUS LIKE THAT???

7. DECEMBER 25 IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO JESUS’ BIRTHDAY. JESUS WAS BORN IN SEPTEMBER. DECEMBER 25 IS NIMROD‘S BIRTHDAY.

8. CHRISTMAS IS THE WHITE CHRISTIAN’S DAY. DECENT PEOPLE ALL OVER THE EARTH HAVE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF IT (THE FILTHY SONGS, THE PAGAN DECOR, THE LASCIVIOUS RITUALS ASSOCIATED WITH IT).

9. IT TEACHES CHILDREN THAT LYING IS ACCEPTABLE. DECEPTION!

10. EVERYTHING IS CLOSED. SO INCONVENIENT.

GET AWAY FROM THE PRACTICE OF IT. SHUN ANYTHING HAVING TO DO WITH IT. DO NOT ALLOW YOUR CHILDREN TO RECEIVE GIFTS. TELL THEM THE TRUTH. BUY THEM GIFTS EVERY TIME YOU GO TO THE STORE AND THEY WILL BE GLAD THEY ARE NOT A PART OF IT.

 

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

COUNTRY, KITH AND KIN

TECHNICALLY I’M 0 FOR 3

MY NATION HAS NO HOME.

LIKE THE KURDISH WITH NO KURDISTAN

IN ANOTHER MAN’S LAND – WE ROAM

MY FRIENDS I HAVE FORSAKEN

THEY THINK I AM PLAYING,

BUT THEY ARE MISTAKEN.

WHEN IT COMES TO MY DEEN,

EVERYTHING ELSE, I’VE SHAKEN –

EVEN MY “FAMILY” :

MY NEAREST OF KIN

THEY KNOW DON’T EVEN BOTHER

AND I’M NOT CALLING THEM!!!

ALLAH IS SUFFICIENT –

ON HIM DO I RELY.

FOR MY COUNTRY, KITH AND KIN

I NOW CALL UMMA

AND FOR THEM…

I’M WILLING TO DIE.

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Black Family

WHEREAS, we Black people in America are in desperate need of a return to the traditional values and morals inherent in our nature

WHEREAS, the original man is the ASIATIC BLACKMAN and He is the God of the Universe

WHEREAS, we recognize his divine role as the caretaker of the ASIATIC BLACK FAMILY and the ruler of the Universe

WHEREAS, we further recognize that the family is the cornerstone of the Asiatic Black Community

I HEREBY PROPOSE THE INCORPORATION OF “HUSBAND’S DAY”

WHEREIN, all husbands will receive the Monday after Father’s Day a paid holiday

To encourage more Black men to see the value in marrying and caring for a Black woman and Black children.

“The Black Man is being taught to take care of his family. There is no place in the Nation of Islam for a man who will not take care of his children. This is the way of the Christian, to have children by women and let the women worry about how they will live, to have the woman working to feed you and your children — this is not the Muslim way.”

– The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

الإخوان المسلمين السلام_عليكم

I’M HARD AS A DIAMOND

SOFT AS A ROSE PETAL

A BEAUTIFUL GODZILLA

A KITTEN ON THE INSIDE OF A FIRE-BREATHING BUTTERFLY

WITH THE HEART OF A LION

A TITANIUM FEATHER

A BLOCK OF STEEL PUSHOVER

AS CAPRICIOUS AS A TUMBLEWEED

A SPORE FROM A BRICK

DIVIDED AND SUBDIVIDED

TO BUILD THIS TEMPLE

3 CUBITS X 4 CUBITS X 6 CUBITS

COVERED IN THE ARMOUR OF ALLAH

FOR THE BELIEVERS

AGAINST EVERYBODY ELSE

THE BELIEVERS GET THE KISS FROM THE ROSE

AND EVERYBODY ELSE GETS CRUSHED BY THE DIAMOND!!!!

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

الإخوان المسلمين السلام_عليكم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved And Beautiful Asiatic Black Ummah!!!

You know I’m homeless, right? Well, keeping and storing my favorite beverage (milk & honey) has proven to be somewhat problematic. As a result, I have opted to use water in stead of the milk.

It is still very, very, very good, especially when I can get fresh RAIN WATER.

