Author: ام حكيم و كبيره

M.G.T. & G.C.C.

OUTTRO

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Dear Sweet Beloved Black Brothers and Sisters of The Tribe of Shabazz!!
❤ ❤ ❤

Al Hamdulillah!!!

All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!

A couple of days ago, I was in the park choppin’ it up, playing chess with Akhi (My Brother), handing out fliers and this gay guy approaches us but Allah (swt) Told me not to give him one, so I retracted my hand and he sashayed by and said, “Is that that Black Power women website?“

I was thrilled that he had heard of it, but I started thinking maybe I wouldn’t need to stay in the A three months like I had planned.

Then yesterday, I was somewhere else, passing out fliers and this Sister told me, “I’ve been seeing these all over the place!“

And I thought, “I guess I’ve flooded the market.“

People have been telling me I gave them my flier three times.

Meanwhile, I met this Brother before I got banned from Underground Atlanta, who had one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard heard, and he told me he was having a show on Saturday. I Googled the location and it was at a hookah bar.

I was averse, but thought that’s just where everything is now, so I came home and asked the woman in charge of the shelter if I could get a pass to stay out past curfew (9:00). She said she had to see some tickets.

I still can’t believe that.

It would have been different if she had just said, “No.”

But she acted like I was lying.

That was when I knew I had to move.

It wasn’t even the fact that I couldn’t go, because I really didn’t want to go to a Hookah bar anyway, but to be accused of lying is the ultimate insult to me.
I LIVE BY THE TRUTH!!!
But that’s Christians for you. Allah Will Pay Her Back Her Mockery, as it says in The Holy Qur’an. He always takes vengeance for me. I’m not mad. I just feel sorry for her.

So, yesterday, I was enjoying my Dinner and Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Told Me It Was Okay For Me To Leave Atlanta.

I know where I’m going next (Florida) and I thought I was going to go straight from here.
But I need to go home first. There’s noplace like L.A. (home)

Atlanta was a huge disappointment.

BORING and PLAIN.

The Biggest Attraction is the UNDERGROUND ATLANTA mall.

That place is so deserted. Half the businesses are closed. The surrounding areas are devoid of people. The fountains are dry. The decorative lighting is burnt out and the bulbs have never been replaced. The vendors are so thirsty it’s pathetic.

I met this Brother who plays the guitar and he knew a Brother who plays the bass and we were trying to perform for free on the stage in the middle of the mall and Security directed us to management. The office manager ( :/ )tried to pass herself off as the Executive Director. LOL But she couldn’t fool me. I squeezed his email out of her and sent him a message. He responded but offered no explanation, just said it wasn’t possible at this time.

I think they’re deliberately trying to run down the mall,
whether they’re aware of it or not.

But I realized Allah is destroying America. And He’s doing it by degrees. And, since I’m With HIM, I’m not going to try and save it. I Want Whatever He Wants.
Music is not that important.

Atlanta is not done. It is FINISHED!!!

They make it so difficult for the homeless that they’re FORCED to enter a program or live on the street where it rains everyday. It’s not about the money either. They know we’re in a War, so they get these able-bodied Blackmen and get them to work in their program, live in their shelter and control every aspect of their lives.

They cannot ever go out and do something for self because from 8-3 they’re working for the program and they have to be in the shelter by 4 Monday through Friday. And on the weekend, the city looks like a ghost town. The program occupies ALL of their time, I don’t know HOW they can ever get out and do something for self.

The Blackman in a program’s chances for doing something for self and free time are nil, so he’s never going to be able to get a good Blackwoman and start a family. The devil’s main agenda is the destruction of the Black Family. This is just another way of trying to do that. And trying to win this war.

But they will allow them to entertain loose women. Making all deserving of hellfire.

The devil knows that as long as he can keep the Blackman from doing something for himself, he can keep him dependent on him and continue to mistreat him.

It is almost hopeless.

They don’t even think to do something for self. They are unaware that they are slaves.

I have two more weeks.

These Brothers are so conditioned from nightly groups and church services that when they are confronted by the Truthbearer, there is such a wall that they are almost unreachable. The devil is trying to make unwitting soldiers for Christianity.

But Islam is the TRUTH and knocks the brains out of falsehood. They don’t stand a chance.

All Praise Is Due To Allah!

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I know it’s going to be difficult when I say goodbye. As disappointing as Atlanta was, as far as fun, I met some beautiful people and it is going to be hard to leave them. All I can do is pray Allah Blesses Them to Accept Islam and Puts Them In Heaven At Once, in the midst this evil and wicked but thankfully, DYING world.

“WHO IS TUPAC???”

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dear Brothers and Sisters!

Today is TUPAC’S 45th Birthday.

It’s been almost twenty years since he was murdered.

But I know people who still listen to nothing but TUPAC.

I’ve heard of women getting TUPAC tattoos.

Naming their sons TUPAC.

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Claiming that TUPAC was a prophet.

I met TUPAC twice.

Well, kinda.

The first time, he was in a VW bug packed with his homies, early in his career.
The second time, he was in a convertible Double R, by himself.

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But this is for MY memoirs…

I was never one of those girls who was a TUPAC groupie. I know there were women who were smitten by him, but I didn’t start liking him until
AFTER
He was murdered.

I ended up working for the production company that produced his videos.
It was run by a Sister and she was my mentor.

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(On the set of “Two of Amerikkka’s Most Wanted”)

TUPAC was murdered between the time we met
and when I first started working for her.

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So, when I started, she was HEAVILY IN MOURNING.

She gave me big mail bags full of his fan mail.

I read letters from people in places as remote as Luxemberg, claiming vengeance for his murder.

I remember when my Boss told me they had set his ashes free over

THE PACIFIC OCEAN.

*****

Once she sent me to Death Row to pick up some posters.

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We walked into the building and the elevator doors opened by themselves. The Sister I was with said, “I think we’re supposed to get on.“

So, we got in the elevator and it took us right to the floor where we were supposed to pick up the posters. That’s creepy now and this was 1996!

I will never forget the look on his face on that poster.

It was a photo he had taken near the end of his life and the look on his face made me want to cry. I felt so sorry for him. It was one of the “Made Men” posters. I was going to try and find it to post, but my first effort was in vain, and I think Allah doesn’t want me to see it. So, I’m not going to put myself through that.

I never liked that “Made Men” concept. It didn’t sound right. The Blackman is God. He is the Creator. I wasn’t even Muslim back then, but I knew it wasn’t right. It sounded like he was a product of a negative environment. Instead of being CREATED BY ALLAH, HE WAS MADE by drugs and money and guns, etc. I think Suge came up with that.

