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I have a degree in Journalism and have always had an intense love affair with words.
I love them and they love me!
I love the ones that sound melodious like music. Say “applicable” or “palatable” out loud. “infallible” “antagonistic” “scarce”
You just sound intelligent using these words. Ivy League. Knawmean?
Pragmatic vs Practical
The key difference between pragmatic and practical is their usage; pragmatic is mainly used to refer to a way of thinking whereas practical can be used to refer to people, concepts, objects, etc.
I am anxiously awaiting the beginning of the month (February) (Happy Belated Birthday, Rakim!!!) so I can open the next chapter in my life.
I really want to go back to Orleans, but I feel like Allah Wants me to revisit the A. (A-Town Stompin’ 😉 ) I might stomp through and then go to OHHHHHH! I forgot about my appointment. If it wasn’t Mardi Grasseason, I might risk it. But I think, no I KNOW there are going to be a lot of people going to NO for Mardi Gras. And they’ve probably already started parading, if it’s anything like last year.
I don’t want to miss my appointment. I’ve been trying to get one since last July! So cheah. NOLA it is. FIRST.
I didn’t go to the A, last year, or whenever (this month) I left NOLA. And, I’m really regretting it because I went to Taj Mahal when I got back to L.A., and they had Pineapple Body Oil but it was watered down! I am so disappointed because I recommend them all the time.
Muhammad’s cousin is in The A and he watered down his oils but I didn’t know Muhammad did it too! I called myself telling Muhammad on his cousin, pfffffff. Muhammad needs to be told on himself! He always looks guilty. But I’m telling Allah anyway.
I had a funny feeling about him from the beginning but still patronized him because he gave me free stuff. But I’m going to go back to DAWAH on 48th and Crenshaw or whereever they are. They have the WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD smelling good. Like when I went to New York. It smelled so good!
I should have known DAWAH on 48th and Crenshaw was better on the strength of their name. DAWAH means to teach people about Islam in Arabic and convert them to Islam. Proselytize, iow.
And Taj Mahal is named after some shrine to a leader of India’s wife! I wonder what it means in English. BRB
It translates to “CROWN MOTHER.”
DAWAH is much better. As far as the name goes. But they’re hypocrites and treated me funny the last time I went there.
Even the store in The A was prejudiced.
So, I don’t know.
I need a connect in Africa for my shea and cocoa butters and Arabia for my oils and incense so I can order my stuff direct. One day, In Sha Allah (If it Pleases Allah).
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I still want to go to 1520 Sedgwick, In sha Allah, but I’m sure Zawji wants to take me. Since we grew up together; with Hip-Hop as the background music. ❤ ❤ ❤ 😉
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I am so thankful I did not have to sleep outside last night. Every night it’s like a spiritual battle trying to make sure I have a safe place to sleep. It is making your Sister Captain very humble. Allahu Akbar! (Allah is the GREATEST!)
I even had the opportunity to have breakfast twice!
It’s sad how fat these women have gotten. Food is abundant on Skid Row. You have to be careful. I was gone about a year and some have picked up weight and aged so much you would think I was gone ten years.
And I wonder if they even know they’ve gained weight. Clothes are abundant also, so they may not even realize they’ve outgrown their old clothes….. Hmmmm…….
Anyway, I’m ghost next month, In Sha Allah. Allah sent me a reminder to be mindful of my food intake. It’s hard to eat one meal a day when you’re not sure when your next meal is going to be. I mean, I know I said food is plenteous but you never know what’s going to happen when you’re dependent on others who are not your Zawji. Even though, really I am dependent on Zawji. Everything I have is because of Him.
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So, for some reason I can’t remember, those three “See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil” monkeys have been in my head.
I downloaded a picture but Allah Won’t Let me post it. I can’t find the one I really wanted and you’ve all seen them anyway.
The first one is covering his eyes, the second one has his index fingers in his ears, the third is covering his mouth.
I bet you didn’t know there’s a fourth.
He’s covering his private parts and it symbolizes “DO no evil.”
What?!?!?!!!
Right.
DO NO EVIL too.
They’re called “The Four Wise Monkeys.”
I used to be embarrassed when I saw them. Thinking they had something to be ashamed of. Like they were embarrassed because they had done something wrong, but in actuality, it’s the exact opposite.
They are trying NOT to even see, hear, say or DO anything wrong!!!
America corrupts everything and tries to change good into bad.
I could not believe some of the things that came up when I Googled them.
You will have to do that yourself, if you want to find out, because I am not going to entertain it here!!!