Down here in N’awleans, it rains a great deal – often and in abundance. I have never experienced rain like New Orleans rain anywhere else. I mean, you can see it moving across the ground. Let me see if I can find a video. BRB

I love it when I’m at the pad. But once I got caught in a tropical storm and that really made me cautious. The wind was strong and I felt like it could pick me up. But, when the wind is cool, it’s kinda fun. I like to sing “Wade in the Water…” as I walk. I used to get in the water at the beach fully clothed and shod, so it’s no big deal to me. 🙂

Water is very healing. I mean just to hear it, soothes the nerves. It adds oxygen to the air, making respiration easier and better for your well-being. I hand wash everything and it is hydrotherapy.

Out here the air is so HUMID. I always hear people complaining about it, but I LOVE IT. When you step outside, it feels like a warm embrace. I call them “LOUISIANA HUGS.” ❤ ❤ ❤

WATER WATER WATER! Use it! It is LIFE!

And, although it may be against some CAPITALIST, RACIST, DEVIL SWINES’ LEGISLATION – I have copped a big bucket and every time it rains, it rains libations from Allah. And I collect in abundance. “My cup overflows,” as King Dawood sang in The Zabur. 🙂

I mean really, how can these devils make it against the law to collect WATER from Heaven??? They are the most arrogant, presumptive, oppressive devils to ever live on our planet. The nerve!

But you have to keep in mind that these are also the people who made it a crime punishable by imprisonment and even death, to teach us how to read or attain freedom from their murderous merciless hands.

So, I collect rain water by the buckets and it pisses them off to no end. This morning, a devil pig tried to run me off while I was cycling around the pad and thinking deeply.

I averted them – another unit always follows – and went back in. Why did I hear him ramsacking my whole domicile? Devil talking bout “Jesus this, Jesus that…” White devil christians and the most hatemongering people.

What did I do to him? He busted in, threw my glass of baking soda (that I keep for freshening the air) and shattered it against the wall. Poured out my beautiful and bright happy yellow flowers on the ground. Threw my chair down the stairs and emptied my bucket of water all over the floor. For what? Because of Allah’s Name Sake! It wasn’t rainwater, Al Hamdullilah. But WATER is the most valuable asset and very difficult to come by when you are homeless.

I just got out of jail for trespassing at my spot where there’s a faucet, while I was playing Rebecca, hoping to run into Ibrahim’s ambassador, while I was gathering my rations, hoping he would take me to Ishaaq. 🙂 But no such luck. Ran into one time and they gaffled me up like 1985. SMH Had me in lockup for six days.

And the cold part about it is I was contemplating going, just for the three hots and a cot. As GMob said, “Plenty of us in jail, just to eat a decent meal.”

But, when you get in there it’s a different story. I saw some improvements from my complaints. There are shower curtains now. And they don’t serve corn pone (cornbread without the butter or eggs) as often. But, I learned the hard way, jail is not the place for me, even if the food and the bed is “free.”

The yard was easier to access and I put in a request for a few hours each week on the grass yard outside the prison. That would be amazing, but I enjoyed the basketball court. I only play when I’m locked up in jail or in the hospital. At least in L.A. New Orleans mental hospitals don’t have basketball courts. But they do have music and Second Lines, kinda. 🙂

I did not consider, well I considered, but decided against, checking in the psych ward. The meds make me more paranoid than when I’m off them. And you HAVE to take them to get out. I have refused and been forcibly restrained, while I was kicking and screaming and fighting against it – by about six big Black male cops – so the “doctor” could inject some poison into my bum. So, no go. I’ll take my chances with the five finger discount at the store where everything is “free.99”

I have a meeting to attain housing in about twenty minutes. These Christians and their “programs”… I already chose the place, just let me sign the paperwork, give me the key and leave me be. But that would be too much like right… They want to make me crazier, so, I’m sitting here writing about ZANZIBEER, which I would bet my bottom dollar (if it wasn’t against THE RESTRICTIVE LAWS OF ISLAM to gamble) that the City in Tanzania – ZANZIBAR – is named after ZANZIBEER. The city is famous for its marketplaces and I’m sure ZANZIBEER is a hot commodity – Hot enough to even name the city after.

So, I collect RAIN WATER. It is the BEST. And, I have collected water from the MISSISSIPPI RIVER. It is the BEST too. But Allah delivers RAIN WATER. 🙂

So, I DRINK it. I BATHE in it. I CLEAN with it. And I MAKE ZANZIBEER WITH IT!

