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Like Jack in the Box, BK is one of those places that I think are, if not okay, are better than other fast food establishments. They sell onion rings. That alone tells you they are better.
Anyway, one day, my sister drove me and my Habibi ❤ ❤ ❤ to Burger King and he asked her if he could borrow some money to buy us something to eat.
She did but that’s when the levees broke and it seemed like every time we ran into somebody he knew, they said, “Hey man, don’t you owe me some money?”
I was embarrassed but not to the point to leave him. Now, I know that is just what they were trying to make me do. People ALWAYS TRY TO BREAK US UP. It won’t work though. What Allah (God) Has Joined Together Let No Man Put Asunder.
So anyway, My hubby didn’t have enough money to catch the bus, then again maybe he did but just wanted to hold my hand and show me stuff like he used to do in fourth grade.
I knew he played tennis, but I was intimidated by this one girl when he took me to the courts on campus. And, I had never been to the park where he plays. So, I’ve yet to see him play.
I had these cute tennis dresses from the Seventies when I was in college, so I took a tennis class. So, I could learn how to play with my Habibi ❤ ❤ ❤ I always took some type of physical education class throughout my school years (aerobics, weight training, tennis, etc. I’ve always been athletic. I even taught an aerobics class. “Disco-Cardio” LOL #donna ❤ ❤ ❤ )
But my tennis instructor was this devil and she was hating on me. She would never let us play! All we did was learn how to keep score. Who cares about the score?? Do you see this dress?? 😉
I did manage to learn how to serve which is the best part. Venus and Serena know how to do it! #gottagrunt 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤
Sometimes I call myself, SABRINA, it’s based on an Arabic word that I need much more of: SABR. (Patience) It makes me feel like a “Williams” SISTER too. 😉
Sometimes I call myself, SERENA too. That’s based on a Latin word for Siren (a female singer that lives in the ocean, whose melody signals “that which is certain.” 😥 )
In case you haven’t noticed, I have an intense interest in languages. Sometimes I go through psychotic issues wherein it is difficult for me to express myself. I might not speak at all. So, I have always been interested in languages. It helps. Particularly American Sign Language (ASL).
Body Language speaks more truthfully than spoken language. (You know what they say…… 😉 ) I took a Psychology class in college and we learned about that. It’s very interesting. Notice how a person positions themselves when they are sitting down talking to you. Are they facing you with rapt attention? Or are they turned away? Body Language tells you how a person really feels.
Anyway, I don’t care about the score, I just want to hit the ball back and forth with my husband. Me and Hakim used to play at Ted Watkins. That was fun!!!!!!! I had on my garments too!
(I have a picture of me running in my garments, but facebook doesn’t allow you to search pictures and I have like 725 photos to go through. 🙂 )
You don’t have to wear skimpy garments to work out, Sisters. In fact, you should not, unless, you are somewhere private. I also wouldn’t recommend participating in Zumba classes where men are present.
Anyway, while we were walking down La Cienega, My Habibi ❤ ❤ ❤ pointed out a store called “THE MERCHANT OF TENNIS.” I never forgot that. Probably because of the play on the Shakesperean play. (pun intended 😉 )
This is one of my most favorite chapters in the entire Bible. We have been taught the Bible by people that guessed at its meaning. So, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Raised Up ONE From Among Us, In Answer To Abraham and Ishmael’s Prayer, To Teach Us The Knowledge And The Wisdom Of The Book.
He Taught Us that Verse Four Refers to Our Saviour, LAUGHING at the attempts of the devil to avoid his execution. He (the devil Caucasian) may as well go and commit suicide! There is NO WAY HE CAN WIN AGAINST THE GOD, ALLAH AND THE RIGHTEOUS NATION OF ISLAM (BLACK NATION).
THEY ALWAYS MOCK AND RIDICULE THE PROPHETS OF ALLAH (GOD) BUT THE REJECTORS HAVE NEVER BEEN SUCCESSFUL AGAINST ALLAH AND HIS APOSTLE.
