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Guess who I ran into last night, on my way home? (I had a very busy day, yesterday. I went downtown and saw free JAZZ. Then went to LACMA and saw some more free JAZZ. TOLD HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE ABOUT THIS. (Hey Ra! )
Went to see about my Habibi ❤ (Honey-Baby in Arabic 😉 ) And on my way home ran into a childhood friend of mine and yours 😉
Remember this Brother??
I’ve learned that in America, there are some GOOD things going on in the Wilderness. Jack in the Box is one of the good ones. When I was little, I couldn’t even talk but everytime we passed a Jack In The Box, I would say loudly, “BAbababah!!”
No one in my family knew what I was saying, until one day somebody figured it out. We NEVER went there. But, obviously, I knew what it was.
My Uncle Mike, ONLY ate at BAbababah.
But I went there recently to get change for the bus, and I looked around, and it had historical pictures and I could not help but think, “THISPLACE IS ALRIGHT.” Being homeless, it’s very difficult to find good food that won’t kill you.
Jack In The Box is a place that I endorse. And if you know me, you know that’s saying something.
Of course, “NO MEAT IS GOOD FOR YOU” but you can eat Onion Rings (they’re fried, but at least there’s no meat). They’re better than french fried potatoes, as well.
My son and I used to go there every years before and after Ramadan for the shakes. Pumpkin Pie and Egg Nog. OMG. Makes Christmastime almost bearable.
YOU CAN READ MORE ABOUT HOW TO EAT TO LIVE BY CLICKING THIS LINK
He did try to talk to me too. Very subtley. Hollywood. But do you not see this ring on my finger, Brother? I tried to hook him up with one of my doppels. I didn’t tell her who he was. She looked too young to remember. Maybe. Maybe not.
The next time I saw my Honey Pooh-Bear was a few years later.
For some reason, my mom took us out of Trinity (and NOT Trinity Elem. in South Central!) We only went there that one (1) year. But, it was THE Most Memorable Year of My School Years, and I have TWO DEGREES! 😀
(“Trinity” – Hmmmph! لا إلهَ إلاّ اللّهُ THERE IS NO GOD BUT ALLAH!!!)
So, after “Trinity” (hmmph!), then we went to this school with devils. This was my first experience being with devils and I hated it and them. ALL of the teachers were prejudiced and there was not a single Black teacher in the whole school.
I know my mom only took us out of Trinity and dropped us in that hellhole because a girl from church whose parents were upper-middle class, and her brother went there.
Both my mom and my sister have this thing about the “Jones’ ” Not me though. At least I don’t think I do. I just like nice stuff – luxury and whatnot. But, not because anybody else has something. I like what I like. But, when you’re nine, you go wherever your mother takes you.
That’s really the only thing about that school worth mentioning. I learned how dirty and nasty, prejudiced and mischievous devils can be.
But, I had a best friend, Malikah! That was the first I had ever heard that name and I Never forgot her or it. (I know that’s not how you spell it, Dear Sister Malaika [ملكة] 😀 )
I didn’t find out until yesterday what my Hubby was doing those years we weren’t physically together (like now 😥 ) It was like he read my journal because I wrote all this stuff the day before yesterday!
Anyway, he changed his whole profile and posted all these throwback pics like, “Look Honey, this is what I was doing.” (smile) Honey-Sweet he is.
We stayed at the hell-hole for two years, then my parents decided to put us in public school. It was to be my first year in Junior High School.
I didn’t go to the neighborhood school. Now, it’s called “Johnny Cochran Middle School” but back then it was called “Mt. Vicious” LOL So, I went to school a little further West.
I wasn’t scared, just real nervous (Heeeeey, Fat Lip! 😀 ) because I had to catch the bus all by myself now. And, I didn’t know anybody at Pasteur, or so I thought.
But when I got there I saw a friend from church and she gave me the best. advice. ever. “Get in Drill Team.” (Heeeey Nikki! Thanks, Girl. ❤ How’s Snoopy? )
So, I went there all three years and I remember three things.
1. My English Teacher – Mrs. Brown – She taught me my love for words extemporaneously. LOL Luv ya, Mrs. Brown!!! ❤ ❤
2. Reading The Color Purple. I always thought “Mr. Blank” But, I guess that wouldn’t work in a feature film.
3. Sitting in assembly and noticing that a group of students didn’t say the Pledge of Allegiance to the American flag. That really got my attention. They didn’t even stand up! They just sat right there in their seats while we’re all pledging our allegiance to the flag of this wicked and evil counry of Christian devils who enslave, beat, rape and kill us DAILY! I must’ve already had it in me because I asked them “Why didn’t you say the Pledge of Allegiance?” They said:
“WE HAVE OUR OWN FLAG.“
I didn’t know it then, but I was well on my way to joining the Nation of Islam right then and there.
I took a Computer Class and the extent of our learning how to program a computer was how to make a word or phrase run up, down and around; even sideways (Heeeey Dana!!! LOL) on the screen, ad infinitum.
But the teacher, Mr. Spencer (I wonder if he is a musician, hmmmm???) was soooooo cool. I learned all the words to “Roxanne-Roxanne” in his class. (We couldn’t listen to the radio at home. ) Now that I remember him, he had to be a musician. His classes were full of music!
