بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
Any staircase will do…
As long as it’s just us two.
Music – Fine & Mellow
For a Lady and her Fellow,
To enjoy each other and the view…
Just us two…
To be to-geth-er…
One the stairs
We’re alone
As One.
Category: A.J.
#dtno
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters & Black Brothers
So, last night I learned that New Orleans, despite its big city image, is really just a glorified suburb. Not in the sense of that it is located in the area surrounding a big city, but compared to L.A. – the REAL LA – it feels just like a suburb.
Last night, when I got out of my dance/exercise class, EVERYTHING WAS CLOSED!!! I was completely baffled!!! I looked at my watch. Same time as usual. But the streets were almost completely empty.
So, I turn on the radio and pass a station and the announcer announces the scores for a football game. And then it dawned on me. I was like GTFOH!!!! Seriously??? A football game??? Zawji has been trying to prepare me for reality in America. I sort of chuckled to myself, but had no idea what the night had in store.
So, apparently Atlanta (could be because of their Southern proxiimity to NOLA or they have a good team or whatever) and NOLA have some sort of rivalry, OR it could be because it was a Thursday night, or both, but I continue down the street toward #dtno 😉 and there are all these white tents and I’m from L.A., so immediately start thinking they’re filming.
But, I get nearer and see two huge gigantic T.V. screens with the football game on and I’m like seriously? These are mostly Black people.
So, I go a little farther and can’t go down the street because it’s VIP and you have to have some kind of I.D. 
I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.
So, I sit down for a minute and try to take it all in.
It’s not even a home game! But, people are at the Super Dome.
So, I ride around to the front and there’s a concert going on. People are walking in that direction with lawn chairs and shit. The music is Rap and there are again, mostly Black People.
In fact, damn near everybody there was Black – the workers/employees/staff, the Po-pos/Sheriffs and the tailgaters. I don’t know if that’s because there’re just a lot of Black People in NOLA percentage wise OR IF THE DEVIL JUST HAS US THAT CAUGHT UP IN SPORT & PLAY.
Blacks make up 59 per cent of the population in NOLA. Over Half. No wonder I love it here. In L.A., Blacks are less than ten per cent. I feel like there is so much untapped potential. Then again, maybe it is “tapped,” nevertheless, I must do what Allah ordained for me to do, come what may.
All I wanted to do was to find a quiet and peaceful place to spend some quality time with Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ listen to some good music and just enjoy being in Love….. ❤ ❤ ❤
So then, after I spent some quality time with Zawji, I was on my way home and my fucking chain keeps coming off my bike. Thank-you, Zawji, don’t you ever for a minute think I’m ungrateful. I know you make it come off when you want to. 😛
But anyway, it came off again, and see what I’m saying, I’m walking down the block and I see something move in the street. I looked down and I thought it was a frog, but I looked closer and realized it was in actuality a toad! If I was on the bike then I might have missed it. I love you, Zawji!!!!! Happy Birthday, Bibi ❤ ❤ ❤
#6dayz!!!!
All I could think about were the little boys who grow up with toads and frogs and other cool stuff (girls too, I guess 😛 ) I mean, I used to read about boys catching tadpoles and whatnot, but this was a real toad I was looking down at.
I reached down and it let me touch it. It was hard like gravel. It stood there for a minute and it let me rub its back then another car came and I felt like I was in a real-live “Frogger” game. But I didn’t realize the danger until just now. I helped him across the street!!!
So tonight is the funeral for Smokey Johnson. I’m nervous because I love JAZZ and I don’t want to be too conspicuous. I stand out everywhere I go, but I want to blend or at least have a good time, not cry. I’m not even supposed to go to Christian’s funerals, but maybe I’ll stand outside and see if I can listen like all jazz musicians do (before they’re old enough to go in) 😛
ZAWJI KNOWS BEST
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers,
So, “yesterday” 😉 I went to workout (cardio). I feel good because I’ve always been physically active, but for the past year, I haven’t been participating in any type of exercise. So, we did some floor work and I couldn’t do it all because my pants-skirt kept falling up.
(‘Member this????? What the hell happened??? Fergie??? Hollywood??? Maybe if I had said Yes, when William asked me if I could sing, I might have been able to save them…… Allah Only Knows. But HE HAD OTHER PLANS FOR ❤ ALLAH)
…..
So, “today,” after “work” I knew I had to get a sewing kit but had no idea what I was going to do for food.