ASK THE PEOPLE OF NOAH, THE PEOPLE OF LOT, THE PEOPLE OF SHU’AIB, THE PEOPLE OF HUD, THE PEOPLE OF MOSES, THE PEOPLE OF SALIH.
THERE IS NO TRACE OF THEM.
I included the entire chapter because I know how you are. You want to see it in context, Right? 😉
When you have been taught the Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding of the Book, YOU KNOW, when the scripture refers to the Son of God, it is not talking about Jesus of 2,000 years ago, as the Christians would have us to believe.
As The Holy Qur-an teaches in Chapter 19 – MARYAM
19:88 And they say: The Beneficent has taken to Himself a son.
19:89 Certainly you make an abominable assertion!
19:90 The heavens may almost be rent thereat, and the earth cleave asunder, and the mountains fall down in pieces,
19:91 That they ascribe a son to the Beneficent!
19:92 And it is not worthy of the Beneficent that He should take to Himself a son.
19:93 There is none in the heavens and the earth but comes to the Beneficent as a servant.
Psalms Chapter Two, when it refers to a “son of God” IS REALLY REFERRING TO HIS FIRST BEGOTTON OF HIS CHOSEN PEOPLE IN THE HELLS OF NORTH AMERICA – HIS LAST AND GREATEST MESSENGER, THE HONOURABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD (MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH BE UPON HIM)
In Truth, the entire Bible is referring to the so-called American Negroes. WE ARE THE LOST SHEEP – Lost from our Home, Land and People for 400 years. They didn’t know where we were until a few years ago.
ALLAH IS THE BEST KNOWER.
WE WILL HAVE THE LAST LAUGH!
الله أكبر
ALLAH IS THE GREATEST!!!
ALLAHU AKBAR!!!
1 Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his anointed, saying,
3 Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
4He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.
5 Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
6 Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
7 I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
8 Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
9 Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
10 Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
11 Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
So, my parents used to go on vacation every Summer. They would take my little brother, but never me. Probably just to make me feel left out. BITCHES.
So, my sister was in college and I had the house pretty much to myself. Which was cool with me.
My “Best Friends” (They had a rap group which they let me join – “FINESSE” – That’s tight, huh? Sounds French 😉 Hey Habibi ❤ Two of us made a demo, but fought over the tape with our manager and nothing ever became of it. Hey J, E, all we had to do was make copies. Duh. )
Anyway, they worked at Sbarro’s in The Beverly Center, so naturally, I started working there too.
(Greatest Human Beat Box Of All Time #5thelement #RIP)
Both of my groupmates were from the East Coast, where Hip-Hop originated, but one was from NYC and she could freestyle. She would battle the boys AND WIN! I was über impressed.
To give you another example of her skill. We would be at work reciting the lyrics to “Romeo” or some other contemporary rap, and she would go and help a customer and come back and still be in the right part of the song! Her last name was Best. And she was the.
We used to practice and it was hella fun writing rhymes. I hated my rap name though. It had “Lady” in it. I’m not going to say it. #hatedit
Anyway, the first and only rap I ever wrote for just myself was about my Habibi. I gave him a copy but lost mine. I remember the first line, “I Know this Cold-Crush guy. His name’s A.J…..” I talked about how he was “debonair” and all that. But you’ll have to ask him the rest.
So, one day, when my parents were out of town and I had a job at Sbarro’s (Suh-BAR-rows), me and my Hubby were sitting on the Love Seat, listening to Stephanie Mills “feel good all over.” I hated that song too.
People used to talk bad about me. For instance, I used to wear braids and one time I really needed to take them out. I was maybe fourteen and still dependent on my mother for that type of thing. It never occurred to me to just take them out. Probably because I would be stuck with the dilemma, all Black women who are trying to be white, are stuck with. How to straighten my hair.
But my Hubby makes me feel good all over. Whereas other men I dated (or married ) made me feel self-conscious and “less than,” my Hubby made me feel good about everything about my natural self.