I had him for “Electric Shop” too. When I should have been in “Homemaking Class.” I think mine was the first generation to suffer from the effects of the “Women’s Lib” movement. “Latch-Key Kids….” The removal of “Shop” and “Homemaking” AND Art and Music…. I don’t know why they got rid of the Art and Music. Maybe they just threw out everything fun (Art and Music) and PRACTICAL(Shop [for the fellas] and Homemaking [for the girls] ).
Mr. Spencer noticed my typing one day and asked if I knew how to play the piano. The next thing I know I’m in the school band. I didn’t even know we had a band! They probably just started it back up for me. hee hee hee 😉
It was kinda fun though. I got to play the vibes a little. And I thought it was hella cool, the way the Brother who played the baritone saxophone used to lean to the side and play. I think he used to wear shades too. Salute!
(Something like this 🙂 )
(Heeeey, Ms. Greene, I wish you had let me play the vibes a little more, Dear Sister. 😦 )
I KNOW I SAW A VIDEO OF DINAH WASHINGTON PLAYING THE VIBES SOMEWHERE. BUT I CAN’T FIND IT!!!
I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
Anyway, at some point between Fifth and Ninth Grades (I was thinking Sixth, but judging by the sparkle in my eyes [it mirrors the sparkle in my Fourth Grade pic] in my Eighth grade picture, it may have been further down the road)
Me and my Honey-Bear ran into each other again.
Sparks flew around the playground at Rancho Cienega. We were the only ones there.
Everybody else was watching boring Little League baseball. I’d rather watch paint dry. But it is fun to play. When Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, was among us, in the history of The Nation of Islam, the Believers would join together, on Holy Tuesday (every Tuesday), and enjoy each other’s company.
Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Would WALTZ! with one of the Lucky Sisters, WITH A GLASS OF WATER ON HIS HEAD!!!!!!!
The Believers and The Saviour would play games for prizes, and play baseball.
I used to play softball at the devil’s hell-hole and it must’ve been my first experience, because I remember I used to throw the bat every time I hit the ball. And everybody would yell, “Don’t throw the bat!” So, I used to overdo it. I would carefully, slowly and deliberately, lay the bat down by my feet after I hit the ball and then TAKE OFF!
I can be so dramatic…….
Anyway, we were the only ones at the playground and he must’ve spotted me first because I don’t really remember how our chance encounter commenced.
(Doesn’t “Ro-Ro” look like Ronnie??? Hmmmm????)
Man, we used to have so much fun at the playground back in the day.
The simpy playground equipment they have for our children to play on nowadays is boringcompared to the toys we used to have. The only thing they retained that’s any fun are the swings. It’s hard to find a decent slide nowadays.
We played on the see-saw. It’s too bad they don’t make them like they used to. You could really cement a friendship on the See-Saw. You were completely putting your life in the other person’s feet (smile) all the while, creating a life-long, close-knit bond that can only come from riding a see-saw with the one you love.
That’s probably why they don’t have them anymore. They (American devils) don’t want us to form those types of bonds. They don’t even want them with each other. Mischief and Bloodshed is what they were made for.
But we rode it together anyway.
He pushed me on the Merry-Go-Round and we talked.
I used to love the Merry-Go-Round too, so I’m just having a ball with the man of my dreams and just as happy as I could be, and just as oblivious to the magnitude of the time as I could be too.
I asked him how come he wasn’t playing baseball. His reply was that he plays Basketball. How cool is that?!?!? My Honey is the Dopest. They didn’t have a hoop in the whole park yet he still won’t play boring baseball. Such a showman.
(Ha! You thought I was going to post P.E., huh?!! 😛 You’ve heard that one already. Well, probably more than this one anyway 😉 )
So, I’ve been living in this sober living place ever since I attempted…. 😥
And therein, I’ve lived with Miles and Jimi and they really want me to sing, but it has to be under the right & exact circumstances and it has to be JAZZ.
I was in a bed directly across from that bruja sucia that Marlon Wayans got that thing he does with his nipples from too. There is an underworld in the entertainment industry that I am literally RUNNING from.
Sometimes, when I’m fired up, I fight, but when I do, it brings out such ugliness in people that many times I almost wish I hadn’t. But this is the day when the veil of falsehood MUST be removed and the Truth made manifest. I win anyway.
In the past four months, I’ve been in more physical altercations than I’ve been in my whole life.
I never had a fight until my x-husband’s new wife tried to keep me from seeing his daughter (A.J. #2 🙂 ) I was about 28.
The next fight was when my x-roommate’s boyfriend liked me so……. cheah….. That was when I was 36 in 2008.
After that fight, I talked to Akhi (my Brother) and he told me that The Holy Qur-an states that “Fighting is Ordained.” This is Armageddon, so naturally, we will have to fight this Holy War.
Since March, I’ve been in:
– Two (2) fights with my x-roommate, who was a stripper.
– Three (3) fights with another x-roommate, who was this man/woman “tranny” (trans-sexual Ewwwww!!!!!!! )
– Two (2) fights with the manager where I lived, at whom I had to put a knife to his throat to get him off of me. He’s lucky to be alive.