BOTTOM LINE
SEE NO EVIL. Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him Taught us to “Cast Your Eyes In ANOTHER DIRECTION.“
SPEAK NO EVIL. Gossip is one of the worst things you can do. I hate it. Someone once told me they had heard I was in the alley smoking crack! I can laugh about it now, but at the time, I was incredulous. I still can’t believe that people can outright lie like that. But I know it originated with Yakub and his made devils. Then and there I realized that people will say anything and everything to try and get people to think negatively about you.
DO NO EVIL. Cover your private parts. And, treat people the way YOU want to be treated, not the way you HAVE been treated.
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They’re having something called “Night on Broadway” or something downtown and I walked through on my way home last night. That store that sells the hats with my new logo was open and it’s Black-owned (low-key). (You know we can’t let devils know we own stuff or they’ll boycott us. Black people too, unfortunately. 😥 )
Anyway, the owner gave me a pink one. I feel so proud. I’ve seen Brothers and others rockin’ ’em, but not any Sisters. I’m the O.G.
I made a video on Facebook of me in it. I was going to screenshot it, but for some reason Allah is not allowing me to post any pictures to this entry.
Want me to try again?
K
BRB
I have a Google Chromebook and the videocamera playback quality sucks. You can’t even make out the “L.A.” I’ma try and take a snapshot of myself. BRB
Okay, I took a snapshot, but Allah Still Will not allow me to post any pictures.
The logo is so cute. It’s like the traditional L.A. logo but in cursive kinda.
I posted pictures of the hats a while ago on Facebook.
If you REALLY want to see it, it’s just like this, but smaller and pinker. 😉
I’m pretty sure they’re doing the Night on Broadway again today.
They’re doing something because the bus took a detour.
In Sha Allah, I’ll go by again. I’ve got two hours to kill before they start letting us in the shelter. So, why not?
It was fun and I got to see the cutest kid bands. They were devils, but one had a Brother Bass Player and a speckled-up girl singer. They did all original material too! I didn’t ask, but she sang them like they were original songs.
Hopefully, I’ll have as good a time as I had last night, In Sha Allah.
It beats sitting outside with a bunch of chain-smoking homeless women.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Bebies!
If you break down the word “essential,” the root word is essence.
According to www.Merriam-Webster.com
Definition of “ESSENCE”
1a: the permanent as contrasted with the accidental element of being b: the individual, real, or ultimate nature of a thing especially as opposed to its existence<a painting that captures the essence of the land> c: the properties or attributes by means of which something can be placed in its proper class or identified as being what it is
2: something that exists :entity (*I wish they had given us an example of how it is used in this instance in a sentence because I don’t get it)
3a(1): a volatile substance or constituent (as of perfume) (2): a constituent or derivative possessing the special qualities (as of a plant or drug) in concentrated form; also: a preparation of such an essence or a synthetic substitute b:odor, perfume
4: one that possesses or exhibits a quality in abundance as if in concentrated form <she was the essence of punctuality>
5: the most significant element, quality, or aspect of a thing or person <the essence of the issue>
Just about every one of these definitions pertains to the topic of this blog. I want to list some things that I like to make sure I am never without. Some things I keep on me, like the olive oil and the spoon, others are good just to have in the house. (If you have one 🙂 )
The definition that stands out to me is 3a(2) : a constituent or derivative possessing the special qualities in concentrated form and 4: one that possesses these qualities in abundance and in concentrated form. These things embody the essence of my personality, in concentrated form, in my opinion.
Everyone of them embody an aspect of me. They are all sensual (sense is also a root of the word essential)
Definition of “SENSUAL”
1: relating to or consisting in the gratification of the senses
They are all useful, healthy and overally (you know I make up words 😉 ) good for you. And I think any of these things could be used to represent me or any person in tune with themselves and the world around us.
OMG I would be lost without baking soda. The sense of smell is right up there on my list of most essential senses right after hearing and then sight and it is EXTREMELY important to me. I have a very sensitive sense of smell. I can walk in your house and tell you what type of oil you cooked your dinner in. Seriously.
