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So set thy face for religion, being upright, THE NATURE MADE BY ALLAH IN WHICH HE HAS CREATED MEN. There is no altering Allah’s creation. That is the right religion (ISLAM) – but most people know not.
Turning to Him; and keep your duty to Him, and keep up prayer and be not of the polytheists (believing in three gods)…
HOLY QUR-AN 30:41-47
Corruption has appeared in the land and the sea on account of that which men’s hands have wrought, that He may make them taste a part of that which they have done, so that they may return.
Say: Travel in the land, then see what was the end of those before! Most of them were polytheists.
Then set thyself, being upright, to THE RIGHT RELIGION(ISLAM) before there come from Allah the day which cannot be averted: on that day they will be separated (BLACK from white).
Whoever disbelieves will be responsible for his disbelief; and whoever does good, such prepare (good) for their own souls,
That He may reward out of His grace those who believe and do good. Surely He loves not the disbelievers.
And of His signs is this, that He sends forth the winds bearing good news, and that He may make you taste of His mercy, and that the ships may glide by His command, and that you may seek of His grace, and that you may be grateful.
And certainly We sent before thee messengers to their people, so they came to them with clear arguments, then We punished those who were guilty. And to help believers is ever incumbent on Us.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters & Brothers
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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers
So, I just got back from a live episode of Frazier.
I red in the paper about an event called “Words and Music 2015” So, you know the first thing I associate the title with is Jilly’s debut album, right? Wrong?
First thing that should’ve tipped me off to what lay in store for the afternoon was when I walked out onto the sidewalk and found myself swimming upstream in a sea of Saints fans, heading towards the Superdome.
This continued for the next three blocks (dwindling) until I made a right on Canal.
It was raining lightly and I rather enjoyed the walk.
A Brother gave me directions (practically escorting me) to the hotel where the event was being held. I’ve been here two months and am starting to feel more like a tourist than when I first arrived.
I was only a handful of Black people who were not servicing the devils.
#dtno is like walking into a nail shop wherein if you stand in the front all you see are Korean faces. But if you stand in the back all you see are Black faces.
So, I felt obligated to tip him one of four dollars I had panhandled the other day.
I was at the Greyhound station where I stop to freshen up and had decided to wait for this Brother who had gone in the bathroom to roll one.
So, I’m just there like, what? So, I was asking the sundry Black people who happened by to buy me some ice cream. No one did, so then this guy who looked like a devil hippie “Shaggy” type backtracks passing by and Allah (swt) Told me to ask him.
Now, I never ask devils for shit, but sometimes it’s hard to tell, so I submitted.
He gave a common reply that I’ve heard a lot in NOLA but never in L.A. “For what?” I thought I would try him out and said, “Um, 400 years of Slavery?” He started mumbling something incomprehensible but also started digging in his wallet and handed me $4.00. #symbolic #getit? #4
Anyway, I gave the Brother who escorted me to the hotel a dollar. I wanted to give him all of it (sometimes I give charity to my own detriment), but I kept thinking, “I break fast later” and all I had to eat were 2 apples and I want to give those to Hisaan. I thought I might want to buy something later so I kept the three (3).
So, I get to the hotel and a Sister I had just passed in a convenience store was getting in the elevator. I asked her if she was going to the Words and Music thing. She said, “No,” so I went to the hotel concierge. There was a line and one of the counterpersons asked if she could help me.
I told her where I was trying to go. She directed me me to some stairs that would take me to the mezzanine level. Now, deep down I knew that the mezz is like an in-between floors floor, but I can’t get this racism out of my head (and she was Asian!) So, I go check the elevator and cheah, you had to take the stairs. Doh! But still.
I go up the stairs and there’s this devil right there sitting on his suitcase or something, like he was waiting for something or somebody.
We eye each other warily. When I reach the top there’s a covered table with nothing on it, but a hotel memo pad and a pen.
She told me that that was where I was supposed to register, but there was nobody there. And, just the pad and a pen on the table. So, I’m like “Okay….”
Then I look left and see a room with books on tables. And, stuffy. old. devils.
You know that song, “Fly in the buttermilk, shoo fly, shoo” was written for Black people in the predicament I had just walked in.
But, the event was called, “Words and Music” and that’s me to the core, so I didn’t turn tail, which was probably what the two artsy Sisters I had passed on the way there had done.