Zanzibeer is the ARABIC word for one of my most favorite spices in the whole world – but be careful when giving it to your Little Angels. It can burn the throat if it stews too long or if you have to use powder, like us homeless folkers, and use too much of it.

It is much better when grated and stewed to make a tea. Add a little honey and Almond Extract and you’ve got your ZANZIBEER.

Ginger grows like wildflowers down here in New Orleans.

I once walked past where someone had harvested some and the smell was intoxicating. I tried harvesting it myself but was only equipped with my silver spoon and was not successful.

In sha Allah (If it pleases Allah) I’ll get back and try again with better utensils. I need to bury my hair and nails, so it may be sooner than I had expected. 🙂

So cheah, try the ZANZIBEER and add a little spice to your banal and insipid lives. 😉 Muah!
❤ WADOODAH ❤

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Black Family

I haven’t written in a while, been going through some personal changes and introspection.

This blog is entitled, “Homemaking For The Blackwoman,” only because I am not married, otherwise, it would and should have been titled “Housewifing for the Asiatic Blackwoman,” right? 🙂

That is the goal, or it used to be, for EVERY woman – to marry well, raise children, and live happily ever after, right?

That was about four or five years ago, I think. And it’s so funny because when I was in High School, Senior year, the day they took they yearbook photos, I was in so many photos of clubs that I was not in and one of them was FUTURE HOMEMAKERS OF AMERICA. LOL

At that time, I had no desire whatsoever, to be a Homemaker. I wanted to be the next Oprah. But Al Hamdulillah (All Praise is due to Allah). The Afrocentric in me was awakened shortly after I graduated and read the majority of hypocrite Malcolm’s autobiography. I completely lost interest after his trip to Mecca, which he failed to mention was actually his SECOND trip to Mecca.

In any case, that was the late eighties and everybody was Afrocentric, reminiscent of the turbulent sixties, when “Say it Loud! I’m Black and I’m Proud!” and “Ungawa! Black Power!” could be heard all throughout the streets and over the airwaves.

I had my kente cloth outfit with the matching fez but never could find a black leather framed Africa medallion.

I went to college and although my official major was BROADCAST JOURNALISM, with all of the Black Studies courses I took, I probably could have also received a degree in Black Studies as well.

I never knew why, but all my life, I wanted to change my name. My parents named me CHERYCE ANET BAILEY. I hated the middle name and would never tell when asked. My mother told me it is pronounced A-Net. And I tried to justify it by my love of basketball.

My father told me, my mother chose my first name, but he chose the spelling. The Y, I think is there because of my incessant questioning and natural curiosity about everything.

But when I asked my mother who she named me after, and she told me a white woman, I hated it even more. And then, when I yt’d her and saw her, I grew completely disgusted. The only good I can find in the name is it’s nearness to cerise, which is a shade of red, my absolute favorite colour. And also cherries in French, which are one of my favourite fruits, as well.

I received a Bachelor of Arts Degree from CALIFORNIA STATE UNIVERSITY at LONG BEACH. And, because I took so many Black Studies courses, I knew the head of the Black Studies Department, Maulana Karenga, fairly well.

Maulana Karenga is the founder of the Black American Holiday – KWANZAA.

I met with him one day and because he was well-known for giving Black People African/Arabic names, I asked him to give me a name. He gave me the name of LATIFAH. I asked him the meaning and he said, “SOFT.”

Other than the fact that it was already in use by a popular rapper at that time, the additional knowledge of the meaning, really made me not want to use that name.

However, when I converted to Islam, shortly thereafter, I decided to go ahead and adopt the name.

When listening to a recording of Our Beloved Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him), he taught us that if you didn’t know what name to choose, choose ALLAH but hurry and give the devil back his name.

So that’s what I did. Little did I know the responsibilities that accompany that Name!

So, I officially changed my name to LATIFAH ALLAH in 2009 and that was a great day.

There are 99 Names of Allah, or Attributes, which all have meaning. Allah is not one of the 99 Attributes of Allah.

Allah, according to the Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) means, The First and The Last. I have also heard him say, if I am not mistaken, that it means “All that is in All.”

Recently, I changed the Latifah to Love and then to WADOODAH. Which is also one of the 99 Attributes of Allah, which means Love of Allah in our original language and the language of Allah and our foreparents: ARABIC.