If you want to keep your house smelling good, keep some baking soda hidden somewhere in every room. You already know to keep some in the fridge. I had some in my medicine cabinet because I use it to brush my teeth and mix it with olive oil for deodorant (NEVER USE ANTIPERSPIRANT – IT CAUSES BREAST CANCER BY PREVENTING YOUR SWEAT GLANDS FROM FUNCTIONING) and when the time came for me to move, I was packing it up and I smelled it and Oh My God, it smelled HEAVENLY! It absorbed my natural scent and I smell good! 😛
If you have a pet, you DEFINITELY need to keep baking soda in your house. Nothing is worse than pet odors. Nothing is worse than a bad odor period. Any bad odor. If you have a child who has trouble controlling his or her bladder, if you have foot odor, food odors, body odor, ANY TYPE OF ODOR, put some baking soda wherever the odor appears (bed, carpet, shoes, &c.), let it sit, and clean it up after the odor goes away. AND IT WILL GO AWAY.
You can keep a little bag in your purse, in your dresser or anywhere you want to be FRESH!!!
I travel a lot and recommend it for anyone who does. Even if you just go alot of places around town as opposed to sitting in the house and only going out to run errands. If you like to take in the sights and sounds of your own city and see and do interesting and fun and exciting things on a regular basis, I recommend keeping a bottle of Olive Oil in your home or on your person.
As soon as I reach a new city, I like to thank Allah for my safe arrival, wash thoroughly (baths are my preference, you can put some olive oil in the water too) and then rub olive oil all over my body, focusing on my healthy feet and legs, which Allah Has Blessed Me to be able to travel with while I say prayers of thanksgiving.
(This means “All Praise Is Due To Allah” in the Arabic language – the language of Allah and our righteous foreparents – the aboriginal Black People of the Earth)
I see a lot of crippled people or practically crippled people shuffling slowly, painfully and laboriously along with walkers, canes or in wheelchairs, and I always offer my help and silently thank Allah at that moment for my good health and ability to travel with ease.
I also thank Him by traveling. He Blessed me with the good health and the ability, so I want to show Him how much I appreciate His Blessings and travel often. I just got back in L.A. and I’m already thinking about when I’m going back to New Orleans.
It’s good to carry Olive Oil on your person because I am ALWAYS meeting someone with some type of ailment and I get to play Good Samaritan and share my olive oil so they can apply it to wherever they hurt.
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LEMONS
Lemons, as well as baking soda, are a must have to remove stains and when I had my own place I was ruthless with stains. Especially raising a boy. I always say the difference between raising boys and girls is “grass stains” LOL
Lemons are also good to keep on deck because, when coupled with honey, you always have a healthy and sweet NATURAL beverage. It’s also good when heated up, if you have a cold.
Lemon water is good to drink if you just feel icky. You can feel it as it works, coursing through your body and eliminating it of any enemies (germs).
I never use sugar. I keep a honey bear in my purse and take it everywhere I go. If I get a cup of coffee somewhere, I always have my own honey available.
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A SPOON
I don’t know about you, but I love ice cream and when I get that feeling, I need some frozen milk (cream) and honey healing. LOL And it’s always handy to have a REAL spoon in your bag. You don’t have to worry about finding one or when you do, having it be of inferior quality. I also hate those little coffee stirrer thingies. They never do the job. I always have a puddle of sugar at the bottom of the cup. That is until I started using honey and carrying my own spoon! 😉 And don’t get me started on those wooden “eights” they try to pass off as spoons. Ever got a splinter on your lip?
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A WHITE FACE TOWEL
This is really for my homeless people, but it can’t hurt to be prepared. You never know when you may get caught stuck somewhere overnight and need to wash your face. It is good to keep a white face towel handy to wipe up any and everything from your face to little spills.
It’s better than carrying napkins or wipes or paper towels because it’s sturdier and can be reused. And it has to be white to make sure you stay REALLY clean.
I have carried wipes though. But I like to make my own and keep them at home. But you can get a little travel case of wipes. And oftentimes, wipes are disinfectant too. But if you want to wash your face, I wouldn’t recommend the disinfectant kind.
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WATER
For cleaning or drinking. I prefer SPRING WATER. But beware, Brothers and Sisters, because the devil is putting water out there and calling it “spring” or “Artesian” water and it tastes like gutter water. LOL They are straight up liars! Stick to the brands you know (Arrowhead, Crystal Geyser, Sierra, Fiji) and don’t be trying to keep up with their new brands, lest you find yourself keeping up with them to the grave.
If you are just going to be using it for cleaning or putting it in your iron or something, then of course, it doesn’t matter. But I’ve heard distilled is best for electrical products like your car or iron.
I used to keep stacks of cases of water bottles in my house. You know, we Muslims, are always prepared in case of an emergency and I would highly recommend keeping water stored up. We are living in the last days and you never know when you might need it. Stock up when they go on sale.