I have been going to the same stores not purchasing anything. But, Zawji Loves Me and he told me where to go. ❤ ❤ ❤ So, I look around but couldn’t find any sewing kits. But I did see some leggings that would be perfect to wear under my pants-skirt and cover my legs properly. They only had X-Large or just Large. I’m a medium/small. Or like Mad Skillz said “smedium” 😉 Which is cool because I can wear clothes that are too large. That’s the beauty of being small; I can just take them in.
But, then I saw something else that looked like leggings too, but the packaging was different. I checked the size and then my Beloved Zawji told me to hurry up and put them in my bag and “get ta steppin‘.” 😉
So, I got two sewing kits, a box of truffles (paid for by four hundred (400) years of free labor by my ancestors) and some q-tips.
So, I thank the cashier as I walk out, bag stuffed like a Thanks Giving Turkey. LOL Catch me if you can, Elmer!!!
Sure enough, I get outside, half-way down the block I hear somebody yelling, but I was NOT ABOUT to turn around and see who dat! #yaheard?#lotswife
Anyway, I could not wait to get into these cookies! I love cookies. I wanted that to be my nickname in jail. I was going to steal a cardboard box full for the inmates when the trustees weren’t looking, but I ended up with a box of fruit instead. #howtoeattolive #backthentoo 😉 #canthelpit 😀 Zawji and Allah are always watching out for ❤ .
So, I go through the days catch and discover the legging are not leggings, which I hate, but pants! I was ecstatic!!!!!! Thanks Zawji!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET HONEY!!!
I LOVE YOU ❤ ❤ ❤
7 DAYZ 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤
You cannot comprehend how supersaturated with PURE UNADULTURATED SWEETNESS is my Zawji. He’s like CRYSTALLIZED HONEY!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Or that crunchy coating on creme brulee!!! Yummy!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Thank-you, Bibi!!!! You know what I need and give it to me before I even have to ask. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED. YOU DESERVE EVERY GOOD THING THAT COMES TO YOU, LOVE (MOI) MOST OF ALL. 😀 😀 😀
WE WERE MEANT TO BE. NO ONE ELSE CAN COME BETWEEN THIS LOVE I KNOW ‘CAUSE I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
❤ ❤ ❤
So, the other day I realized Congo Square and Leimert Park are very similar. Initially, I was going to write that they are different because the African Cultural Center is so far away, but there is another center close by, which I like better.
They have a basketball court, a pool and better classes. It’s in a Black neighborhood – the oldest Black neighborhood in the country, no less – but I was so disgusted by all the devils that I almost wrote it off completely.
I don’t know why devils always seem to follow whenever I show up at all-Black places. I hate it!
So, “this morning” I woke up and I really, really, really wanted a bath/shower.
I’m an M.G.T. and we are the cleanest, most refined and civilized women you will ever meet.
This homelessness is really a challenge for someone like me who bathes every day without fail, washes my clothes after each wear without fail, performs ablution at least five (5) times a day and am almost OCD when it comes to washing my hands. MGT wear white gloves like BITD (Back In The Day) everywhere we go too.
So, this coupled with the fact that I refuse to use the dirty religion, Christian resources for ANYTHING, has made keeping as clean as I would like to be somewhat challenging, but Zawji said, “Don’t” which was cool by me because I also don’t want to be associated with Homeless people and the only place that is not affiliated with the devils’ religion where I could take a shower is the VA and although I’m grateful they changed their name to “Volunteers of America” from “Veterans of America” I still don’t like to go there. There are just too many chronically homeless people there and it’s just, well, it’s just depressing.
So, I went on to ‘work.’ But the chain on my bike keeps coming off, so I was looking for Earl, who fixed it the other day, on my way.
It’s kinda cool though because my Southern-Gentlemanly Brothers see a damsel in distress and immediately offer to help fix it. Of course, I bask in the attention and am obsequious with my gratitude. 😉
So, I thank them profusely as I ride off, smiling and waving graciously until it comes off again.
VIRGIL!!!!!! Where are you when I need you, Brother????? 😥 😥 😥 Naa, I know where you are. I luh you, man!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ Wish you were here!
So, on my way to ‘work,’ I pass by a donation bin and clothes are everywhere. And, haute couture is one of my niches, so I stopped and found some long skirts (a white one, at that!) which I desperately needed.