– One (1) fight with my 6′ 200 lb. x-roommate who lied on me left and right.
– And the last one (1) was with a devil. I have never seen more hate in my life. And, I’ve seen hate. He tried to choke me to death. Devils are SO weak. He was using all his strength and couldn’t even hurt me, much less kill me! Pffffff GTFOOP
Before we got started, he mockingly said, “What are you gonna do, CRY?” Obviously, he doesn’t know LATIFAH ALLAH. OR SHOULD I SAY, لطيفة الله FOOL.
“Weak-boned and stale-faced is what Our Beloved Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) Taught us is what they are. Don’t you fear NONE of them!!!
My Beloved Brothers & Sisters in the America, they were grafted from us! There is no way the copy is as good as the original. Let alone the FOURTH copy! Pfffffff GTFOOP
They are cowards and they are all going to die a coward’s death. ALLAH (GOD) IS NOT GOING TO LET THEM GET AWAY WITH MURDERING THE RIGHTEOUS FOREVER, Believe that! You just try and get out of the way. He is going to wipe them off our Planet. READ THIS (CLICK ON THE PICTURE)
So, that’s nine (9) fights in four months. 2.5 (two and one-half) fights per month if I count the time this Brother tried to rape me by sitting on my bed.
The “Society of the Homeless” has its own set of rules and sitting on someone’s bed is equivalent to raping them. In sha Allah, I’ll write a memoir about it. But I will say this, all of the card-carrying members have been to three places:
* Skid Row * The Psych Ward * Jail.
Anyway, I had to push his big fat ass off my bed with my feet. (I’m not sure if the owner of the bed has to be sitting on the bed for it to be considered rape. I’m not a card-carrying member, so IDK.) Ultimately, had to throw a glass jar at him to get him to leave me alone.
I love throwing glass anyway. Just the anticipation as it soars through the air and then the melody it makes when it breaks is so beautiful. There’s nothing else like it in the world. It’s a good stress-reliever. Lately, I’ve been throwing glass at walls. That’s a completely different sensation altogether. Much more fulfilling. I know, I know, I have issues…….. But you can read WHY! Really.
That fight was the worst, by far, out of them all. Because my chastity was at risk, and Muslim women will fight to the death before we allow someone to defile our Temple. I was shaking afterwards and this was the owner’s driver!
I don’t think he had any idea how strongly I detested his behaviour. He was probably turned on with his sick self. And he was my x-husband’s doppelganger!
You can forget about it, Dookie. Or should I say, Dookie,Sr.
*Who knew the ring was internal/under the skin? 😉 ALLAH!
Anyways…….. since then I’ve moved out and I finally have my own room. I’ve discovered that that was the problem from the first. I’m unlike most people already, PLUS, I’m a Muslimah! There is no way Truth can live with falsehood in peace. It’s like Light and Darkness. They cannot co-exist.
It’s Christianity and Islam. Everybody is trying to get along and work together and whatnot, but it’s never going to work. There is only one way of life and that is ISLAM. Everything else has got to go.
You can think harsh of me if you wish. But, I didn’t come up with this. Allah (God) Did. So, you can take it up with Him. It’s His Way or the Highway (Destruction). That’s the ONLY way we’re ever going to have Peace on Earth.
Allah (God) Is Going to rid the Earth of the Peace-Breakers. There is ONE GOD and He Has ONE WAY OF LIFE – ISLAM. Take it or leave it. But if you leave it, you are going to have to leave OUR Planet. Sayonara!
So, no more fights, In sha Allah; no more idiot boxes (I don’t know how anybody can watch that garbage, but all my roommates do is lay in the bed and watch T.V. all day, every day. No wonder we got in fights! All they ever got out of bed for was to eat or do what comes after eating.
They hated me. I don’t sleep for one. I listen to the radio and sew or read the Holy Qur-an. I always have something to do. But all they do is watch interracial relationships and homosexuality, that’s all I ever saw on T.V.
It would have driven me crazy if I wasn’t already crazy. 😛 But whenever I would find a place away from the madness and “isolate” and be at peace, here comes the manager talking about, it’s “against the rules” to be there. I was like Biz, “Don’t give me that. Don’t give me that! Yo! Bust this!“
Allah is The BEST PLANNER. The owner knows where I am. He has FIVE (5) houses and I was in four of them. After awhile a person’s true colors start to come out. I was straight-up from jump. I liked him too. He had more common sense than anyone I’ve met since I’ve been homeless.
But he is a card-carrying member of the society and his right-hand man pulled my coat and told me I couldn’t go to the fifth house. Why? IDK. But, I know one thing. If they weren’t so afraid of devils, he would do much better. All of his employees are afraid of devils. He would tell them, in introduction, “She doesn’t like white people.” And they would practically trip over themselves in their haste to get away from me.
He also needs to clean up his act. One time, he was about to go to jail. I’m not into drama at all, and try to avoid it at all costs, so I was in my room, enjoying the solitude, while everybody else was outside peeping the action.
But when I found out what was up, I went outside and just my presence caused a change. He had been handcuffed and was sitting in the back of the patrol car when I stepped on the scene. But while everybody else was 200 feet back, I went right up to where the pigs where. I didn’t even say anything. But my presence was felt.