He made it okay to have kinky hair. So, now I feel like I’m beautiful, with my front tooth turning black. LOL (Stay OUT the dentists’ chair. He fucked me up.) It’s what’s on the inside that counts. But try telling that to these Brothers hawking and gawking……
I dated a man for almost fifteen years who made me feel like horseshit. He would say, “There’s only five pounds between fat and fine.” And here I am weighing 125 – the perfect weight for a woman according to Allah (God) – feeling inadequate because of this abusive man.
I had always had high self-esteem in the professional, physical and intellectual fields, but when it came to LOVE, I was terribly insecure. I took abuse and it never occurred to me there was something better.
I never noticed I was being abused until I accepted ISLAM. Then, and only then, I realized what TRUE LOVE IS…… And that I had once had it……..
So, I’m with my Habibi, feeling good all over and it’s the BEST feeling I’ve ever felt, I just wasn’t aware of it. But, I knew I didn’t want the magic to end, so when the time came for me to go to work, I had an attitude. And my mother used to always fuss at me when I got an attitude about something. “Stop poking your lip out!” I didn’t even know I was doing it.
But my Habibi, would just make me laugh and everything was alright with the world again. Next thing I know, we’re walking down La Cienega on our way to the Mall. But I wished we were on our way walking back home……
***YOU CAN READ THE BOOK IN ITS ENTIRETY BY CLICKING THE PICTURE ABOVE***
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters & Beloved Black Brothers
My Beloved Brothers and Sisters who are homeless, fed by your room and board or who take advantage of food pantries – Be very careful when accepting food from strangers. Remember whom we live among here in the Wilderness of North America – DEVILS.
These are the very same people who offered the Red Indians blankets, feigning friendship and generosity, while the poor Indians didn’t know that the blankets were infested with syphillis AND the devils were trying to kill them.
These are the very same people who deliberately infected our poor Brothers with the syphillis virus just to experiment on them (kill them).
There are many, many offers for “testing,” “studies” or “research” for pay, Dear Brothers and Sisters. Do not participate in such evil. Many times the effects of such “testing” do not become apparent for several years.
Always remember, Dear Sisters and Brothers, that the white devil Caucasian people were MADE to kill us.
Homeless people, they view as a drain on society anyway. They have to take care of us. Don’t you know it is easier to kill people off than continue to care and provide for them???
Have you ever heard of the eugenics movement? IT IS PROOF THAT THE DEVILS ARE OVERTLY TRYING TO KILL BLACK PEOPLE OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH. The people behind the eugenics movement were responsible for the creation of “Planned Parenthood” just to make it easier for them to kill our babies.
I, myself, got sick one day, downtown, to the point where I thought I was going to die on the floor of the Downtown Women’s Center. Someone had laced my blueberry muffin with arsenic and the only reason I’m not dead is because of Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Forever Due. الله أكبر
A lot of it is also based on our own choices for food, Sisters and Brothers. Read HOW TO EAT TO LIVE and familiarize yourself with the foods that give life as opposed to the foods that take life away.
More recently, when I was living in a Board & Care, everyday someone would drop of boxes and boxesof “snacks.”
We could pick and choose from a variety of “snacks,” two of which were sunflower seeds and pork skins/rinds.
Now, the Bible teaches against the very touching of the swine’s carcass (Deut. 14:8) and anyone with good sense who knows the hog is poison and the filthiest of all creatures in Allah’s (God’s) Universe will stop eating it. But the choice is yours.
With the “snacks,” RIGHT NEXT TO the pork skins is a JUMBO-sized bag of sunflower seeds.
When I met ALLAH (GOD), on a Greyhound Bus coming home from Saviour’s Day in Harlem (2008), HE WAS EATING SUNFLOWER SEEDS!!! I had some too. Mine were shelled. His were not.
There is a significance to to the eating of sunflower seeds with shells. (I have some that I took out of the flower myself. You can read whatever you want into that…..)