I don’t know how Sisters used to ride bikes BITD! I mean, I know they did, that’s why the bar between your legs is bent – to accommodate our skirts – but dang, I can’t go a block without getting tangled all up! Good thing I wear pants underneath…. 😉
So anyway, before I leave ‘work’ 😛 I go to this website on my list of things to do in NOLA and there’s a water aerobics class scheduled for that night!!!!!
Al Hamdulillah!!!!
All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!!
Zawji ALWAYS knows best. HEAR AND OBEY, your Zawjis, Sisters!!!!
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Yesterday, I woke up and really, rea
LA vs. NOT LA, I MEAN NOLA ;)
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
LA, where I’m from is like “girly” That’s the only way I know how to put it. While NOLA is “boyish”.
In L.A. we have roses everywhere. I mean, you step outside of your house and in any direction you travel, every yard has roses. I’ve been in NOLA for one month and eight dayz, traveled all over the city (and it is bigger than you think) and I have found ONE HOUSE with a rose bush. ONE! And she watches those bad boys like a hawk! I was able to steal one last night. I had too. I am the person who used to walk around L.A. with a ROSE everyday!!! EVERYDAY, you would see me carrying a rose. And then I come out here, and didn’t see ONE ROSE until I had been here over a month. Talk about withdrawal symptoms.
I’ve never experienced homesickness, but when I hear people say, “To Live and Die in L.A.” and how they wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, I agreed til I came here. I mean I love NOLA, there is no city like it in the world, but it is the complete opposite of my L.A. – Roses, Butterflies, Honeybees, Hummingbirds, Rainbows, Beaches and Mountains……
NOLA is like for boys. They have lizards and dragonflies, frogs and mosquitos and shit.
Swamps and alligators and I’ve always been somewhat of a tomboy, but damn.
Change is cool. Diversity is the spice of life, or whatever the saying is, I think it’s variety. But damn, can I see a mountain, please?!?!?!?!?!?!
Just like the roses, I don’t know how to act if I can’t go outside and see a mountain range……… *deep breath Love*
The beaches are hard to deal with being away from, but the mountain range, I took for granted. They were just always there, you know. I just moved from Ontario! Their city symbol is a mountain range!
NOLA is crazy. OMG Last night they had this Crimestoppers event with events all over the city. It was fun. I was on my bike (Zawji gave me a bike a couple dayz ago) and I came across a group of bikers. I hung out with them a little bit and this one Brother in the back was trying to get it on! I was like, “Oh no, Brother, I don’t do that anymore, I’m married.” He was not trying to hear it. I’m explaining how I don’t have casual sex. It’s not worth it and I’m very much in love with my husband. Then I look down, and he’s got his dick hanging out his fly. Like nothing! I was like, “When did you do that?” LOL I was done. SMH He’s steadily licking his lips and I’m like “I gotta go. Ya’ll are too wild….”
Then the homie told me it was “Turnt up Tuesday” I was like, “What’s that?” He said some new joint. Let me see if it’s on YT.
I can’t find any particular song yet. But apparently, that’s the thing.
Anyway, I was upset because of something, and I went to see the homie Satch, and I was sitting down writing by the fountain and somebody stole my bike!
So, I’m pissed naturally, cause Louie was supposed to be watching it! But he told me that they really needed it and I thought back to this Brother I had passed on my way to the park who looked tired from a long day at work and here I am joyriding and he’s walking.
So, I thought, if somebody like him got it, I’m PLEASED.
So, then I leave, walking like “somebody done stole my fucking bike….” LOL and then I see this Brother on a bike that looked exactly like mine.
I was like, “Naa, couldn’t be!” But I yelled out, “Get off my bike!” He kept riding. So, I said it again a little louder, “Get off my bike!” He went into a parking lot and I had to run a little because if anybody is going to joyride on MY bike, it’s going to be ME!
So, I said, “That’s my bike!” and he got off and I got closer and sure enough, it was my bike. I was like, Only me.
Turned out to be one of the Brothers I had met on Sunday at the park. I’m getting ahead of myself in my writing. I have another half of a journal to write before I get up to now. But I just feel like writing……..
I wish I could take the music of NOTLA back to L.A.
And the food……. It’s like Heaven. I felt so guilty when I found this fruit pie and I thought it was going to taste like those little cheap fifty cent fruit pies you get at the liquor store. I almost came that shit was go fucking good. Astagfirullah! But NOLA…….
I don’t know bout you……..