He was like, “You better stand back, Sister. They might start shooting.” I was like “Pfffffff, Allah (God) Created the Steel that their guns are made out of. He Has Power Over His Creation. I Fear Nothing and Noone But Allah.”
Next thing you know, they were un-cuffing him and shooting the breeze. So, of course, they let him go, and I went back in the house. When you patrol the pigs, YOU MUST STAY UNTIL THEY LEAVE. Pigs are just brainless tools for the most part. You can control them with the Help of Allah. But if you leave, they will take the person to jail. When they see you’re not leaving until THEY leave, they ALWAYS let the person/people go.
So, if all you’re going to do is go home and watch T.V., Stay and help your Brother or Sister UNTIL THE POLICE LET THEM GO. And they will. I can almost guarantee it. I’ve done it several times and only once did they take the poor Brother to jail. But this was on Skid Row and they have a different set of rules, as I already mentioned.
But anyway, the owner proved that he loves devils or money or both more than he loves Allah and his own Black People. So, he lets them in his houses and ALL they do is cause trouble among the Righteous. I just happen to not be one of the blissfully ignorant, so I saw it at once and when I realized that he could not be reformed, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Opened A Door Wide Enough For Me To Escape With NO MONEY!!!!!!!
And, I didn’t abscond. I talked to him about what I had in mind well before I was planning to leave, but he just got defensive and real ugly, so I knew there was no point and I better leave soon.
I’m kind of sad thinking about it. I mean, I was there four months and genuinely loved the Brother, kinda like a father figure. We both love Jazz. But when I started moving out, in retrospect, it’s like we were breaking up. And, I haven’t broken up with anyone since 2006. But, that’s what it felt like. A bad break-up. I feel bad now. But all I can do is plant a seed. Allah (God) Has to make is germinate, if it Pleases Him.
Dear Beloved Sisters, I just wrote a blog on how to escape prostitution and I probably should have included this jewel too. Maybe I’ll post a link or something. But, I wasn’t scheduled to receive my money, for about another week, and I really needed to move right away, so I talked to the owner of the place I planned to move into, rather the manager talked to the owner for me, and asked if I could move in early and could she pro-rate (It’s important to use the right terminology) the room to me until I got my money. And, she agreed. I mean, the room is empty anyway, right?
So, I’ve got my own room. It’s a step in the right direction considering four months ago, I was homeless and suicidal. It’ll do while I wait for my Captain to come “save me.” 😛 LOL
Here you go, Beloved Asiatic So-Called American Negroes!!!!
WITH THE HELP OF OUR SAVIOUR,
MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM PRAISES ARE DUE FOREVER,
WE WILL WIN!!!!!!
ALLAH U AKBAR!!!!!! ALLAH IS THE GREATEST!!!!!!
Okay, now Spike directed, what, imo, is the greatest hip-hop video I’ve ever seen (“Scenario“) but he dropped the ball with this one. Boring.
Then, I was going to post the opening credits from the movie, but…… #nasty
Then, I was going to post the album version, but like Spike’s video, it just wasn’t hittin’.
(*Ha! You thought I was going to post Mary Wells, huh? 😉 )
I met my Soulmate, Amad-Jamal Washington, in September of 19 and 79. I was eight (8) years old and he was nine (9) years old.
This was the same month the first commercial rap record, “Rapper’s Delight” was released. I loved it instantly. I used to tell my big cousins, “Play the record with the rainbow on it again!”
I didn’t know it then, but I fell in love with both, Hip-Hop and my Honey at the same time.
The first time I saw my Honey was on the playground before school started. It was a new school for me and my Sister and I had just noticed him when someone blew a whistle and all the children “froze”. So I froze too. I thought that was so fun. 😛 We didn’t do anything like that at West Angeles Christian Academy.
Imagine my surprise when we got in the classroom, and he passed me one of those “I like you…” notes. I didn’t even realize he was the Brother who sent me that note until last year. But I must’ve said “Yes” because we were inseparable after that.
We would be in chapel, standing in a circle and, of course we were by each other and he could rub his feet on the carpet and shock the hell out of me. I used to get soooo frustrated because I couldn’t do it! But there’s been electricity between us ever since.
So, our school went on a camping trip to Blue Jay up in the mountains. I was surprised my mom let us go.
As usual, we were inseparable.
Since being in therapy, I’ve learned the terminology for some of my behavior – “Isolate”. I love to isolate. They act like you’re not supposed to. But they are a part of the devil’s world. Allah (God) Told Me To “Come, out of her!” (Revelation 18:4) So, the devils call it isolating and make it seem like there’s something wrong when you follow Divine Instruction.
So, me and my Honey have always isolated ourselves from when we first met.
So, he found a spot for us and we’re hip-hop, so I’m almost positive it was behind the stairs (I know it wasn’t on the roof 😉 and everybody was looking for us.
I’m sure it was I who moved (I’ve since learned, very well, Honey, how not to be found when I isolate) and one of our female classmates heard. They fell on us like a pack of hungry wolves – Ripped US FROM EACH OTHER’S ARMS and we were never the same.
I cry every time I think about it. I almost made it this time. So, I guess I’m getting over it. Especially since now I know he still loves me.