So now, I’ve been the Homeless Homemaker for almost four years and have had many proposals, and near proposals. I can smell them and I RUN!!!

I can only marry ONE man and he seems to be as adamant about his name as I am about mine.

I have a list of criteria.

1. F.O.I.
2. TALL
3. DARK
4. HANDSOME
5. FUNNY
6. NICE VOICE
7. NOT MY EX-HUSBAND OR REMINISCENT OF MY X-HUSBAND

The F.O.I. part covers everything like Righteousness, (which is by far the most important part); Name; Intelligence; Financial stability; Diet; Ability to take care of his responsibilities; Ability to protect and secure his family, &c.

2-6 are physical features and personality characteristics, but are equally as important, in my opinion. Funny is a necessity because I can be very serious and have a very low tolerance for foolishness and ignorance that most people find funny. So, I am very attracted to Brothers that can make me laugh in an intelligent way (witty).

F.O.I. also covers that deal-breaker for my Zawji, who seems determined to wear his slave name until they write it in stone on the headstone at his gravesight.

I can say it until I am blue in the face and fall out from lack of breath, but A GOOD NAME IS BETTER THAN GOLD. And unfortunately for him, I wear the greatest of them all.

I can tell you everything about yourself by the name you give me, in most instances. I am still growing, of course. But to go back to the slave name would be like burying me alive.

I don’t care if it is the name of the first white president of the United States. It is also the name of his slaves.

I don’t care if it is the name of the capital of the United States. They are the most wicked and evil civilization to ever live on our planet earth and they also own slaves.

I don’t care if it is the name of a northwestern state that produces beaucoup apples. It is the name of the devil caucasian and whenever an original Blackman wears that name is only serves to identify him as that devil caucasian’s slave,

The name, when broken down actually means a town where people go to do their washing, or have their washing done = a slavery town.

I have been called arrogant more times than I care to relate. But Islam gives you knowledge which inferior knowledge must submit to, according to the Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him).

We have a saying in The Lost-Found Nation of Islam, that a person who returns to the filthy religion of Christianity is contrasted with a dog who returns to his vomit.

I never fully understood that comparison but it is becoming clearer, with each proposal. Because that is how it makes me feel. Thoroughly repulsed.

I even considered accepting on the grounds that I be allowed to retain my name.

But that wouldn’t work either because of the philosophical differences that lead to lifestyle differences. My religion teaches not to associate with devils, smoke nor drink. But not so, in any other religion – So, that is number one.

The Nation of Islam gives it’s practitioners FREEDOM, JUSTICE AND EQUALITY. So, I have the freedom to say No. I have the freedom to continue to live my life and practice my religion, worship my God, in the manner in which Pleases Him and makes me happy, whereas, if I were to MARRY someone of another faith, I may as well commit suicide because of the polar oppositeness of Islam from any other religion.

So cheah, that is why I’m still single and will stay single. 🙂

 

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

الإخوان المسلمين السلام_عليكم

THESE ARE PINS:

THESE ARE NEEDLES:

😉

IF YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD A PIN DROP, YOU NEED TO DROP EVERYTHING 🙂 AND GO BUY SOME PINS, IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANY ALREADY.

WAIT UNTIL IT IS VERY QUIET.

PICK ONE UP AND DROP IT.

MOST. EXHILARATING. AND INTRIGUING. SOUND. EVER!

 

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

الإخوان المسلمين السلام_عليكم

1. How would you go about meeting a Sister you think would make a good wife?
2. What is your definition of a good wife?
3. What do you think I want in a husband?
4. What does it take to make a good marriage?
5. What is a good marriage?
6. What is your definition of a good husband?
7. What is the difference between husband and wife?
8. Do you want children?
9. Do you think it is possible to have too many children?
10. Do you believe in birth control?
11. Describe your physical features?
12. Describe your personality?
13. What do you like to do for exercise?
14. Do you have a favorite: color?
15. car?
16. designer?
17. artist (musical, visual, group)?
18. song?
19. verse?
20. plant?
21. animal?
22. fruit?
23. vegetable?
24. food?
25. How do you feel about America/white people/christianity?
26. How do you give charity?
27. Do you think husbands and wives should ever be apart?
28. What do you want to have happen to your physical form after your body cannot breathe?
29. How do you pay homage to your ancestors?
30. What type of Sisters do you like?
31. What is the Name of Your RELIGION?
32. Describe your diet?