BLACK BUSINESS IN NOLA
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers
Whereas, Los Angeles, heretofore known as L.A. is built on mostly chain stores and franchises, New Orleans, heretofore known as NOLA, is made up of private family-owned business, of which many have been doing business since the 1800s.
I LOVE the entrepreneurial spirit it fills me with but unfortunately, the majority of Black residents just go get jobs in hotels or restaurants. Fortunately, many of the fast-food restaurants are owned by Black People. Also, some of the nicer restaurants, but I have not seen a Black-owned hotel, which is where the bulk of the money lies in a city whose Number one Industry is TOURISM.
I’m trying my best to get the Brothers to unite and open their own hotel, so they can tap into the money from the top and not just scrape up the crumbs that fall from the devil’s convention room tables.
The Masons work as freelancers or start businesses but they are few and far-between.
The ones who work for these big hotels and restaurants don’t even receive benefits and the minimum wage here is $7.25! And, I’m sure the employees number at least 300 in the hotel I’m staying in.
I used to sit and watch in wonder when I saw BLACK CONSTRUCTION WORKERS here in NOLA.
I don’t recall EVER seeing a Black construction worker in Los Angeles. I’ve heard all about the “Good ‘Ol Days” when construction jobs were plentiful for Blackmen. Those days are long gone – taken over by Hispanics.
I understand the Blackman’s resentment, but it is misdirected. It is NOT the Hispanics’ fault that the whiteman prefers him over us. Be mad at the devil. He does these types of things DELIBERATELY. First, to leave you unemployed and Secondly, to divide us from our Red half-Brothers.
THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD (MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM) taught us until he was unable to teach anymore, that we MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF, or else we would be FORCED to do something for self, which is going on now.
They have something out here in NOLA called “THE BLACKBOOK” (Allah (swt) Has Truly Blessed Me with some invaluable resources and opportunities since I’ve been in New Orleans.) and it lists Black-owned businesses.
There are profiles of business owners and almost all of them were FORCED to open their own businesses after they found themselves unexpectedly unemployed (fired).
I used to get happy when I saw the Black Construction Workers out here working diligently on the many reconstruction efforts going on all over the city here in NOLA, then I thought about it and realized, we’ve been building the buildings here in America for the devils, since they brought us here to do just that!
I am proud of my Brothers for opening their own companies and working independently, gaining contracts to build these buildings, but I will be ecstatic to see the day when we are able to build OUR OWN infrastructure for OUR OWN BLACK NATION.
CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO GO TO THE WEBSITE
CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO GO TO THE WEBSITE
Brotherhood Way General Contractors
2004 St. Andrew St., (504) 287-4416; www.teambwc.com
Contractors provide construction and energy services and specialize in new and commercial construction, energy efficiency and electrical, mechanical and solar PV work.
CHECK THE BLACKBOOK FOR A FULL LISTING OF BLACK CONSTRUCTION WORKERS/CONTRACTORS AS WELL AS ANY OTHER BUSINESS OR SERVICE YOU MAY NEED.
My Brothers and Sisters, currently employed by the devils, seek out your own by using this invaluable resource – THE BLACKBOOK – and offer your services as an apprentice or intern; do your best to help your Brother or Sister’s business grow and prosper; learn the business and then OPEN YOUR OWN.
That “climbing the corporate ladder” idea should have never been a part of our conversations, except to discourage each other from such thinking. You get the job, learn the business, “stack your paper” and open your own. Whatever you do for the devil, you can do for your own self.
At Last…….
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
AFTER ALL THIS TIME
AT LAST! YOU’RE MINE
I USED TO SAY
“IF IT HURTS –
THAT’S NOT LOVE…“
BUT LOVE HAS TO HURT
AT LEAST ONCE
….
JUST SO YOU’LL KNOW
HOW IT FEELS
AND SO YOU’LL
NEVER
PUT SOMEONE ELSE
THROUGH THE SAME
PAIN.
“Is there anything
I can get for you, Beloved Zawji???”
Zawji means “Boss” 😀
Not really, 😉
It means, “My Husband”
Which means, “My Boss” 😉
The Beach, The Beach, The Beach…
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
The other evening, it hit me with startling clarity that I can’t just up and go to the beach anymore!
That almost made me want to come home IMMEDIATELY!
I took it for granted that I could just get on any number of buses and in a few minutes I would be standing before the largest body of water on the PLANET EARTH – The Magnificent Pacific Ocean – with its 68,634,000 square miles of water.