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Here’s Mary Wells for you, and if you notice, her backup singers are The Temptations. There were only four.
Here’s an example of my being torn sometimes. I love to sing. But I love Allah and Islam (My Hubby/Black People) more. This is an example of the tearing.
I went to buy a sewing machine. Most seamstresses know the two most famous brands are “BROTHER” and “SINGER”.
I BOUGHT A “BROTHER”. I feel like music can be a distraction. If you notice, Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) did not have choirs at The Temple.
At the Salaam Restaurant, there would be Jazz musicians though, so I haven’t completely given up on music, but it has to be with my Honey (“Brother“) 😉
Sisters, you may as well resign yourself to the Actual Fact that we’re ALWAYS going to be looked upon as sex objects by men.
White devil women, our open enemies, have us thinking there’s something wrong with that! Hell, that’s what we were CREATED for!
HELPMATES!
Sure, we do other stuff (housework), but our number one priority is is comforting our husband and that means lovemaking and Tender Loving Care, which equates to sex.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with sex – in its proper place – within the confines of marriage ties. Unfortunately, that is where current society has gone astray, but that does not detract from the initial attraction which is usually purely physical.
When men are alone, with no women, all they talk about are women.
So, stop competing with them – trying to prove you’re equal. Stop it! You are NOT their equal. Women are the WEAKER sex – physically, mentally, intellectually, spiritually and any other “ally” you can think of.
We were CREATED BY THEM. The creation is not the equal of the Creator! And, the sooner we realize and accept that as an actual fact, the sooner we can get to the work of rebuilding our families, our communities, OUR NATION.
EMBRACE YOUR FEMININITY and tell the devil Caucasian woman, she can take her Women’s Lib B.S. and stick it back up her flat ass where it came from.
As for me, I’m going to be perfectly happy and comfortable in my role as the Blackman’s Helpmate. I view it as an honor and a blessing to be a Blackwoman charged with such a noble responsibility. I shall take pleasure in laundering, ironing and mending my husband’s clothes, keeping the dust off the furniture in the home he provides for our family, preparing his meals, rearing his children and keeping him happy so that he feels good to go out and provide us with the necessities of life. This is the proper balance of life – with both of us fulfilling our natural roles.
Knowledge of Self is empowering but more importantly, it is FREEDOM.
Sisters, Let’s Let Our Men Be Men, and go back in the home where we belong. The men you work with every day, when they see you, all they think about is indecencies. Don’t give them the satisfaction. Save that privilege for your husband.
Be one man‘s sex object and BE HAPPY at it. He is. That’s what you were Created for!
“In the fifties, a woman’s achievement was evaluated by the man she married
and her social grace….”
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful & Beloved Black Wives
of the Rulers of the Planet Earth!
الحَمْد لله
Beloved Sisters, the devil Caucasian slavemasters did not civilize us – their slaves – into the arts and sciences of cultured and civilized society. On the contrary, they made it a criminal offense, punishable with imprisonment or death, for teaching one of us – their servitude slaves – how to READ!!! Much less, how to act amongst the civilized people of the earth.
No, they would much rather amuse themselves by wagering one against the other, to determine whose slave would humiliate himself by drinking himself into a stupor before the others.
No, they did nothing in the way of teaching their slaves how to be decent and intelligent human beings. Rather, they commercialized on the destruction of our families, by wrenching the newborn baby, from his poor mother’s arms, only to sell him to the highest bidder.
The skunks of the Planet Earth did not deem it necessary to educate their slaves into the proper way to act to make us fit for acceptance amongst our own people nor any other people of the Planet Earth for that matter. They kept and still keep us ignorant to the Knowledge of our own selves, and forced, beat, whipped and chained the Head of our Households, the Backbone of our Families, Our Protectors and Providers, onto the AUCTION BLOCK, whenever he (the slavemaster) fancied, to be sold into the deep South, where our poor Blackman’s cherished family had no hope of ever seeing their beloved Son, Brother, Husband and Father again.
And, Allah forbid the slavemaster die! Why then WHOLE FAMILIES would be separated from each other and divided amongst the slavemaster’s surviving family members according to the stipulations outlined in his will!!!
In short, it is not without merit to conclude that neither our slavemasters nor their children, under whose oppressive regime we still slave today, had, have, nor will they ever have the decency and intelligence to properly civilize their loyal slaves.
But الحَمْد لله, Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, taught us through His Messenger, The Most Honourable And Humble Elijah Muhammad, (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) the value and importance of doing something for ourselves. WE MUST QUALIFY OURSELVES FOR THE RULE OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.
Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers, Do Not Ever Think You Will EVER See Examples of CULTURED, REFINED and CIVILIZED SOCIETY On Television Or In The Movies.
I REPEAT, DO NOT EVER THINK YOU WILL EVER SEE EXAMPLES OF CULTURED, REFINED, CIVILIZED SOCIETIES ON TELEVISION OR IN THE MOVIES!!!!!!!!
Not even the President of the United States and his family accurately represent the High Society Allah (God) Has vouchsafed for us – His Chosen People – The So-Called American Negroes.
And, you definitely will not see any type of entertainer nor nouveau riche technology tycoon demonstrating such high culture.