I read pictures and in the poster, he looked like he was in torment. Not physical pain, but emotionally so unhappy that there was not a trace of joy in his eyes. He looked broken down. Like in that picture of him and Suge in Vegas, right before he got shot. You can see it in his eyes.

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I am convinced that he died of a broken heart. He gave up.

He KEPT getting shot. Everybody was trying to kill him, it seemed. Like everybody else, I thought he was going to pull through and keep making records and acting crazy like the other time. I mean, this was TUPAC! He was invincible!

But after seeing that poster, I know he was really tired and broken down, probably frustrated and fed up too.

Okay, I just did a THOROUGH search of the Internet for that poster and it’s not there. Somebody knew and destroyed that picture. Let’s just remember the good times and be thankful that he FINALLY found some peace.
If he had only accepted Islam….
ISLAM MEANS PEACE!!!

*****

25 is a critical age.

It is the point wherein you truly start cementing your adulthood.

If TUPAC had made it past 25, he would have been unstoppable.

TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR was born three days before me.

We were both 25.

I was studying Islam and discovering that everything I had been taught my whole life was a lie.

Even My Name Was A Lie.

It was very traumatic for me and I suffered a nervous breakdown.
– the first of many.

TUPAC had just been murdered.

I was in the mental ward in the hospital and for some reason I thought he was hiding around the corner, playing with me.

In retrospect, I know I was in denial. I didn’t know I loved him then.
I don’t think I knew his birthday was three days before mine.
I didn’t know how significant my birthday (Juneteenth) was to the progress
(history and future)
Of Our People.

I did know how much he loved Black People, just like I do and always have.

So, I’m in the emergency room, 5150, and yelling at the top of my lungs.

For some reason, when I have breakdowns, I don’t talk or I’ll close my eyes, like just relying on my other senses to interact with people.

Once my grandmother visited me, and she taught us sign language when we were little and I took her hand and signed “Where’s Amber?” (my daughter) in it, as if she was the one who was deaf, dumb and blind and not me. I learned how to do that from reading Helen Keller’s book.

Anyway, I’m yelling at the top of my lungs, “TUPAC!!!!” like he’s around the corner playing with me.

There was no one else in the emergency room and only one nurse was on duty.

So, I have my eyes closed, oblivious to what’s going on around me, but after I had yelled his name for the third time, the nurse comes and asks me,
“Who’s TUPAC???“

I was stupefied.

I couldn’t believe there was actually somebody in the world who didn’t know who TUPAC was.

But it helped me awake out of my episode and come back into reality.

Now, when I come across a person who seems to be too far gone, I try and “wake them up.” All it takes is the right word. Sometimes, all it takes is your attention. You will see the light of recognition in their eyes. Don’t ignore them. That’s what they want. Show them you care about them by talking to them like they comprehend. They might wake up.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAK!!!!!

I LOVE YOU!!!!
❤ ❤ ❤

 

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Nia

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Brothers and Sisters of Allah’s Chosen People
The So-Called American Negroes of the Asiatic Tribe of Shabazz

Nia means “Purpose” in Kiswahili.

I am learning day by day what Allah’s Purpose for me is in life.

My purpose, just like every other Black person on the Earth,
Is to Submit to the Will of Allah.

His Will For Me is to Help Him Raise the Mentally Dead So-Called American Negroes

And I am a Muslim; so Willingly or Unwillingly I MUST submit.

He Has Me In ATLANTA, THE CAPITAL OF GEORGIA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

And it is getting very interesting.

Allah Told Me Years Ago Who My Soulmate Is, Which Makes Me Very Lucky.

Because I’m not looking.

But instead of pairing me with my Soulmate right now,
Which will bring about an end to my Ministering,
He Has Me Playing “Girlfriend” To Other Brothers,
Raising Them Up To Higher Standards.

It Never Goes Past The
“Getting To Know You”
Stage
Because They’re Not My Soulmate.

That’s my favorite part of Love.
It’s New and Exciting and Fun and Interesting
And I Thrive in that Arena!

It Just Gets To Wherever Their Level Is.
I Bring Them There;
Tell Them What They Need To Do To Advance;
They Get Pissed;
I Get Bored;
And
I
Go
Back
To
My
Husband
.
❤

Death to the Baby Mama

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM DEAR BROTHERS AND SISTERS

BROTHERS! PAY ATTENTION!

I saw a meme on Facebook and it went something like this:

Girl: “I’m pregnant.
“I told you not to nut inside me!!!

Boy: “I know, and I wasn’t, but I thought about how you’re such a strong black intelligent Queen and I knew you would make a good single parent!
Say peace to the family.”

Speaking from personal experience, I know there are A LOT of Brothers with this mentality. You see the potential in us and you want us to have your baby, but you don’t want us.

How do you think that makes us feel?

Horrible. Like a used wet tissue.

It’s time out for Baby Mamas and Baby Daddies.
We need Mothers and Fathers WHO ARE HUSBANDS AND WIVES.

Our Black children NEED BOTH parents in the home. This is the way it’s SUPPOSED to be. Sex outside the boundaries of marriage is still a sin. If you need to use a condom or pull out, YOU SHOULD NOT BE HAVING SEX.
WAIT UNTIL YOU GET MARRIED!!!!
Allah Gave Us Boundaries For A Reason.
IT’S HEALTHIER FOR EVERYONE – MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY.

You are supposed to have sex with ONE PERSON YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.

This is our original way of life and what we MUST RETURN TO in order to be a healthy productive BLACK FAMILY.

We MUST abandon the wicked filthy practices of our devil slavemasters – Who have made what’s wrong right and what’s right wrong. A forty-year old virgin is ridiculed and mocked for doing what’s RIGHT IN THIS WORLD. This is why Allah Is Going To Destroy The People of This World.

They have gotten too far away from Him.

We (so-called Negroes) have the chance to be saved but we cannot see the Hereafter practicing the ways of the devils.

I got banned from the Underground Atlanta mall because the security guard said I disrespected him after I asked him if he was gay. He didn’t get upset until his “best friend” on the phone, said something about it. In fact, he seemed flattered by the attention from a pretty girl. Then he was ready to beat me up.
Be careful whom you let in your ear, Black Family.

Our only hope is to return to our original religion – the religion of our God and our righteous foreparents – ISLAM.

Read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA by clicking the link.

I’ve heard the excuse that a one-income family isn’t enough; the mother needs to work too.  This is the number one reason why we have so many single parent families. Our Black women are out here trying to be independent, so our men have gotten the misguided message we have sent – we don’t need them for anything. But, of course, they still need us to have their children. So what ends up happening? These “independent” women end up ruining it for all women because they’ve made our men think we’re all the same. We’re so independent, we can take care of his baby without him.