The noise made by eating Sunflower Seeds w/ the shells is a weapon of intimidation. Don’t think it’s a coinicidence that RBGs (REAL BLACK GIRLS) ALL OVER THE COUNTRY OF NORTH AMERICA EAT SUNFLOWER SEEDS….. #warriorqueensfrombirth
Furthermore, leaving the shells is also a way of marking your territory.
Since Allah (God) Eats Sunflower Seeds, They Have GOT to be one of the BEST FOODS WE CAN EAT!!!
So, I think we can agree that the devil Caucasians want to kill us but they are cleverly wise and do it in a way so that they will appear innocent.
“SEEDS OR SKINS”
We kill ourselves by the choices of foods we make. Our Beloved Messenger, The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE that “Food is what keeps us here. It is also what takes us away from here.” He reminded us of an old saying that, “You dig your own grave with your teeth.“
When you are in a position to HELP your Brothers and Sisters choose wisely (seeds or skins), Allah (God) Will Bless You Immensely For Your Good Deed. Remove the poison swine’s flesh. You Should Want For Your Sisters and Brothers What You Want For Yourself. الله أكبر
I come across so many people commercializing on that which is detrimental to their Sisters’ and Brothers’ good health and longevity – Especially on Skid Row. You can find alcohol at seven in the morning. Weed. Prostitution. Spice. (Believe me, YOU DO NOT WANT TO KNOW) Crack….. Yes, crack. Still….😥
There are predators preying on the innocent, pandemically, all over Skid Row. I am thankful to Allah for the experience, but more so, for removing me from that vicious microcosm of what is happening all over America; for protecting me while I was down there and allowing me to be an example of a good Muslimah. الحمد لله
Our Beloved Messenger, The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) taught us that, “The foolish buyer is the one to be charged.”
Also the one who doesn’t know how to turn down a poisonous hand-out.
(btw you can copy and paste whatever I write in a “foreign” language into Google Translate.)
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Last Tuesday, I got, from the food pantry, some Rainbow Trout(it was under ten pounds but I couldn’t Google them until just now, and it said that they eat decomposing fish carcasses so, next time, I’m going to pass ) But, I went back on Thursday to see if I could get more fish. This time I got Walnut & Hazelnut Encrusted Salmon. Sounds good, huh?
WRONG.
Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us “No nuts are good for you. One meal of them will take off five years of your life.” Eat seeds instead. (You can even make “seed butter” using sunflower seeds, instead of peanut butter.)
But then, as if the nuts weren’t bad enough. I saw that the salmon were farm-raised. Ewwwww!
Fish must be born, raised, live in and caught in their natural habitat to provide the eater with long-life and good health.
Let me illustrate, more clearly, how hell-bent these devils we live among are on our destruction.
Naturally, it is easier to commercialize on fish by keeping them in a “farm.” But, then there’s the problem of waste removal.
So to combat the problem of waste in their “farms” these devils genetically engineered a certain type of fish specifically for the purpose of disposing of (eating) the waste of the other fish that are being farmed.
But, if that’s not sick enough, then they turn around and sell these genetically engineered scavengersin the market for you and me to BUY and eat!!!
All they care about is money. They have no concern for the harm these “foods” are doing to our lives. THEY WANT TO KILL US, so they put tilapia right next to the farmed salmon, both of which are only good for shortening our lives.
Have you ever wondered why tilapia is so cheap???
Even still, though the salmon was nut-encrusted and farm-raised, I still considered eating it. I know. I know…. I tried to convince myself I could use the protein……
I’m on a tight budget and it WAS salmon, but as I was hungrily eyeing the filets, I noticed in very small print “color added.“
WTF?!?!?!?
(I’m almost scared to ask…..)
What the hell color WAS IT?
I threw that shit away after that. I’m cooooool.
I’ll eat this white cabbage you gave me that I’ve been looking for for the last ten years since I first read HOW TO EAT TO LIVE. Thanks!!! 😀
The so-called American Negroes actually believe that they have the same right as American citizens to go any place in white America they please and be accepted or allowed to enter into white society on an equal basis with the white man.