Barrack Obama or any POTUS is merely the façade behind whom the real devil decision-makers veil their evil and deceitful dealings. Barry is just the mouthpiece for the devil slavemaster capitalists whom you will never see. They are always is back boardrooms, behind closed doors, determining the fate of the 85 per cent and figuring out how they can make the most money off of us.
However, when they are not in the boardrooms, they are out with their wives socializing at each other homes and other events out on the town. This is the societal life which is never seen by the plebeian, however, as the Rulers of the New World Order, this luxe quality of life is exemplary of the style in which Our Saviour Allah, wants us to become acquainted and well-versed.
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Beloved Sisters, there was a time, not so long ago, when all of the people of the planet earth practiced proper civilized behaviour. However, over the past six decades, morals and values have deteriorated to the unfortunate state of debauchery into which my generation (X) was thrust (born into).
The 1950s was the last decade to witness and enjoy a cultured and civilized society among the general populace.
* Nuclear Families Prevailed
* Suits, hats and gloves were every day attire
* Swearing was relegated to groups of adult men only – never to be heard in the presence of women and children.
* Intimacy was reserved for married couples and never ventured out of the privacy of their bedrooms.
We, Black People (who are my only concern), have deviated so far off from the path of civilized, refined behaviour that the proponent of a return to such a decent and intelligent way of life is derided and looked upon as a crazy person.
Nevertheless, With the Help of Allah (God), it can and shall be done, إن شاء الله
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“Look the Part; Be the Part!”
There are many things we must do to qualify ourselves for the rule.
* First and foremost, READ MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA. Click here to read now.
* Secondly, READ HOW TO EAT TO LIVE. Click here to read now.
* Thirdly, STUDY, STUDY, STUDY any and EVERYTHING you can get your hands on by Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him). YouTube is a good resource. However, I MUST WARN YOU – Do Not Read books or listen to people talk ABOUTThe Honourable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH)!!!
READ AND LISTEN TO WHAT HE HAD TO SAY and then YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN INFORMED OPINION BASED ON HIS OWN DIVINE SUPREME WISDOM TEACHINGS AND NOT ON LIES AND PROPAGANDA DEVISED BY HIS, YOUR AND MY ENEMIES, FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF VILIFYING HIM SO THAT YOU WILL REJECT HIS TEACHINGS AND THUS REJECT YOUR OWN SALVATION.
Now Sisters, while you’re in the process of attaining Knowledge of Self and educating, uplifting and nourishing your INTERNAL SELF (mental/spiritual), we must also actively work toward the improvement of our OUTWARD SELF (appearance). And, be the paradigm of decent and intelligent women, destined to shine as guides for the rest of the women on the Earth.
I have already written a basic guideline highlighting the basics of decent and acceptable fashion for the modest and wholesome woman, whom we are by nature. Click here. However, as members of the Upper Echelon of High Society we must maintain wardrobes that reflect the rich and luxurious, RIGHTEOUS lifestyle, Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Has destined for us.
Generally, when it comes to Fashion, there are two determining factors to consider when choosing what or what not to wear.
I. OCCASION
II. TIME OF DAY
*Disclaimer* For the sake of familiarity, I have retained the use of the word “cocktail” although in The New World Order, there will be a complete cessation of the consumption of alcoholic beverages. Furthermore, as a knower of what we can expect in the future, I have no reservations about the wearing of animal skins (fur). They (animals) were put here for us to both wear their skins and also to partake of as food (fish).
Pay no attention to the babies’ (Caucasian devils’) affected concern for endangered species. (They say the same about us ) Our animals have been on our planet since before the devils were even made. And, they will be here after the devils are destroyed.
As I was saying… A typical evening out begins at 5 with a “Cocktail” Party. Then there are three different classes of events.
* THE BIG DINNER AT A PRIVATE HOME
* AN OPENING OR GALA THEATRE
* BENEFIT BALLS AND BIG DANCES
“Cocktail” Party Attire
Typically, “Cocktail” dresses are short, but in The New World, the decent and intelligent refined woman of class and culture always wears ankle-length dresses and skirts that completely cover the legs.
Her outerwear matches the dress. The hair is completely covered by a matching headpiece and appropriate “cocktail” gloves complete her ensemble.
* A note about earrings
The other night, my roommate was watching a show about an affluent Black family, when the wife had a reflective moment where she sat down at her vanity, pondering her current drama, while gazing in the mirror at her beautiful reflection. She then, thoughtfully and pensively began removing her opulent jewelry.
I’ve seen this scene play out numerous times in different dramas, never with a Black actress I might add however, but when this Sister removed her earrings she had to use BOTH HANDS!!!!!! I was floored! This scene was completely foreign to me and contrary to every law of jewelry removal according to every flick I had ever seen. So utterly and completely WRONG!
EVERY single woman I had previously seen remove her ear ornamentation, merely put her hand to her lower ear, grasped the ring and simply pulled it off! We’ve all seen it. The femme fatale, demurely pulls off a clip-on before putting the phone to her ear, without a second thought.
Now, this Sister, using TWO HANDS, and I had an epiphany. Civilized women don’t pierce their ears! I’m sorry, Khemetists, you can cite the Ancient Egyptians and disagree but I maintain that it’s self-mutilation – like tattoos.