We don’t need him so why should he want us? They treat us differently when they are only using us for procreation purposes. Yes, they’ll buy our meals, but that’s just because they have to feed their baby we’re carrying. They don’t care about us, because we’ve sent the message that we don’t need them. Men NEED to feel NEEDED. Their one and only job is to provide for us and their children, whether it be food, clothing and shelter, transportation, communication, schools, a society or a government. These are all their responsibilities.

It has gotten so bad that we think being dependent on a man means we’re less than a woman. When ALLAH CREATED US TO BE DEPENDENT ON HIM. It is in our nature. So what happens? Our men feel unnecessary and they just start seeing us as baby-making machines and who suffers the most? The babies. They need their mother at home with them. And if the couple gets married first, and live within their means the wife CAN stay home. So, by the time they have five children, his income will have increased exponentially and money won’t be an issue.

Brothers, stop using us just so you can brag about how many children you have and leaving five baby mamas to do your job and hers too. I know she told you she’s independent, but you need to lock her in the house. What kind of example are you setting for your sons???

What about your daughter?

Would you like for someone to do that to her????!!!!!!

You talk about how grateful you are for your baby mama and what a good job she’s doing. You shouldn’t have to say that. RAISING A CHILD IS A JOINT EFFORT. It should go without saying.

The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us, there is no act of evil that goes without its consequence.

If you get with a woman, Just Because You Want To Have A Child Before You Get Too Old But Don’t Want To Marry Her, Or Maybe You Do Marry Her, But You Don’t Love Her – The Truth Will Come Out.

What’s supposed to be your Golden Years will be like Hell because of your disobedience to Allah.

Be satisfied with your life obeying the Divine Laws of Allah (God).

We have to change our way of thinking, Brothers and Sisters. It’s better to obey the Divine Laws of Allah and leave here a virgin and childless than to disobey the Laws of God and have a child out of wedlock JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT TO HAVE A CHILD. ALLAH is the ONE you’re ultimately going to have to answer to and He Made FORNICATION (sex before marriage) AND ADULTERY (sex with someone other than your spouse) AGAINST THE RESTRICTIVE LAWS (SINS).

The Nation of Islam (so-called American Negroes) is ONE HUNDRED PER CENT RIGHT AND EXACT. Allah and the Righteous Do Not Take “Nobody’s Perfect” as an excuse. Allah and the Righteous Take NO EXCUSES. Get that out of your mind RIGHT NOW. WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT. EXCUSES ARE COP-OUTS. Do what you’re supposed to do and you won’t have to give an excuse.

If, for whatever reason, you cannot do what you were supposed to do; be prepared to suffer the consequences for your own actions or inaction, and do not put the blame on anyone or any circumstance other than YOURSELF. Allah Is The Most Merciful but DO NOT GIVE HIM AN EXCUSE! All He Wants To Hear  From Us Is, “I didn’t do it, Sir.“ That’s it! NO EXCUSES!!!

***Anytime you have to give a reason for why you didn’t do something you were supposed to do or did do something you weren’t supposed to do is an EXCUSE – WHATEVER THE REASON IS – True or False: It is an excuse and we don’t want to hear it under any circumstances. You should have made proper arrangements in advance – think ahead. But do not give us an excuse.

 Take responsibility for your actions (or inaction) and We Will Show You Mercy.

Until you learn how to do this (take responsibility and blame for your actions), and accept the consequences, whether they be merciful or chastisement, you will never be successful. But Now That You Know Better – Do Better.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!

Your Sister,

~ LOVE ALLAH ❤ ❤ ❤

Low-Key

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters and Brothers of the Aboriginal Black Nation of the Planet Earth – The Tribe of Shabazz

I pray Allah you all are happy and healthy and enjoying abundant Blessings of Our Saviour, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever. I am happy to write that I am the same. I thank Allah!!!

This was my first Saturday in Atlanta and it was boring. I’m still waiting for something fun to happen.

I got up and left intending to go pay my phone bill but ended up at this park one of the Brothers reported to me was having some trouble with some youth who have been acting out of control.

I went there and ran into some Christians. So, you know I had to mess with them. Then I talked to a Brother who was very interested for a while then decided to visit the Library.

On my way, I followed one of my husband’s doppelgangers and he led me to this little out of the way promenade with a lot of restaurants. Since Iftar at the Masjid, I have really been craving more INDIAN FOOD, which is the BEST FOOD IN THE WORLD, IMHO.

I asked a Brother passing by if there was an Indian restaurant nearby and he pointed out one across the street. It was called Naan something like Naan Sense or some other clever play on words.

I went in and looked at the menu. They didn’t have curried vegetables 😦 But they had something called Panaan or something with Masala sauce, which I have a recipe for but never tasted. They didn’t have the sauce there yet, so I ordered a Chai and a Guava Nectar and went back outside to sit at a table and wait.

I set up shop (propped my books [Holy Qur’an and Message To The Blackman] and arranged my fliers so they would be handy and started writing some more.) The Chai was boo boo and  it was the restaurant brand so decided I wasn’t going to risk trying the food and I just drank my Guava juice and handed fliers out right there.

I met one of Erykah Badu’s doppelgangers. I have a love/hate relationship with her. I feel sorry for her because I interviewed her before her first album came out and I was really impressed with her whole image. She has Daddy issues and is looking for love in other than herself. She talked for twenty minutes nonstop and I just listened.

When she finally paused I told her to stop thinking about men completely and ONLY THINK ABOUT ALLAH. ONLY. She listened. I said it again. STOP THINKING ABOUT MEN AND FOCUS YOURSELF ON ALLAH ONLY. She still didn’t start talking like before and I knew she must really be contemplating what I was saying. And I believe in doing everything in threes, so I said it one more time. DON’T GET INVOLVED WITH ANY MAN UNTIL YOU GET YOURSELF TOGETHER. FOCUS ONLY ON ALLAH. NO MEN.

She looked as if she had never considered that. But I could see a visible change in her demeanor. She calmed down and was more contemplative. I was happy I was able to help her. And she bought me a meal in a show of gratitude for my advice. I told her to call me anytime for moral support.

Later a couple of Brothers sat at my table and we rapped for about an hour. They were Gullah/Geechee and I was enchanted because those islands are on my list of places to visit. They were Muslims and we talked and talked and talked. They also had love issues – one of them. I told him the same thing I told Erykah. Focus on Allah ONLY. Get your relationship with Allah so Tight that you are tuned in to His Divine Guidance. You should hear His voice so clearly that when you come across your soulmate, you’ll hear Him Pointing her out to you. He appreciated that advice.

By the time they left, all of the restaurants were closing up shop, so I started to head for home, but Allah literally Turned me around toward the opposite direction, which I have never visited.