The devils probably figured I was “new around these parts” and wasn’t scared of devils like the local so-called Negroes. They were right on both counts.
Everytime I’m talking to some Black people, well not every time, but a lot of times, when a devil appears, they run.
Well, my teacher, Allah (God) Taught me to RESIST the devil and HE would flee from me!!!
So, I glanced at the books and took note of the remnants of a meal they had served earlier. I was fasting, so I couldn’t have eaten if I had been there anyway. Not to mention the penalty for eating with Christians.
So, then I entered the main suite. Here, there were preppy college-aged devils intermingling with Frazier and his nursing home homies.
I took a seat but soon noticed that it looked like they had already wrapped. I asked Gidget “Is it over. Am I late?” She replied, “This session. But there’ll be another panel.” So, then I decided I needed an itinerary.
Frazier dug one up and I learned I had crashed some stuck-up literary society’s annual convention and awards gathering.
Nevertheless, I thumbed through the program and discovered the next symposium was entitled:
THE AESTHETICS OF LITERATURE – The Art Of The Personal Narrative
In other words, MEMOIRS!!!!!
Perfect for my blog!
I was thinking, they can’t teach me anything I don’t already know, but didn’t have anything to do, so I stayed. But to my chagrin, one of the panelists was gay and another a feminist.
I walked out three times before I left for good. I knew everything already but I did learn a few terminologies and was able to use the phone on one of my walkouts to inquire about a place. So, I guess the afternoon wasn’t a total failure.
I might’ve stayed if I didn’t feel like the entire charade was being played out for my benefit – the lone so-called American Negro and a Muslimah! LOL GTFOH
So, on the way “home,” I stopped at Mickey D’s for the dollar menu, which apparently NOLA tourists are too entrenched in money to warrant even an offering and the Filet o’ Fish was $3.67 or some equally exorbitant figure for a McDonalds sandwich.
Zawji told me not to go in at all. #prostitution and I think the Sister at the hotel may have been one too. 😥 😥 😥
I was ready to leave New Orleans by the time I got “home” but the next day, I woke up refreshed like I had inhaled a breath of fresh hot air #FYAH!!!!!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers!
New Orleans is outta control. They call it Raw-lins’ And I can bear witness, it gets pretty Raw out here.
Anyway, I left work on Friday. I can’t remember what I did.
Saturday, I made a garment – completely hand sewn, with material donated by The Hyatt Regency, courtesy of a Violet table cloth I happened to pass by.
Look, they built that hotel on my land. Everything in it is mine. They are the ones trespassing.
Anyway. Thanks for the iron, too.
I didn’t go anywhere all day. I’ve been like that out here. I go out on weekdays, but the past few weekends, I’ve stayed “home” all day. Both days. I just don’t feel like going anywhere. But weekdays I’m gone all day. I don’t know why. I just go by what Allah (God) Tells me to do. That’s why they can’t catch me. Unless I let them.
I’ve been eating so good. Zawji is such a good provider. I call him Razzaq, which is Allah’s (God) Attribute of Provider.
St. Somebody or other had their Homecoming Dance at the hotel. And I got so regretful and penitent remembering how my Zawji had begged me to go to his Homecoming, but my parents were so strict you would have thought they were Muslims.
I couldn’t go nowhere in High School. Not Homecoming, night dances, Ultra Wave, parties. NATHAN! They reluctantly let me go to Prom. No fanfare. Now, I wish they hadn’t.
Anyway, why did some little fast ass girl let this little Brother bring her right next to the HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT, AND THEY START JUKIN’!!!!!!!!! #nolaslang
You know me. I do not condone fornication under any circumstances. So, I started making ALL KINDA noise. So, they would know that they were not alone! Why did they keep going?
So, then I said something. TWICE!!! I forgot what I said now, but they KEPT GOING. Lil’ freaks.
So, then I was like, “Next time, make him get you a ROOM!“
She must’ve felt cheap then, because they were gone in ten seconds.
Then later another couple came by – COMPLETELY DIFFERENT than the first. They sounded like me and Zawji. We were married at birth. The Holy Qur-an calls it two parts of the same soul. Nafis in Arabic.