I know some of you may not like to hear (read) this, but speaking from the point of view of someone who has both (piercings and tattoos), I can say with authority that they are both forms of self mutilation. If you knew better, you would do better!
We MUST abandon these current (and ancient) trends that stifle our progress, no matter how popular they are amongst lay people, and rise to a higher standard of living. Be strong, Sisters! We Are Trailblazers. Be forewarned, there is going to be much opposition, especially from our children.
I vividly remember, BEGGING my mother to allow me to get my ears pierced. She didn’t want to, but importunate persistence from a precocious eight-year-old can triturate even the most formidable of adversaries. Be FIRM. Decency is laughed at and mocked in this day and time we live in. Be Teflon, Sisters….. Impervious Steel Teflon! And don’t pierce your or your daughters’ ears! (If you haven’t already)
Okay, back to the “Cocktail” Party….. My research shows that brooches worn on the left are suitable for “cocktail” parties and I’ve always loved brooches. (Think late eighties paisley 😉 ) But up until just now, I was thinking “Cameos” and I thought wouldn’t it be lovely to wear a Cameo with the image of a Blackwoman instead of those horrid caveys? So, I Googled it and only found these. Here’s an Idea for one of you enterprising D.I.Y.ers, manufacture brooches with images of beautiful historical Blackwomen! I smell a resurgence! 🙂
My Personal Favorite
I recently met a Sister who makes jewelry and she happened to sell the above Blackwoman cameo.
You dress should be complemented by a small-fabric covered handbag with matching pumps in suede or fabric dyed to match your dress.
And, I might add here, Sisters – I just Googled the above and was mortified by the selection. Today’s fashion is so trashy. But All Praise is due to Allah for YouTube. It’s easy to make your own handbag and shoes too. Keep Hope Alive! 😛
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BIG DINNER AT A PRIVATE HOME
I can’t WAIT for my husband and I to host our first formal dinner – the professionally French trained executive chef! We’re an old-fashioned couple, so this type of evening suits us perfectly. We revel in the lost art and science of entertaining, emphasizing chivalry, modesty, and demurity. We are most comfortable in formal/upscale attire and settings. And, good-natured, clean, wholesome fun is our forte. Big Dinners at our Private Home are sure to be memorable extravaganzas which will leave guests talking for months. Look for your invite!
Here’s what to wear: *M.G.T. Garments with pants-skirts or ankle-length maxi dresses complemented by a matching small fur capelet in ermine
or pale mink
When it comes to table etiquette, Sisters, always take your cues from your hostess. Here is a link to a video that will give you a better idea of proper decorum at a formal Dinner.
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OPENINGS AND GALA THEATRE
Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) Taught Us That, “WE MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF!”
Well, I’m extremely happy to report that we are doing it! Finally, Black People are waking up and becoming business-minded and taking their destiny into their own hands, instead of willingly putting their and their families lives into the avaricious hands of the devil Caucasian slavemasters.
This means, Opening Celebrations! Restaurant Grand Openings, CD Release Listening Parties, Art Gallery Exhibitions, Movie Premieres, Operas and Orchestral Performances as well as Broadway Theatre Openings. All of these events open with Red Carpet regalia and we must be dressed in show-stopping garments when in attendance.
The rules are generally the same as for the Big Dinner at a private home with one exception: substitute the capelet, in favor of a long fur chinchilla
or a full-length cashmere
or alpaca wool with a satin lining.
*F.Y.I.*
Here is a list of furs you might want to tuck into your hubby’s sportcoat 😉 or just pick the one you like best. My hubby knows what I like better than I do. I’m just lucky I guess. 😉
Persian Lamb
Russian Broadtail
Beaver
Snow Leopard
Sealskin
(Love this!!)
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CHARITY BENEFIT BALL AND BIG DANCES
Undoubtedly, there are going to be organizations holding fundraisers for noble causes and what better occasion to get all dolled up and beautiful while on the arm of the most handsome and powerful Supreme Beings in the Universe – Our Husbands – The Asiatic Blackman.
For these events and other Big Party Celebrations always wear full-length garments in any “after 5” fabric.
Brocade
Velvet
Satin
Taffeta
Faille
Sisters, keep in mind that all this is for the upliftment of our husbands, without whom none of this would be possible. If you look back to the time when people were more civilized, decent and intelligent, women were only known by their husbands’ names. Mrs. Amad-Jamal, et al. Not only did we not keep our maiden names (as is the trend nowadays, Come on Jada, Be Jada Smith!) and take our husband’s last name – WE ALSO TOOK HIS FIRST NAME! Which is why I, proudly go by Mrs. Amad-Jamal.
We understood and embraced our role as “HELPMATES” and did not seek any personal recognition. We were and should still be happy to give our husbands’ the honor and respect they so rightfully deserve as the Gods of the Universe. Our joy and happiness comes in knowing that everything they do, they do for us.
*Note*
Silk is NEVER to be worn during the day, and our daughters must be at least eighteen (18) to wear black – with the exception of black velvet.
(I had a black velvet dress as a young girl that I will never forget. It had a lace peter pan collar and puffed cap sleeves and I absolutely adored wearing it. It was gorge! 😉 I felt so glamorous. Every little girl should have at least one.)