I walked deeper into the heart of downtown and I was totally creeped out because there is this big spooky building that towers over the whole city, but I was drawn to it. It looked just like this deserted hospital in New Orleans but ten times bigger.

Allah Sent a homeless Blackman to walk in the same direction and I took advantage of the escort. He was humming a tune and that always makes me feel comfortable (when people sing or whistle or anything musical) and the next thing I know I was right in front of the building and it looked really nice.

There was a wedding going on inside and I peeked in. Someone told me Atlanta has the highest percentage of homelessness in the country. So a. public transportation is sky high and b. the buildings are secured where you can’t just walk in and look around like in other cities I’ve been.

But I continued in that direction and it felt good. I liked the area, it was more lively. Like DTLA and French Quarter in NOLA. The Ritz Carlton had the swankiest restaurant I have ever seen and I made a mental note to eat there one day, In Sha Allah.

I just Googled it and learned they have live Jazz, so you know it’s on.

Anyway, I keep walking, really enjoying my surroundings and who should I come across but some Hebrew Israelites!!! You know I had to mess with them.

They were in the middle of a shouting match with this homeless man. So, I just started handing out my fliers. They would not take one, but the audience did.

I started talking to this one low-key but knowledgeable Brother and I got a taste of what it’s like to have a boyfriend/husband in America in 2016.

These Blackwomen are so “thungry”! It was laughable. This one young Sister came and stood so close to him I thought she was his wife. So, I acknowledged her, but she didn’t say anything. I’m thinking they were together and she was just submitting and let him “teach me” So, I kept talking to him and figured he would leave with her eventually. But he never paid her any attention and eventually she left. I was like okay.

So, I’m handing out fliers and the Hebrews and the homeless man are shouting and everybody’s staring. I’m talking to the Brother intermittedly handing out fliers, trying to be heard over the shouting.

The homeless man and one of the processing Hebrews were shouting in each other’s faces, close enough to kiss and guess who broke it up. Yours Truly. I’ve been trained in how to deal with our people and all you have to do to break up a fight is walk between them. You don’t even have to say anything. Just break the invisible line between them. So I squeezed through and that was it. They were heated but I had No fear.

The Hebrew leader commented on it though. He was going to let them fight. I hate seeing Black people fight. We are Brothers and Sisters. We don’t need to be fighting each other.

So, one of the Hebrew Leaders was shouting about how Christ died to save our sins. So, I yelled, “You sound like a Christian!” and, “Oh, you’re Christians???”

He was discomfitted for a minute and they ended up leaving. I was still there after they loaded up their car and left or walked off. The Muslim was Still Standing.

So, I ended up giving the food Erykah bought me to this homeless man. That was so hard because I hadn’t eaten all day and it was INDIAN FOOD!!!! But Allah Told Me to give it to him. He offered to give me three dollars, but I just gave it to him. Albeit reluctantly.

So, I needed to go to CVS and there was one right there and I hinted to the low-key Brother, I needed to get something to eat, “Who was going to buy me something to eat???” In my damsel in distress voice.

He said he would, I told him I wanted to eat at the Ritz, but I needed to go to CVS first. So we went to CVS and I haven’t been anywhere with a Brother like that since forever, so I’m just doing my shopping and every female in the store was checking him out. He was the only Blackman there, except for the store manager. Blackwomen were staring at him. White women. Foreign women. All of them. All I could think was Wow! Women are so forward. They have absolutely no respect for relationships. He was clearly with me but they were staring at him like I wasn’t even there.  I left enlightened though. It let me know what I can expect when Jamal and I are finally reunited. 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤

So, we leave and walk back toward the Ritz, but he started Googling vegetarian restaurants, so I was like Oh well. I’ll guess I’ll have to take myself. 😉

We went to the same restaurant in Underground Atlanta where I ate yesterday. They have Grilled Salmon. He bought my meal and I felt funny eating with him, but I wasn’t ready to go to the shelter, so I let him lead me to a table and he went to the exact same table I had eaten at yesterday!

We talked and all I could think was, Al Hamdulillah Allah Told Me Who I’m supposed to marry. It’s too hard trying to find common ground. We didn’t agree on anything. I wasn’t about to argue with him, because I’ve been taught to submit, but I have Supreme Wisdom and he found fault with everything I told him.

I’m so thankful, I’m not searching for anything. Not Love. Not Truth. Not Anything. It is Freedom. Allahu Akbar. Thank-you, Low-Key!!!

Death to Superwoman

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Dearly Beloved Brothers

Al Hamdulillah! All Praise is due to Allah!

Allah Has me experiencing so many different dimensions of life in The Lost-Found Nation of Islam (Black People in the Hells of North America). I am grateful. However, I feel so sorry for some of my Sisters (Brothers too, but this one is more toward the Sisters) without the KNOWLEDGE OF SELF, GOD OR THE DEVIL.

I see you suffering, bitter, miserable, hateful and spiteful toward anyone not suffering like you, speaking from the receiving end. :/ We are ONE, Sisters. Your pain is my pain. Your hurt is my hurt. I hate to see you suffering for no reason. It makes me sad and empathetic and desperate to try and help you out of your situation that is the cause of your pain, Dear Sister. ISLAM, as taught by Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him), is the ONLY SOLUTION TO THE PROBLEM OF THE SO-CALLED AMERICAN NEGRO WOMEN.

I say PROBLEM (1), in the singular, because we only have One. That is the devil Caucasian Race. Every symptom of our ONE PROBLEM can be traced to our devil Caucasian slavemasters; drugs, immoral behaviour, drinking, stealing, lying, cheating, gambling and the destruction of our families are all the result of our being reared by our devil caucasian slavemasters and mistresses.

My poor Sisters have become so thirsty for the company of men that they will allow one to do absolutely nothing ALL DAY, WHILE YOU RISE UP BEFORE SUNRISE, FIVE DAYS A WEEK, AND GO TO WORK FOR THE WHITEMAN, FOR EIGHT HOURS A DAY OR MORE!!!

And when you do finally come home, tired from a long, hard day at a job you’re not even supposed to have, YOU HAVE TO SLAVE OVER A HOT STOVE LATE AT NIGHT, TO COOK A HOT MEAL FOR THIS MAN WHO HAS BEEN HOME ALL DAY, FOOD THAT YOU BOUGHT AND PAID FOR, AND EVEN HAD TO STOP AT THE STORE BEFORE YOU COULD EVEN COME HOME FROM WORK!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel your pain, Sister – as if it were my own. You are me and I am you, Dear Sister. However, YOU put YOURSELF (and your children, if you have any) in this situation and YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN GET YOURSELF OUT OF IT!!!