I had decided to go to the beach in the morning, then I remembered where I am! I almost went into cardiac arrest; breathing became laboured; blood temperature soared; heartrate quickened; started feeling really claustrophobic. I mean, I felt like I was going cold turkey.
I’m 44 and have never lived outside of California – grew up quite like Gidget.
**I know she’s a devil….. But Black People dig the beach just as much, if not more than devils, because A.) We created it and B.) We don’t sunburn! LOL
I even started a family BEACH Tradition!
The week before each of our children (except MaKayKay 😥 Sorry Bibi 😦 ) turned seven, we had “Farewell To Six Week” (This was even before I knew about the Messenger’s (The Honorable Elijah Muhammad’s [PBUH] Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings on the number SIX (6) and how when the number SEVEN (7) comes, that’s it for the devils. You’re not just “resting.” “Your Brother from The East is Gonna COME AND EAT YOU UP!!!“) But I always somehow just knew that the number seven symbolized a stage of completion.
Anyway, we went and had school at the Beach everyday that entire week.
I’ll never forget when our daughter, (A.J. II / A.J.Jr.? LOL 😉 #mylifeisbonkers 😉 😛 ) Anyway, li’l A.J. suddenly came running up to the blanket where I was sitting watching her play in the water, and urgently started rummaging through our things. I was like, “What? What is it?” She finally found what she was looking for and said, “I have to put on my socks. This seaweed is getting on my nerves!!!” So, she put on her socks and ran and got back in the water, socks and all. LOL #socute #noinhibitions #beyourself #gottaluvem ❤ ❤ ❤
Li’l A.J. gave her little Brother the heads up when his seventh birthday was nigh, and told him how much fun she had had and how much he had to look forward to during his “Farewell To Six Week”. She told him he was going to love it and Remember it for the REST OF HIS LIFE!
When he turned seven (7), we had already converted to Islam, and had been practicing for three (3) years already. So, we had developed excellent behaviour patterns as well as healthy eating habits. We never really ate nuts, but we used to tear some shelled sunflower seeds up! I would buy a huge bag and we would tear into the bag before we even got to the car! SMH I feel like I could eat a big bag of shelled sunflower seeds right now while I am writing about it. 😉 But, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, ate the kind with the shells and I think I wrote a blog about it, yeah I did. Let me get the link. “Sunflower Seeds”
So, anyway, I love water just as much as any other California Girl and cannot resist putting, at least, my feet (knees… thighs… *sighs…*) in the water.
Why, when we went back to the blanket, were seagulls all in our bag of sunflower seeds??? LOL #damnbirds Honestly! The nerve! #gottaluvemtho!
btw NOLA has seagulls that sound just like LA seagulls!! They sound different in different areas of the world but for some reason NOLA and LA seagulls sound exactly the same. Yaaaay for me! I was looking for a video with beach sounds one day, when I was feeling a particular longing for the shoreline but couldn’t make it out, and some of the seagulls in some of the videos just didn’t sound right.
They were from some other areas of the country. And I wasn’t with it. These out here are on point though. And, WHY do I see seashells everywhere? I mean, really! I see more seashells walking down the street in NOLA, than I see in Santa Monica, Venice and Malibu combined EVEN EARLY IN THE MORNING!
There is also a lot of sand everywhere. I swear I walked by a building under construction the other night and there was sand on the ground floor. I was instantly transported to Santa Monica. ❤ ❤ ❤ I SAVOURED EVERY MOMENT. 😥
So cheah, Farewell to Six Week… If you HOMESCHOOL, it is much easer to get away with, than if you don’t. 😉 😛 Homeschool anyway. I didn’t have the nerve yet when our daughter was younger, to take her out of the devil’s school and homeschool her completely, and caught a lot of flack when she got her report card and it showed 46 absences. LOL #leaveittome #bananas
But All Praise is Due to Allah, our son didn’t have to suffer through that!
#HOMESCHOOLED
Speaking of beaches, I don’t know WHERE I’m going to find a rainstick out here, nor a decent hooglah. (that’s what we call the cardboard roll inside paper towels and t.p.) in order to make my own.