Pair up your garment with a matching fur stole or ephemeral chiffon or tulle wrap
and white or pale suede, glacé kid or doeskin gloves.
Loose-fitting sheath ball dress of pale chiffon or satin brocade with a single back panel hanging like a train. Something like this but not so tight and with both sleeves.
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ACCESSORIES
From Lunch to “Cocktails”, pearls are appropriate. I’m sure you remember those happy homemakers baking chocolate chip cookies while wearing a dress, an apron and a string of pearls. 😉 That’s us.
However, for Dinner, DIAMONDS ARE A MUST!
A word of caution, Ladies, Diamonds are only to be worn by women OVER 30! Women under thirty may only wear diamond engagement rings. Other than that women must be at least 30 to wear the most damage-resistant and longest lasting element in the Universe.
For these privileged women, Diamond chokers, diamond pendants, diamond CLIP earrings, heavy diamond bracelets and even diamond tiaras are all heavily praised and admired at nighttime social gatherings.
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GLOVES
In Islam, we are instructed to always wear gloves when we go out among the public. Gloves, as well as clothes, shoes, and headpieces are much more than fashion statements. They protect us from filth, sickness and disease that can result as a part of just being out in the elements among the public. Our outfits are not complete without a pair of gloves.
I can bear witness to the sanitation benefits of always wearing gloves. Once I walked into a pharmacy, wherein the pharmacist was lecturing his employees on the importance of employing gloves to prevent the spread of sickness and disease.
Gloves must always be worn on basic errands or excursions into town. Our social engagements are not limited to evenings out with the hubbies. We also have women’s events that are required to boost the ties of Sisterhood and strengthen our Black families and community.
Here is a desultory list of concourse events that we should attend.
*Weddings
*Sunday Lunches al fresco
*Ladies Club & Restaurant Luncheons
*Afternoon Tea
*Shopping
*City Weekends / Country Weekends
*Daylight Dining
*Garden Parties
*Mornings In Town
*Horse Shows
*Tennis Matches
*Polo Races
Canasta
*Dominoes 😉
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GLOVES
Here is a list of must-have gloves.
*kid or suede
*one-button
*slightly cuffed or slit at the wrists
FOR SUMMER
– short white gloves
– hand-stitched white pique linen, soft cotton or nylon jersey knit
– white capeskin for cooler days
(capeskin is a leather made from South African sheepskin)
FOR FALL
Natural peccary skin
Call me unobservant, Sisters, but I hardly looked at the picture next to these gloves. But I just learned that that is a PIG!
I should have know this society (white devil Caucasian) praises the filthy poison animal as there it were a god. They have several hundred foods with the poison swine or its byproducts under different names. We must be careful at all times. They slip it into everything, just to make us disobey the Divine Law of Allah (God) as they were made to do.
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER wear any type of skin belonging to the filthy poison pig/hog/swine family. Never use any type of product derived from these animals either (boar’s hair brushes for example.)
The hog is 1000 per cent poison and the Bible tells us not to even TOUCH its carcasses.
I emphatically apologize and implore you to purchase gloves using one of the many, many other animal or synthetic skins available.
or crocheted string and leather to be worn with tweed outfits.
HANDBAGS
“Town” bags – small, leather bag always carried on the wrist,
held with bent arm near the hip as ornamentation.
Country weekends require a larger shoulder-strap bag or large tote
SHOES
As a general rule
DAYWEAR – MATCH SHOES WITH HANDBAG
EVENING – MATCH SHOES WITH DRESS FABRIC
But with sleeves……..
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FOUNDATION GARMENTS
In order for our combinations to have the perfect fit and finish, we must begin with the proper foundation garments.
waist-liners
girdles
and brassiers (bras)
Nightgowns, slips and petticoats are considered as lingerie.
With pants-skirts, we should always wear a foundation of pettipants.
STOCKINGS
Always wear flesh-coloured stockings. Stockings are generally classified according to their denier and gauge, which indicates sheerness.
Lighter weight and tone are prevalent for evening wear.
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Beloved and Beautiful Sisters, I realize that this was a rather lengthy entry, but appearance is crucial as it leaves a lasting impression that is very hard to alter once imprinted.
The garments that we are to wear for such auspicious occasions can be very costly (upwards of $2,500) if purchased Haute Couture (made to order). Naturally, our husbands will purchase it out of love for us, In Sha Allah (If it pleases Allah), but we are charged with the Divine Duty of being HELPMATES to our husbands – and not burdens.
I have written enough times to make you nauseous, on the import of knowing how to sew our own garments. With the Help of Allah and YouTube, anything you can conceive, you can achieve.
#1 – PURCHASE A SEWING MACHINE (If you haven’t already)
#2 Peruse magazines (or as we fashionistas refer to them “books“), Pinterest, Instagram, pattern books and wherever else you can find images of beautiful garments and settle on the BEST part.
Design clothes that you like, will flatter you and MAKE YOUR HUSBAND PROUD and then CREATE THEM!
We are GODDESSES, Sisters, endowed with the Supreme Ability and Power of CREATION. All we have to do is say “Be!” and it is.
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