You provide for yourself, your children, and some no-good, lazy, degenerate mental slave (all of his necessities [toiletries, a place to live and all that goes with it, added expenses for utilities, phone, electricity, water, heat, gas, t.p., paper towels, soap, laundry detergent, dishwashing liquid]) basically everything you use, you have to buy twice as much, maybe more because he’s home all day using up products and utilities while you’re not even there. SMH

I apologize for my candor, but TRUTH IS ALL I’M GOING TO SPEAK. AND I’M NOT GOING TO SUGARCOAT IT. I’VE SEEN HOW BAD IT IS. I AM ONLY SHOWING YOU HOW YOU LOOK IN THE EYES OF THE CIVILIZED WORLD TODAY.

ARE YOU THAT HUNGRY FOR A MAN TO PROTECT YOU??? MY DEARLY BELOVED SISTER, PUT YOUR TRUST IN ALLAH!!! HE CAN PROTECT YOU BETTER THAN SOME GOLDDIGGING LEECH!!! ARE YOU THAT LONELY THAT YOU ARE WILLING TO DO HIS JOB AND YOURS JUST TO KEEP SOME WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR A MAN???

AND SOME OF YOU HAVE CHILDREN!!! WHAT TYPE OF MESSAGE ARE YOU SENDING TO YOUR SONS?????!!!!!!!

Here’s what you think he’s thinking, Sisters: “This man is living in our house; laying up on the couch watching T.V. all day, eating good; Staying safe at home while my mommy gets up, goes out in this wicked world and works hard every day to provide for him. I don’t ever want to see another Blackwoman go through what my poor mommy is going through – having to take care of me and our children.”

*This man in the house could be his biological father.

Sister, you would be EXTREMELY lucky if your son grows up with this line of thinking.

But in reality, children follow the example of their role models.

This man in your home is his ROLE MODEL – A NEGATIVE role model.

This is the model you provided him with in order to model his role as a man after, as bad as he is; you are responsible with the task of providing your children with POSITIVE role models. You have to change YOUR way of thinking FIRST before you can know what a good POSITIVE ROLE MODEL even looks like. You have to be one so you can know what to look for. Game recognize Game. Mold your child(ren) into positive productive people.

It is better to get Government Assistance, which is actually reparations that are owed to us for four hundred years of slavery of our ancestors that are long overdue.  This will enable you to stay home with your children where you belong.

Cut your expenses! You don’t need a car. You don’t need a weave. You don’t need fake nails. You don’t need any makeup. These things are stupid wastes of time and money that you could be spending with and on your most precious gift(s) to you from Allah (God) – Your Children!

I’ll tell you an M.G.T. & G.C.C. well-kept secret. THE BEST WAY TO SAVE MONEY IS IN YOUR KITCHEN!!! Stop eating foods which are no good for you such as meats, nuts, processed foods and all kinds of mucous-forming white flour. These things are nothing but slow-death to you and your children. Simple foods are best. Beans, milk, whole-wheat bread, fresh fruits and vegetables are enough to keep you living a long time and will put a lot of money back in your pocketbook. Stop eating three and four times a day and all between meals. This is better for your health, longevity and beautiful appearance. It will cut out on doctor bills and hospital bills and medications and save hundreds of dollars in your purse. Click here for more information!

Live within the boundaries of your means. Don’t overspend!!! You will be more than capable of providing your children with a good, HAPPY, and stable childhood with an abundance of love and attention (because you are not spending any time away from them going to a job) and all of their needs can easily be met with the money you get from the government. It will take some resourcefulness, but it will be enough if your are wise and not prodigal. There are several ways you can use your creativity to make added money on the side. You can cook for the single Brothers in your neighborhood. Offer to homeschool the children in your neighborhood for a fee. Take in laundry; things you would normally do, you can do for others and make a few extra nickels. The return on your hard work in the form of respect, love and admiration from your children will be worth more than gold!!! AND will provide them with a positive role model, which is the most important thing.

When you do meet a man – and you will meet him – who is financially stable to  consider marrying, he will make your life easier – not be a burden/added expense. He will provide for YOU – not the other way around!!! If he’s not ready YET to provide for a wife/family, he should not even be in the dating pool. It’s okay to tell him this too. In fact, you OWE it to him to tell him the Truth. When we raise our Standards, Sisters, the Brothers will be FORCED to rise up the meet them.

First, get yourself together, Brother, BEFORE you start dating.
If you are not seeking a wife, What are your intentions?

And PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, BROTHERS, GET OUT OF THE SLAVE MIND, expecting a woman to provide for you or go fifty/fifty. This is the thinking of a slave. We must break out of this dependency state of mind imposed upon us by our slavemaster – looking for someone else to provide you with the necessities of life. BE A MAN – BE A PROVIDER! PROTECTOR! AND CONTROLLER! GOD OF THE UNIVERSE!!! THAT YOU WERE CREATED TO BE!!!

Sisters, under no circumstances should you lower your standards. If you do, you will surely regret it and will find yourself at the divorce court (maybe in a custody battle) within a few years. It is much better to wait long (and be lonely) than to marry wrong (and be broken-hearted).

Expecting a man to provide for you is not asking too much. THIS SHOULD BE THE NORM!!! BUT WE HAVE GOTTEN SO FAR AWAY FROM OUR NATURE THAT WHAT’S RIGHT IS WRONG AND WHAT’S WRONG IS RIGHT IN THIS BACKWARD SOCIETY.

WE HAVE GOTTEN TO THE DEPLORABLE STATE WHEREIN SISTERS HAVE NOT MERELY RECEIVED EQUAL RIGHTS WITH MEN, WE HAVE COMPLETELY TAKEN OVER THEIR RESPONSIBILITY AS MEN AND REPLACED THEM TO THE POINT WHEREIN THEY ARE USELESS – NEITHER THIS OR THAT – THIS IS ALLAH’S (SWT) DEFINITION OF A NIGGER. 

HE HAS NO THOUGHT OF HIS OWN. HE SITS THERE UNTIL YOU TELL HIM TO DO SOMETHING AND DOESN’T MOVE UNTIL YOU TELL HIM TO DO SOMETHING ELSE. HE IS DEVOID OF AMBITION.

SISTERS, WE ARE CREATED TO BE THE BLACKMAN’S HELPMATE. ONLY WE CAN HELP HIM OUT OF THIS CONDITION, WITH THE HELP OF ALLAH (SWT). WE ARE PARTLY RESPONSIBLE BECAUSE OF OUR EAGERNESS IN FOLLOWING AFTER THE WAYS OF OUR DEVIL CAUCASIAN SLAVEMISTRESS AND HER FOOLISH DESIRE FOR “EQUAL RIGHTS” WITH THE SLAVEMASTER.