If you understood that which you are seeking to be accepted into and if you understood the nature of those whom you are seeking to integrate with you would, instead, be seeking your own people’s society or building one of your own on some land or territory separate from the American whites.
We need land wherein we can build our own society free from the tension, hatred and violence that have accompanied our race relationship with the white race of America.
When you learn that the white man is not your brother, you will readily begin to see and accept the Divine Plan that Almighty Allah (God) has in the working for our people. Who has been our aggressors and murderers ever since we have been in America? Who, by nature, was made quick to shed blood — even his own?
And how much easier it is for them to shed our blood. They are heartless, merciless, when it comes to you and me. We all know the true answer, whether you wish to bear witness with your tongues or with your hands, we know that the white man is our aggressor — the hater of good, justice and equality for you and me.
Do not expect your former slave-master’s children to give you the privileges to do as you desire in his own house. According to the Emancipation Proclamation, we as a people were proclaimed free to go for ourselves. In other words, we were on our own to build a nation of our own regardless of our hardships and barriers.
But this we did not do because we were unable and unqualified in the knowledge of self and how to build a civilization of our own. And, today our people are too afraid and doubtful even though a way is being made in this wilderness by Allah (God) in Person.
Many so-called Negroes despise and hate “Black Supremacy” without having knowledge of what this means, and yet they support and believe in “White Supremacy.” If you say you do not support either, then you are neutral. But nay — some must rule over the other. It is the law of nature.
The ex-slaves of America desire to go to their white masters’ restaurants instead of building one for self and kind. You want to go to their schools and learn with white people who hate your very shadows.
I say to you this is a disgrace to act so dependent and loving toward a people who have been your worst enemies and who will go to war against each other before they will give you and me equal justice under their own laws.
Allah (God) is offering you heaven at once on accepting Him for your God, enjoyment and unlimited progress in the new world of universal peace and happiness, unlike anything seen, heard or imagined since the creation of the universe.
You are not American citizens or members of the white man’s world. The only American citizens are the white people who are originally from Europe. So why fight a losing battle by trying to be recognized as something you are not and never will be. I am not trying to disillusion you but merely telling you the truth.
Almighty Allah Came to make Himself known that He alone is God and beside Him there is no God His equal — I know of none His equal. I am going to do my part in representing Him in teaching His words of Truth.
We do not need soft talk when it comes to the truth, we need the thrust that will pull us off our knees from begging and put us on our feet as intelligent men and women no longer dependent upon the slave-master but striving to build an independent nation of our own as others have done before us.
We, the Black people in America, have to fight against great opposition coming to us from all sides — the ignorant Blacks and the wise, skillful whites who envy our progress in the way of self-support.
They hate the wide spread of the Truth that Allah has revealed here in the worst part of our Planet Earth. A truck load of our papers MUHAMMAD SPEAKS was set afire by the envious and jealous haters of the progress this paper is making toward getting the Truth to the mentally dead of our people. Oh seek refuge in Allah from such evil, for I know a day that is coming to them when they will wish they, too, were Muslims.
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As-Salaamu-Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers,
So, I used to be an avid reader of local Black newspapers. I even freelanced for one earlier in my career.
However, since becoming a Muslimah, my views toward the media have soured tremendously.
Nowadays, I just pick them up and scan them for events coming up in the community – The Calendar and whatnot.
In any case, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, and my Habibi ❤ have me back living in Compton.
I was born here and fully feel the impact and the significance of my return home. I feel like I’ve come full circle and I can’t help but wonder why Allah Has Me Here.
I believe it’s because there are very many Black people who have not heard of the Messenger (PBUH), so this is where They Have me.
It’s also very nostalgic for me being here. I’ve only briefly taken a ride around the city and I couldn’t help but notice the dire straits the people who reside in this city live under. It is very depressing.
However, on the bright side, there are a lot of animals who live here. There are horses, roosters, dogs, cats, rats, &c. Most of the horses I’ve seen in L.A. come from Compton.