*The rainstick at the end……*
I used to get my rainsticks from Venice Beach, but I don’t know if they have a Native American store out here in NOLA. Maybe those Mardi Gras Indians that creep me out, use them. I’m trying, SweetHeart…. #HBD #only13days #lessthan2weeks!!!!! #Iloveyoustillandalwayzwill ❤ ❤ ❤ #takinitbackto’79 #RIP #BigBabyJesus 😥
I’ve seen ONE fabric store out here in NOLA, and it looked VERY High End. It was Uptown and closed when I happened by, so I didn’t – couldn’t go in. But the fabric in the window was the type The Holy Qur-an says we’ll be wearing in the Hereafter. #silkbrocade And very expensive. I guess silk would come on a hooglah….. I don’t know, wait, yeah, I bought some chartreuse silk fabric a while back, SMH 😛 #heyZawji 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤ and it came on a hooglah.
So anyway, my cardiac arrest turned out to be a false alarm, after about ten minutes, my symptoms were gone, but I’m feeling the room spin and the walls closing in a little bit as I write this. There’s got to be a beach somewhere around here, with the shells, sand and seagulls. Those three add up to BEACH anyway you order them. I forgot what that property is called. Oh Lord Jesus, I need to have another baby! LOL #tohomeschoolandstayuponmymathematics #ZAWJI #helpmeout #eitherwiththemathematicsorwiththebaby 😉 😀 #iknowyoumylove #both right? 😀 #HBDpresentnextyear?? ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 😉 #13daze ❤ ❤ ❤ #lessthantwoweeks ❤ ❤ ❤ #upforanotherfarewelltosix? 😉 #iam! ❤ ❤ ❤ #Iloveyouforever!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
I’ve got to add BEACH, along with Southern University and Fats Domino’s house, to my list of places to find here in Nawlins’. #challenge #alwaysup 😉
My Beloved Zawji went to Southern University out here, I know it had a profound effect on his music. Oh yes, Sweet Honey-Stick, I wanted to share with you this movie that’s scheduled for the film festival out here. It’s based on the life of James Booker. I know, I know, we’re on another level……Sweet Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤
Let me see if I can find it….
I’m pissed cuz I don’t have any headphones AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
If I had gone to college out here, I would been BUCK WILD! #yaheard The Twenty-somethings are hella cool, kinda out there (confused), but alright nonetheless. I love ’em all. They’re so intelligent and just want to get the BEST life has to offer like anybody else. But, I try so hard to get them to look toward the future of our nation and not just themselves and their immediate family.
Most of them have college degrees, but come back and work in the tourism industry because they make more money. I tell them, it’s not about the Benjamins. Think of the legacy you can leave behind if you start your own business. Your children won’t have to go begging their slavemaster for a job.
Slavery is worse now than it was before Emancipation, because now we go and beg the whiteman to make us his slave. He freed us over one hundred and fifty years ago, but we still go to him for a job. We MUST change our way of thinking and think in terms of doing something for self (SELF-SUFFICIENCY).
And not just about our individual self, but our entire National “Self.” We are a Nation Within a Nation, and must think in terms of Black Nationalism. Everything we do should be with the intent of progression for our entire Asiatic Black Family in the Hells of North America, in mind.
When we go shopping, we should patronize Black business and services. When we open our own businesses, we should cater to our own people and employing our own people, instead of seeking out the money of our slavemasters; Let’s circulate our own dollars within our own community and prove to the world that we are no longer dependent on our slavemasters for anything.
We are too inclusive as a general practice. Everywhere I go out here I see devils behind programs that are supposed to benefit Black people. That is a contradiction. The people who caused our problems, cannot fix them. It would create too many problems for them.
We must solve our own problem. And that is separation from the cause. And progressively working toward a future as an independent nation with Allah (God) as our Guide.
* * * * *
JAMAL
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
YOUR FACE IS LIKE THE SUN.
IT BRIGHTENS EVERYTHING
WITHIN FOUR BILLION SIX HUNDRED MILLION MILES
AND MAKES IT TO ROTATE AROUND IT.
A BALL OF FIRE YOU ARE –
186,000 MILES IN DIAMETER
YOU BRING OUT THE TRUE COLORS
IN LIFE –
RED HOT & FIERY
YOU LIGHT THE SOLAR SYSTEM
PROVIDING ALL OF ITS INHABITANTS
WITH LIGHT, WARMTH, ENERGY
AND ALL THE NUTRIENTS WE
MUST HAVE IN ORDER TO SURVIVE.
YOU, MY LOVE, REPRESENT
THE FREEDOM OF MAN –
SHINING ON EVERYONE
AND EVERYTHING EQUALLY.