IGNORANTLY, WE ABANDONED OUR BLACKMAN AND OUR COLLECTIVE STRUGGLE FOR EQUAL RIGHTS AND LEFT HIM UTTERLY HELPLESS AND ALONE. NOW, ONLY WE, WITH THE HELP OF OUR SAVIOUR, ARE EQUIPPED TO LIFT HIM UP OUT OF THE MUD OF DEPENDENCY AND PUT HIM ON THE ROAD TO SELF-SUFFICIENCY AND INDEPENDENCE!!!

UP! YOU MIGHTY BLACK NATION! YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH WHAT YOU WILL!!!

THE BLACK NATION HAS A FUTURE OF UNLIMITED PROGRESS!!!

WE MUST DO SOMETHING FOR OURSELVES!!!

WE MUST THINK OF OUR CHILDREN.

THEY ARE OUR FUTURE.

BE FIRM, SISTER. IF HE IS ABLE TO WORK YOU MAY HAVE TO PUSH HIM OUT THE NEST AND FORCE HIM TO STAND ON HIS OWN TWO STRONG LEGS THAT ALLAH GAVE HIM WHICH HE’S NOT PUTTING TO USE. SUPPORT HIM EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. ENCOURAGE HIM, CONSTANTLY. HE NEEDS THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE YOU CAN GIVE HIM. EDUCATE YOURSELF ON HIS GREATNESS. HE IS ALLAH (GOD). REMIND HIM THAT HE HAS SEVEN AND ONE-HALF OUNCES OF BRAIN WHILE THE SLAVEMASTER ONLY HAS SIX. TELL HIM TO STUDY THE WAYS OF THE SLAVEMASTER. HE IS SUCCESSFUL. WHY? HE IS UNITED. ENCOURAGE HIM TO POOL HIS RESOURCES WITH HIS BROTHERS AND GO INTO BUSINESS TOGETHER AND UNITE WITH LIKE-MINDED PROGRESSIVE BLACKMEN INSTEAD OF PREPARING A RESUME. PREPARE A BUSINESS PLAN. ENCOURAGE HIM TO ENCOURAGE HIS BLACK BROTHERS TO TAKE SOME INITIATIVE.

SOMETIMES, ALL HE NEEDS IS A LITTLE ENCOURAGEMENT. THAT’S WHERE WE COME IN, SISTERS!!! UNFORTUNATELY, TOUGH LOVE CAN BE TOUGHER FOR YOU THAN HIM. BUT IT’S ONLY TOUGH IN THE BEGINNING. IT WILL BE BETTER FOR HIM AND YOU IN THE LONG RUN. TREAT HIM WITH TLC. GENTLY REMIND HIM THAT ALLAH BLESSES THOSE WHO HELP THEMSELVES. YOU HAVE TO ENCOURAGE AND SUPPORT HIM IN TAKING A LEAP OF FAITH. TELL HIM HE IS GOD OF THE UNIVERSE AND HE IS CAPABLE OF ACCOMPLISHING ANYTHING HIS MIND CAN CONCEIVE – ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!! JUST DO IT!!!!!!

Tell him it is better and more profitable to work for yourself with only your own self-imposed limitations or illimitations, relying on himself and not forces outside of his control for his livelihood. He will never have to worry about receiving a pink slip for no reason, if he works for himself. He will reap the benefits of his labor and brainpower and not some slavemaster. He can bring home money EVERYDAY instead of making a check stretch for two weeks.

IN RETURN, HE WILL LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU AND YOU WILL FEEL MORE SECURE ABOUT HIS LOYALTY BECAUSE YOU ARE THE REASON FOR HIS SUCCESS AND HE WON’T LEAVE YOU. YOU WON’T LIVE IN THE CONSTANT FEAR OF HIM LEAVING YOU FOR A MORE SUCCESSFUL SISTER.

IN THE MOST HOLY AND RIGHTEOUS NAME OF ALLAH,
MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD,
TO WHOM BE PRAISED FOREVER,

LET’S GO TO WORK!!!
AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM!!!
Your Sister,
~ LOVE ALLAH ❤

ATL

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters! 😀

My blog has changed so much, Al Hamdulillah! The Blackman has more powerful brains than the Blackwoman because he was created to rule! There was a time when I used to get really upset when I found out about a Brother visiting my website. frfr I used to send them messages and tell them my blog is just for Black women and girls and don’t visit unless you are a single father of a girl. But my website is mostly Islam and Brothers need it more than the Sisters. So, I’m not trippin’ anymore. 🙂

So anyway, Brothers and Sisters.

I’m in Atlanta. Things went EXTREMELY different than how I had planned. But as the Holy Qur’an says, “We plan and Allah Plans. Surely Allah is THE BEST OF PLANNERS!”

My living situation in L.A. was not conducive to my spiritual growth. Don’t get me wrong. I loved my roommates much. Paul, Shaun, Mr. Turner, Mr. Willie, Janine, Jaiy were all cool. Even the devil was tolerable (believe it or not, but Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are due forever, lived with devils so I gave it a try and was successful) but I’m a Muslimah and living with men is not healthy to my spirit. So, I planned to move in June. I was just going to get my own apartment. Allah Blesses the child who has her own, The Messenger (PBUH) Taught. But I really hate living alone. It’s so BORING!!! Even with all the challenges that come with having roommates. I would rather do that than live alone.

Life is proving to me what Allah’s Purpose is for me, at least until I marry Amad-Jamal, My Honey-Stick! ❤ ❤ ❤

I call myself, “Sojourner Love” 🙂  My hateful Aunt used to call me Boll Weevil mockingly. I used to hate that! In fact, I used to hate alot of stuff she used to do. But my biological family is disgraceful and I hate them… Anyway, Gods move around. We don’t stay in one place for too long. You start to decay and soon you’ll be “stinkin’” LOL as they say in ATL.

So, I’ve been wanting to come to Atlanta since the nineties when Freaknic was crackin’ but I didn’t have the courage to travel like I have now back then. I had my daughter too, now that I think about it. I wasn’t ready.

Then last January (2015), I had planned to come, but when I got to the Greyhound Station, Allah (SWT) Instructed me to go to Vegas instead.

Then I was going to go again, but Allah Told me to got to New Orleans instead. ❤

Then when I came home, I thought I was going to be in L.A. for awhile, at least I didn’t know I was going to be leaving town so quickly. But, I’m learning that Allah (swt) is rather spontaneous. And He Doesn’t Give Me A lot of time to change my mind or think too hard about what He Instructs Me To Do.

So instead of finding my own apartment, in L.A. at least, He Told Me, Since I’m moving anyway, I might as well come to Atlanta.

So here I am!!!!

It’s difficult being a “wayfarer” as the Holy Qur’an calls us. You are completely dependent on Allah. I had planned to stay in a shelter because rent and hotels can drain your bank account in a couple of weeks.