My roommate was worried about me because I walk the street like I own it. NO FEAR. I don’t even know the meaning of the word. Yesterday, this Sister threatened to kill me. I said, “You can try…“
I don’t think Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Due Forever, Will Allow You to Succeed, Sister. HE WOULDN’T EVEN LET ME KILL MYSELF.
My teacher is The Most Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him). He Has Given Me a Thorough Knowledge of Self, God and the Devil. Once you have these, you have no fear, worry, nor grief. I don’t care where you live.
Allah (God) Has Power Over Everything. One day I had to leave with my bandana on my head. It’s my favorite color – RED. I went on down the street where I needed to go, but ALL of these cars kept turning around, slowing down to get a good look at me. No one wears red, or blue for that matter, bandanas. NO FEAR.
My son and I lived in Watts (which is right next door to Compton) from February 2008 to June 2009, in a Transitional Housing Facility (Shelter). It was not nearly as bad as I had expected and we were living eight families in one house and with ONE bathroom! Believe it or not – we never had to wait.
I guess everyone was just on the same frequency. It was a wonderful experience. I had always wanted to experience living in a communal type of living arrangement (think hippies) ikr? But, I thoroughly enjoyed the shared chores and the closeness of living with my Sisters and their children.
Of course, they were all Christians, but I just stayed to myself, kept out of the drama and tried to be the BEST example of a Muslim follower of The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) as I possibly could. It all worked out well and I’m grateful I had that experience.
Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us that “God Blesses The Child That’s Got His/Her Own.” So, even though I appreciate the experience, I wouldn’t want to do it again! 😉
When we lived out here, we frequented the same neighborhood businesses, the grocery store and the Library being two of them. The Sister at the grocery store had not even heard of my website and I realized that we’ve been gone for six years!
It feels like six months! 😀
I went to the Library and saw the same librarian and this Brother who used to be there six years ago. I couldn’t believe he was still there. That was kind of depressing. Absolutely no progress.
Anyway, it seemed like the Library was YELLING AND SCREAMING AT ME, “IT’S BEEN FIFTY YEARS SINCE THE WATTS RIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Well, I NEVER Pay attention when people or signs are so overtly blatant. So, I just scanned the fliers but didn’t bother reading them. What I saw couldn’t compare with my knowledge of the events that took place fifty years ago.
That’s probably why they want me.
Sisters and Brothers, befriend your elders and benefit from their knowledge and wisdom.Some of them……
When you can find an older Brother or Sister who has time and is willing to share with you their life experiences, LISTEN TO THEM.
I have a degree in Journalism and I can tell you there is nothing like a first-person account of historical events.
It’s one thing to read about something, but when you can talk to someone who actually lived it – it makes it so much more personal and they usually go into more detail.
There is this homeless Sister who “haunts” the area around my old home on Avalon and 75th Street. I used to feed her some of my delicious Bean Soup and Pies and she used to feed me her wisdom.
She had grown up in the area, living there since the fifties. So, she would tell me of things she had seen and ways and customs that have long been forgotten by most.
One day, we were talking and she started telling me about the events that led up to the 1965 Watts Riots.
Now, first let me say that my Grandmother told me that back then, in 1965, the area now known as South Central was considered Watts as well. It wasn’t just the area around the Watts Towers and whatnot. She told me her home on 49th and Broadway was considered a part of Watts back then. So, the breadth and scope of the riots was much larger than most people realize, considering today’s perception of the area that comprises Watts.
So, I picked up this newspaper and I could tell the editor had been reading my blog. Most media outlets feed off of each other, so I’m not mad. Just a little offended and annoyed that they didn’t include MY solution to the gang problem (see above) nor a note about HOW TO EAT TO LIVE for their new “food” column.
Anyway, the whole damn thing is about the Watts Riots fiftieth anniversary, so I feel it’s my civic duty to tell you what my friend told me.
The police had been fucking with us (Black People) left and right, as is typical for them.