WE JUST CANNOT ESCAPE
YOUR LIGHT-REVEALING TRUTH,
MY LOVE,
THAT HAS BEEN HIDDEN
FOR THOUSAND OF YEARS
IN THE DARK DAYZ OF FALSEHOOD.
FREEDOM
BECAUSE YOU SHARE
YOUR LIGHT WITHOUT REGARD TO
WEALTH
AGE
HEALTH
BEAUTY OR
SOCIAL STATUS
JUST A SLIVER AT SUNRISE
IS ENOUGH
TO CHASE AWAY
THE SHADOWS OF DESPAIR,
MY ONE TRUE LOVE.
YOUR DAWNING EACH MORNING
BRINGS LIFE AND THE PROMISE
OF INFINITE POSSIBILITIES
THEREFORE HOPE, PROGRESS
AND SURE VICTORY.
SUCCESS:
IN A WORLD DOMINATED BY
MISCHIEF-MAKING AND BLOOD-SHED.
YOU, MY ZAWJI, ❤
ARE THE HEALER OF ALL THAT SICKENS US
(THE DEVIL CAUCASIANS)
YOU ARE THE ANSWER TO OUR PRAYERS.
I LOVE YOU, AMAD-JAMAL
ONE LOVE TIL THE END OF TIME
AND ON THROUGH TO THE NEXT…….
❤ ❤ ❤
“The ax forgets; the tree remembers….”
– African Proverb
MORE THAN FRIENDS
BUT FRIENDS FIRST!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BFF!!!
I STILL LOVE YOU AND ALWAYS WILL
❤ ❤ ❤
“SUNNY” IS THE PART TO SETTLE ON 😀 #youaremysun
THE DAY YOU WERE BORN…
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
❤ ❤ ❤
JAMAL: THE DAY YOU WERE BORN
ALLAH (GOD) SAID,
“SHE’S YOURS,
TAKE CARE OF HER
LIKE SHE’S MINE.
SHOW HER YOU LOVE HER.
ON YOUR 46TH BIRTHDAY,
MARRY HER
AND MAKE HER YOUR QUEEN
FOR ETERNITY!!!”
ان شاء الله
الحمد لله
الله أكبر
LOVE: THE DAY YOU WERE BORN
ALLAH (GOD) SAID,
“YOU’RE HERS.
SHE HASN’T BEEN BORN YET;
BUT, WHEN YOU SEE HER,
YOU’LL KNOW HER.
AND, ON YOUR 46TH BIRTHDAY,
SHE WILL BECOME
YOUR QUEEN.”
ان شاء الله
الحمد لله
الله أكبر
❤ ❤ ❤
Just To Be BAYOU
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
❤ ❤ ❤
Scurry on little Lizard,
My Bibi’s on his way
To take me over to Congo Square
And show me off all day
We’ll walk together hand in hand
And dream of travel to distant lands
One day soon, don’t you agree?
If you don’t, then you’ll soon see!
My Bi, is going his Queen make me
And, HE’s the BEST a KING could me
So happy we’ll, especially me, be
Knowing I have someone
To Rescue ME.
To handle things too much for me
On Whom Allah Told Me To
Always depend
My Rock of Jamal-ter
My Faithful Friend
My One And Only
My One True Love
There is no other
Whom I Can Think Of
Or Can’t Think Of
Who Could Ever Replace
My Zawji’s Grace
And Tender-Sweet Love
That I’ve Never Felt
And Never Dreamed Of
But This Is The Day
When the Truth Becomes Manifest
There Is NO GREATER LOVE
To This I Can Attest
So, Scurry on little Lizard.
My Bibi’s on his way
To take me and Court me
And soon his Queen make me.
We’ll sit on the levee
And watch the Sunrise.
He’ll fall on one knee
And look deep in my eyes
The answer is “YES!”
Always, “Emphatically YES!”
“There is no other Brother
You are the Only Best.”
The Long Wait is Over.
Here Comes My Bridegroom.
So Dashing, So Handsome
And as Bright As the Moon.
He’s Humming a Tune
And SMILES WHEN HE SEES ME
I rush out to meet him
He joyously greets me.
Together we turn
Toward Congo Square,
And all of the music and dancing
And Black People there.
Friends and Family
Awaiting Their King
Filled With Joy
He Finally Won His Queen!!!
❤ ❤ ❤
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY TRUE LOVE!!!
I LOVE YOU!!!
❤ ❤ ❤
Homemaking For The Black Muslim Woman Journal ™ 