But when I alighted Allah Had Other Plans.

I spent the first couple of days trying to find permanent shelter.

I was going to go to a shelter as soon as I arrived, but one of the cab drivers insisted that I go to the Mosque. I agreed because Muslims are “supposed” to take care of visiting Muslims. But the first one I went to was built by hypocrites and they are nauseating because Allah Has blinded them to the fact that they are hypocrites, so I just shine them on.

If Allah leaves them in their inordinacy; there is nothing I can do for them. I just try and save myself from their deception, which is all I can do.

Then I went to another Masjid in Five Points, (which is the Hot Spot in Atl as far as Black people are concerned) and there’s an African Imports Store, for lack of a better term, right next door. The Masjid was closed when I arrived, so I went into the store, and would you know that the proprietor told me Muhammad from Taj Mahal on Crenshaw is his uncle!!! SMALL WORLD.

I bought some cocoa butter, black soap and oils, but the oils were watered down. 😦 I’m going to tell him about that, because people who buy oils can tell and it cuts out on his business AND makes him look bad which is bad for their whole family.

So, I was kind of FORCED to go to the non-Muslim shelter, but they told me the shelter was full!!! So, now, I’m really destitute, and when you’re homeless, your constant thought is where am I going to spend the night??? It’s cool until about 3 am (if your nocturnal like I am. But around 3 you need to be indoors, everything is closed and danger lurks) So, I’m heavily thinking about my next move and I decide my best bet would be to go back downtown where it is more densely populated. And a young Brother had told me where I could find a cheap hotel.

But I had seen downtown from a distance, and it reminded me of New Orleans so much, but bigger. Something about New Orleans is spooky. It’s like there’s an evil spirit over the whole city. And I got the same feeling here in Atlanta. It looks deserted. Like a ghost town.

So, I looked in the direction of downtown and I got a chill but My Saviour, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Told Me, “ME, AND ME ALONE, SHOULD YOU FEAR.” So, I took a deep breath and with no fear began my descent into Hell.

So, I was walking toward downtown when, like a mirage, I saw an oasis in the middle of the desert. Up above all the other buildings, I saw a minaret reaching toward the sky. I couldn’t believe it at first, because I had had a similar experience in NOLA and it turned out to be a church. But as I neared, to my astonishment, it turned out to be the most beautiful Masjid I had ever seen.

With trepidation, I didn’t go in the main entrance. I like to check out new buildings before just entering. So, I took a roundabout way in. They had a school, which was a good omen. But I was still hesitant. Going to a new mosque can be intimidating. It would be nice to have an escort or some sort of person to show you around, but I’ve been to A LOT of Masjids in different states, so I feel comfortable, but I was still a little hesitant.

So, slowly I walked near, but I was unstable in my steps, and from behind me a young Brother from across the waters, shows up from nowhere, and picks up my luggage, carries it down and then up the stairs and points me in the direction of the Sisters’ entrance. Al Hamdulillah!!!

So, I go in, remove my shoes and sit down in the first room I encountered. There was a rack with silk brocade sheets dividing the men from the women, but you could still see through and I felt very uncomfortable, but I had no where else to go, so I tried to make the best of a bad situation.

Then someone started calling the Adhan and this Brother comes and opens the curtain completely. I was embarrassed, and ashamed. Brothers are not supposed to see the Sisters and I felt so cheap. That was my first red flag that this mosque was just beautiful on the outside.

There was a sign that said, “Sisters Upstairs” but I couldn’t find any stairs leading upstairs. and no one bothered to show me. But Al Hamdulillah, I found an elevator.

The Sisters Prayer Room was beautiful. I’ve read in the comments section online about this masjid that it could be the most beautiful Masjid in America!

Coincidentally, my first day in town, was the first day of Ramadan. So, after awhile the Mosque was filled to capacity. But not until I had had a time to clear my head and relax. AND FREE DINNER WAS GUARANTEED FOR A MONTH!!! AL HAMDULILLAH!!!

I saw a Sister lay down and go to sleep, so I thought MAYBE, I could spend the night here. But, the hypocrites had infiltrated this Mosque too and though the Ramadan Service ended at midnight (which was fortunate for me because the Sun would be up in a few hours), I layed down, hoping they would see my need and allow me to spend the night. I wasn’t going to beg. They love that.

People take advantage of people in need. I call them predators who prey on the poor. Our Savior, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Calls them , “The Bloodsuckers of the Poor.” And it’s true. They don’t want to help you unless they can get something out of you. Especially being a woman. I’ve had so many ignorant men try to make me their hoe. They just don’t know. It makes me stronger.

But this hypocrite woman, came shaking me, “Sister, Sister!!! You can’t spend the night here!” “You gotta go!“

So, deliberately taking my time, I gather my luggage. They turn off the lights, then this Brother from Africa (who was just as evil) comes in with a flashlight.

The Sister followed me after I managed to give the African the slip, and made sure I left.

But ALLAH IS THE BEST PLANNER!!!!

I managed to give HER the slip too! Al Hamdulillah! Allah Provided Me With A Space that was bigger than the room I had in L.A. LOL!!!!!! ALLAHU AKBAR!!!!

I went to the Masjid again and the Sister comes up to me, “Sister, did you get some dinner the other night? Do you want me to bring you a plate?”

I looked at her incredulously. But this is the behaviour of hypocrites that I have become accustomed to. I said, “Don’t come up acting all friendly like I don’t remember how you treated me the other night.“

“Oh Sister, it’s against the rules for Sisters to sleep in the Mosque!“

“Well, it’s a stupid rule.“

“I didn’t make the rules.“

“Well, you’re enforcing them. Where I come from visiting Muslims are allowed to sleep in the Masjid.“

“Well, we don’t do that here.“

“I know because ya’ll are hypocrites. What would Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) do? Would he throw a Muslim out of the Masjid to sleep on the street?“

“Sisters aren’t allowed to sleep in the Mosque.”

“Didn’t Aisha (Prophet Muhammad’s (PBUH) wife) sleep in the Mosque? Didn’t Mary, the Mother of Jesus, sleep in the Mosque?“

“Well, you’re not Mary.”

“I say, ‘La illah illah llah’ (THERE IS NO GOD BUT ALLAH!) just like Mary.“

She walked away then and took a seat.

Some people hate to see you win.

But Allah is The Best Knower.

And He is sufficient for me.

So, my spot is cool and I start getting really comfortable. TOO comfortable. LOL

The third day, I’m moving my stuff in. Knowing I’m not supposed to start unpacking, but sometimes I get impulsive. So, I’m reorganizing my stuff and this wheelchair rolls up. I froze. Hoping he would just roll out. But he wheeled in more and I thought, “I’m dead.” All I could think about was where am I going to sleep??