The incident that sparked the “riots” was the third time someone had gotten killed by the devil po-pos in a matter of weeks. So everybody was already on edge.
Earlier that evening, my neighbor told me, she had seen the Brother driving down Avalon, just like everybody else had. He was honking his horn as he drove, waving at everybody, “I’m about to be a FATHER!!!!!!!!!”
Everybody waved back and congratulated him, thrilled and cheering him on for his good fortune.
Before he got to the hospital, members of L.A.’s finest, the Los Angeles Police Department, pulled him over for Reckless Driving and killed him.
So, after graduation from Pasteur, which was horrible because my mom wouldn’t let me celebrate with my friends, who were allegedly with N.E., if I remember correctly.
I had to go out to dinner with “them.” (My family) I cried. I hated/hate my mother.
I wrote that in my diary B.I.T.D. and my father read it and left her. I hate him too. I almost wish they had never hooked up.
I am the result of the only pregnancy they planned, so something of good came out of them. Allah is THE BEST PLANNER.
Anyway, I was also upset because ALL of my friends were going to Hamilton High. That’s where I wanted to go soooooooooooo badly. 😥 But I had to go to L.A. I didn’t know ANYBODY who was going there. 😥
But on the first day, I saw some familiar faces.
One of these faces, was this Sister who was in the same Fourth Grade class with me and my Habibi ❤ at Trinity.
We were walking near the rear gate at my school and I saw a Brother. I don’t know what it was about him, but I was immediately intrigued.
I asked Stephanie something I have NEVER asked about any Brother before or since, “WHO IS THAT?“
She casually replied, “Oh, THAT’S A.J.“
I couldn’t believe I didn’t recognize my Honey-Stick! But, I was thinking, “A.J.!?! Hmmph! He Must Think He’s All That.” At Trinity, he was Jamal. I guess he grew up and got cool.
Anyway, we hooked up, of course and became inseparable once more.
We understand each other like other people will NEVER understand us. When our classmates ripped us apart they called us “LOONEY TUNES” We both love music. I don’t know about the Looney. But, probably to them.
We enjoy things that, it seemed, only certain people (certainly, no one we knew) enjoy together. He gets me and I understand him better than anyone else. I LOVE YOU, HABIBI! ❤ ❤ ❤ 😀
When other people made fun of us individually, we had each other. They used to try and belittle him, in front of me all the time (still do) in a useless attempt to make me stop LOVING HIM. Crumbs.NEVER. GONNA. HAPPEN.
Years later, one night at the club, he was standing near me and my so-called friends. This one was cracking on his suit so badly. I felt sorry for him. But he just acted like he didn’t even hear her. He was just watching the dance group working it out on stage. ( “THE ❤ POSSE” ) So, everybody’s watching the group and my “friend” is continually talking about my Honey-Stick, when next thing we know, he leaps onto the stage, which had to be at least four feet high and finishes the routine with the group – THE STAR OF THE SHOW!!!
(PISSED – NO RAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(W T F WERE YOU THINKING???!!!!!!!!)
EVERYBODY WAS DUMBSTRUCK, ESPECIALLY MY “FRIEND.” I don’t see how you can still befriend her, Habibi. I blocked her a long time ago. But, I have never been more awestruck in my life! I wouldn’t have believed it if I wasn’t there!
He is a little older than I am. That’s really no excuse. I never knew that Brothers could be hurt from love. That’s no excuse. It’s true. But it’s no excuse, Sir.
I was fourteen in September, 1985. Only six (6) years after we first met. Seems like much longer. But there we were meeting again for the second time. He was “A.J.” now.
When you’re a teenager, you don’t really take the time to analyze things. Things just happen. You don’t think about why and what could be the result.
I had a journal, of course. I had kept one since I met him and our teacher (Mrs. Bacon, can you believe that? I was shocked to learn there was a Mr. Bacon too) introduced us to composition books. I think I’ve owned one ever since. I have a chartreuse one now. 😀
I hate when people tell me “No.” or “You’re not supposed to” or “You can’t do” something. I think a little bit more than ordinary people. So, I’m a rebel with a cause but without a pause.