Anyway, it was obvious he respected his wife because he said, “Hello? Hello?” to make sure no one was there. I didn’t say nothing and just let them make love. It was cool too because there was other noise in the hotel and I didn’t even know when they had finished. He sounded like he had some money in his pocket too, or some jewelry or something though.
I ended up crying thinking how different my life would have been…….. 😥 Ididn’tevenask…… 😥 😥 😥
So, every now and again I come across a pair of shoes. They’re always in fairly good condition. But, I love my Chucks. So, I always pass on them. I don’t need more than one pair of shoes.
But there’s been a pair of black sneaks right outside the hotel for at least a week. They might have been there before I went to the hospital. Nobody has taken them. Zawji told me they were for me. And I thought a thousand people probably (wait, I did go somewhere on Saturday. That was the day the Pelicans played the Golden State Warriors. Zawji wanted to go up there, so we went. I found two umbrellas. Kept the best one and tried to sell the other one. But everybody was pissed because Cali came out on top. I should’ve played up the color RED. Everybody had on red last night. They lost anyway. But if you’re gonna lose, at least look good.
Black people look so good in red. Especially our children.
I couldn’t lose because I live in New Orleans, but I’m from California. 😛 I think I was a little bit happier because The WARRIORS WON tho’ AGAIN!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ #worldchamps 😀 😀 #CALIFORNIA ❤
Anyway, I met a Sister and ended up giving her the umbrella.
If anybody knows a Black Dentist in New Orleans, please comment with his/her information. I prefer a female. Thanks!
So anyway, I thought 10,000 people probably passed those sneakers tonight, but ZAWJI KNOWS BEST.
So, no sooner had I put them down in the Hideout than I noticed something jump out. It was a tawny brown and, at first glance, I thought it was a cricket. I’m from L.A. and even those are rare, but it was the first association I had. But, when I looked closer, I saw it was a little frog! With huge black eyes.
I played with it for a minute, then it hopped somewhere close to my stuff and I thought, “I can’t have you hidin’ out somewhere in the hideout.” I didn’t know his name yet. Zawji told me later, it’s Hopper.
So, I ended up putting it in a container and now I have a pet frog. Let me see if I can find a picture on Google. Okay, I can’t find a picture and it’s just as well, because it died last night. I tried to feed it a fruit fly but I couldn’t get it to eat. I should’ve let him go as soon as I thought about it. 😥 RIP Hopper ❤ ❤ ❤
I hate to say it but I learned, while eavesdropping on a devils’ tour of Congo Square, that according to them, Congo Square is where the devils dropped off their slaves while they went cavorting in the French Quarter.
The slaves tell it like they went there voluntarily.
Two sides to every story.
I also hate to say it but I LOVE Jazz musician funerals. Probably because I’ve never known either of them personally. But the MUSIC!
I went to Uncle Smokey’s wake staying outside for the most part because Muslims can get in BIG Trouble for going to a Christian funeral or wedding or even eating and drinking with them.
We are not allowed to socialize with Christians at all. The Holy Qur-an warns us that they will not stop trying to revert us back to their dirty religion importunately and incessantly.
I was able to tell one of Branford’s Doppels to tell Wynton about How To Eat To Live and had a ball singing my heart out to a Brass Band. It was the first time really. I loved it.
I finally admitted this morning that the music of New Orleans is the Dixieland Jazz they play in cartoons all the time. I remember one about a flea circus. But it sounds so much better now! LOL
What do kids know? 😉
If I could convince one of these jazz bands to let me sing with them…. YA’LL JUST DON’T KNOW!!!!!! I would blow your mind! But I have to get approval from the King first. I was BORN to do this. Well, I enjoy it immensely. 😀
I was born to teach the good news to my Brothers and Sisters who have never heard it. And pray Allah opens their eyes, ears and hearts.
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
In the Name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Most Merciful
And (We sent) Lot, when he said to his people: Surely you are guilty of an abomination which none of the nations has done before you. (HOLY QUR-AN 29:28)
Homosexuality originated with the people of Prophet Lut (Lot) – Sodom and Gomorrah.
They were completely destroyed for their wickedness.
The United States of America is far worse than the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah because they could only practice this evil. They did not have the scientific capabilities of turning a man into a “woman,” and vice versa that America has.
Is not America deserving of a fate worse than that which befell the people of Sodom and Gomorrah???
READ MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA.
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