The Brother turned out to be so cool.

He told me he had slept there too. LOL, but if the Imam found out (and the Imam told him to tell him to tell anybody he found sleeping there to come to him!) he wouldn’t be so kind.

He didn’t tell me he would tell the Imam, but he didn’t say he wouldn’t. Yet and still, I had a little time, and I was not about to go and beg the Imam, who I thought I knew and I didn’t know whether he would say yes or no, but I figured not saying anything would be better than going to him and him making me leave. So, I took my chances, but being homeless is kind of like being a fugitive slave. You cannot compromise the secrecy of your hiding place. And even though he was cool as hell, I can’t afford to trust anybody these days.

So, I moved my location, just for my peace of mind. I didn’t want them finding me and telling me I had to leave. So, I just wasn’t going to be there. I learned that from dealing with the police. You gotta catch me first.

The next day, I went to one of the homeless resource centers and asked about shelters out of pure desperation, because I had heard another Muslim Sister say she had just asked and they told her all the shelters were full. But she is a Sunni and not good friends with Master Fard Muhammad, The True and Living God, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, like I am, and the front desk told me that a shelter had just called and said they had ONE BED!!!!! AL HAMDULILLAH!!!!!!!!

So, Al Hamdulillah! I have shelter.

I cannot tell you the weight that has been lifted off my shoulders. Allahu Akbar.

Today, I just did some sightseeing. I’m posting updates of my adventures on Facebook. Periscope sucks. Facebook Rocks. LIVE VIDEOS ON DECK!!!!! Friend me. They won’t let me change my name to the name my Husband gave me LOVE ALLAH, because somebody hacked my account in 2009 and they had to do an executive name change at their headquarters. I had to send them a copy of my I.D. just to get them to change it back!!! So now, I can’t change my name. Search LATIFAH ALLAH. I’m the only one on Facebook!!!!!
❤ ❤ ❤

The Devil’s Punchbowl

Bismillah

 

Every day I find out something that makes me hate the whiteman even more.

These were the troops (Union) that we’re supposedly freeing the slaves. Ended up killing twenty thousand of those newly “freed.”

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People mostly associate the term “Concentration Camp” with Nazi Germany but historians say they also existed in America.

During the Civil War Union Army officers in Natchez, Mississippi forced tens of thousands of freed slaves into camps built in what’s known as “The Devil’s Punchbowl”, local researcher, Paula Westbrook recounted.

Historians estimate that in one year following the Union troops’ arrival in Natchez, up to 20,000 freed slaves died in concentration camps.

“When the slaves were released from the plantations during the occupation they overran Natchez. And the population went from about 10,000 to 120,000 overnight,” Westbrook said. Her research included searching through Adams County Sheriff’s reports from the time.

“So they decided to build an encampment for them at Devil’s Punchbowl which they walled off and wouldn’t let them out,” Don Estes, former director of the Natchez City Cemetery, said.

Estes said that during his studies he learned that Union troops ordered newly freed but recaptured black men to perform hard labor. Women and children were all but left to die in the three “punchbowls”.

“Disease broke out among them. Smallpox being the main one. And thousands and thousands died. They were begging to get out. ‘Turn me loose and I’ll go home back to the plantation!’ Anywhere but there’,” Estes said.

“But they wouldn’t let ’em out,” Estes said.

Westbrook adds that, “The union army did not allow them to remove the bodies from the camp. They just gave ’em shovels and said bury ’em where they drop.”

WJTV NEWS CHANNEL 12 photographers would have liked to show viewers more of the terrain but it’s just too thick with plant life to get through. The bluffs are also straight down – so not only is it dangerous to navigate, it’s mysterious.

“It’s a bed of alligators and snakes,” Westbrook said.

“Then you come on up the bluffs, the washing away bluffs, and there’s the devil’s punchbowl that has so many people that no one knows how they got killed or when,” Estes said.

“And they’re still down there. Wasted,” Estes said.

“And even to this day they talk about wild peach trees that come up down there but no one in Natchez will eat ’em because they know what the fertilizer was,” Westbrook said.

Even now locals might discover old skeletal remains after flooding on the Mississippi River.

Repeat

Bismillah

Jamal needs me.

I was put here for him.

But I hurt him.

So, he’s making me wait.

I’m going to

Be

Lonely

Until he comes back to me.

Suicide would be easier.

Pills would be painless.

*****

Pills would be Paradise.

Twice as nice.

This time sleep.

Grim reap

Not so slim

Not so only because of him

Tired

Fulfilled

Life’s mission complete.

As far as Black People

Jamal?

Well, not all

Life’s missions complete

Maybe someday

Somebody will Repeat..

And Get It Right

 

 

360 Degrees

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

As-Salaamu-Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Sisters and Brothers!!!

March 2016, this month, makes ten years since I converted to Islam.

It has not been without its lows.

Allah Tests us so that we can see where our strengths and weaknesses lie.

For the first several years, all I focused on was bettering myself and grounding myself in the Knowledge of The Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessing of Allah Forever Be a Upon Him). All I cared about was Truth, Freedom, Justice, Equality, Righteousness and Peace.

Then one day, one of my Facebook friends invited me to join her group. There I was faced with realities and truths that had not entered my mind since I converted – LOVE.

I wondered how, in the midst of all these noble virtues (Truth, Freedom, Justice, etc.), could I have forgotten one as imperative yet as basic and fundamental as Love?

Surely, Love is more important than Peace!

That is where I made my mistake.

If love was greater than peace, Allah Would Have made His way of life – the religion of Love and not of Peace.

I had been at complete Peace since I converted to Islam in 2006, but conforming to the popular opinion of this society that love is greater than peace brought about my downfall.

I began listening to love songs.

Knowing full well that The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace of Allah be upon him) taught the M.G.T & G.C.C. (Muslim Girls’ Training and General Civilization Class – the name given to the training of Black Muslim Women and Girls in North America) not to.

I had to justify it (which should have been my first sign that I was doing wrong) by convincing myself that it was my soulmate communicating with me.

I went crazy from there.

And by October 21, 2014, I had lost everything.

I didn’t make it to my tenth year in perfection.

I feel horrible. I was the PERFECT MUSLIM. I let everybody down. So many people looked up to me and admired me.

I still know the Truth and am thankful for that but my image has been tarnished and it is going to take refinement that can only come from Our Saviour Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are due forever,to return me to my former state or better.

I try not to dwell on it.

Allah Didn’t let me commit suicide when I attempted at my lowest low so I know He’s Not Finished with me yet.

I have supernatural powers that can sometime make life scary but I know that as long as I hold on to the handle that will not break off, I will be alright.

(Holy Quran 2:256)