I remember, one day we were on the stairs in this corner of the school that nobody uses.
I didn’t even know they were there. So we could isolate and listen to this little red radio we got from one of my “friends.”
Music has always been a part of our lives. In fourth grade I would write down the lyrics (I don’t know if I used to print them or write in cursive. I guess after I learned how to write in cursive I wrote them in cursive 😀 ) to the Love Songs we had the sheet music to.
I stared taking piano lessons when I was seven (7) but my mom would allow us to go to the music store and buy sheet music for R&B songs as an alternative to the classical. If I had had the notion I would have bought some Ellington.
I saw some of his sheet music for the first time about a month ago and it blew my mind! I didn’t want to stop playing. I had never seen any music written like that in my life. #nowimonamission 😀
So, we were on the stairs (supposed to be in class 😉 I don’t know why everything that’s supposed to be wrong is so RIGHT when we’re together. EVERYTHING!) listening to Patti and Michael. I HATED that song! Now, I know why. Interracial relationships are shameful!
I’m pretty sure this was after I allowed him to be the first man to kiss me. So, there was probably some making out on those stairs. But I had never been more at ease. My Habibi just makes everything right and exact.
So, when this teacher came ambling down the hall towards us, we didn’t even pay him any attention, I didn’t anyway. Until he said those dreaded three words:
As-Salaam-Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters!
I recently made an update on Facebook about planting fruit seeds instead of throwing them away. Well, I think that is something worth preserving 🙂 so I thought it would be good to post a blog about it.
Just think Sisters and Brothers, if every time we ate a piece of fruit, we PLANTED the seeds as opposed to throwing them away! We would have an abundance of fruit in season and within reach at all times!
It is so easy, just take an old spoon or knife and dig a little hole, put it in the ground and cover it up. Water it if you want. But Allah (God) can take it from there.
If you don’t have the wherewithal to plant it, just drop it on some dirt. Drop it in the bushes. It will grow or it might not grow. BUT IT HAS A BETTER CHANCE THAN IF YOU THROW IT AWAY!
I walk alot and I trespass. Sorry. But curiosity is the mother of invention sometimes.
I was walking from Ontario and ended up in some city and can’t even remember the name. But I passed a house and the gate was open and I wanted so badly to see what the backyard looked like, but it wasn’t open enough and I didn’t want to get stuck. So, I didn’t go in the back of that house.
But I passed an even MORE beautiful house and the gate was open, so I went in. I went in the backyard and you could not even see the sky for the trees. There were HAWKS in these trees. But EVERY TREE BORE SOME TYPE OF FRUIT. Oranges. Lemons. Avocados. EVERY TREE. And there had to be at least fifty trees in this one backyard. EVERY TREE BORE FRUIT.
That just opened my eyes and changed my whole perspective.
I continued my walk and I passed houses that had orange trees in the front yard with hundreds of oranges, just there. I picked three or four and ate some juicy, delicious oranges on my walk.
Granted California is optimal land for fruit trees, but I don’t see what harm could come in planting seeds anywhere on the Earth. If Allah Wills, it will grow into a tree, or bush or vine. Just Plant The Seeds.
You will feel so good about yourself. And other people will see and be inspired to do the same! You just planted TWO seeds. One physical and one mental.
The Holy Qur-an uses the parable of the Tree to symbolize A Good Word and Good Deeds. Chapter 14:24, 25 reads, “Seest thou not how Allah sets forth a parable of a good word as a good tree, whose root is firm and whose branches are high,
Yielding its fruit in every season by the permission of its Lord? And Allah sets forth parables for men that they may be mindful.”
The fruits are only the fruits of our own good deeds. They are blessings which are based on our good deeds/words (good trees).
Fruits are some of the BEST foods we can eat. Let’s make them available for ourselves and our progeny. So what if you’re not there to reap the rewards? You will receive blessings in another form. Plant the seed it’s better than throwing it away.
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