Also, keep water in your car and in your bag or somewhere handy, just in case you have a coughing fit and can’t clear your lungs.
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CREOLE SEASONINGS
I heard Method Man carries Seasoning Salt and I used to carry Garlic Salt until I went to New Orleans and got hip to the Creole Seasonings. Oh, and I think Bey and Michelle carry hot sauce. 😉
Whichever you prefer, but, there is nothing worse (except a bad odor 😛 ) than ordering a salmon steak and it’s flavourless. So, always keep your handy-dandy seasoning on deck.
When I go to the hospital, I make them give me Tea Tree Oil
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INCENSE/SAGE
If you wanna upgrade from the baking soda…. Don’t even light it. Just carry it around. And whenever you give somebody something or let them see something in your bag, they’ll say, “Why does this smell so good?” 😉
The sage is essential for cleaning up negative vibes. Also for bringing good energy and blessings.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Black Bebies!!!
I came across this post from Facebook and thought it would be good to share.
As Muslims, we do not carry weapons because we put our faith in Allah, who Created the steel that the weapons are made out of and Allah Has Power over His Creation. So we trust in Him to defend us from our enemies and “their” weapons.
The Holy Qur’an states that “fighting is ordained” and we are living in a War, so naturally, we will all have to fight eventually.
Say Allah U Akbar!!! (Allah is the Greatest!!!) and kill him or her if they are a devil Caucasian, but if it is your Brother or Sister, just get them off of you.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!2. Learned this from a tourist guide. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,
DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you… Chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse.
RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! OR JUMP ON HIS BACK AND WRESTLE HIM TO THE GROUND DEPENDING ON HOW BRAVE YOU FEEL.3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy.. The driver won’t see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.
DON’T DO THIS!) The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,
and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE. YOU CAN DO WHATEVER IT IS WHEN YOU GET TO YOUR NEXT DESTINATION.
If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, Repeat:
DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead gun the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes bail out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
A.) Be aware: look around you, look under your car, look inside your car, at the floor,
and in the back seat. Have your keys ready before you begin your walk to your car.
B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
C.) Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to get a guard/policeman or somebody to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.) It is good to have an escort anytime you have to walk anywhere. I’ve asked Brothers on several occasions to walk me somewhere. I want to make them know that not everyone is afraid of them and that we, their women, actually LOOK TO THEM FOR PROTECTION from our and THEIR REAL OPEN ENEMIES, the devil Caucasians.
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!
7. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked ‘for help’ into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim. Always Ask Allah before you offer help to someone. A real man would feel like less than a man taking help from a woman anyway.
8. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her ‘Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.’ The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, ‘We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.’ He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby’s cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby. Always use caution when something unusual happens that might bring you to your door.
Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbors! Please pass this on.
I’d like you to forward this to all the people you know.
It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle.
This blog took an entirely different turn when I listened to this number. I never knew the lyrics were about me and Zawji. *sigh*
But anyway…
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Sweet Babies!!!
My Sweet Zawji had to have me come all the way down South to the Bayou to teach me how to finally be a Lady. It’s so funny because I’ve always been associated with the term “Lady.” My rap name in High School (I hated it) was “Lady Rycee” LOL Man, memories… And I’ve always been girlie even though I was tomboyish at times. I was a cheerleader in High School, Drill Team Captain and later known at the club for this pink dress that had ruffles and was very “lady-ish”. I still wear puffed sleeves. And some other stuff I can’t think of now, like making sure my nails were always on point. I think I wrote about it before. Zawji used to call me his “Lady.” (smile)
But, I had to learn how not to hop fences and climb trees and climb out of windows anymore. That was a hard lesson to learn. Being a lady means you have to wait for the gentleman with the key to let you in through the door. And my son didn’t call me “Impatientifah” when my name was Latifah, for nothing. 😛
However, if I were to hop the fence and climb through the window when I lock myself out, I would be depriving my Sweet Zawji of the privilege of coming to my rescue! And deep down ALL men think they’re Superman. LOL So, Sisters, even if he makes you wait to teach you a lesson in competence, don’t be fooled. He really enjoys playing the hero.
You would think not climbing through windows at 45 would be common sense, but this was an extremely hard lesson for the kid. I’ve neverneeded a man for stuff I felt I could easily do myself like opening doors, changing light bulbs, opening jars, getting stuff down off of high shelves, carrying luggage, &c. I’ve always been able to “make it do what it do.” But I have to be a lady now and let Zawji do those things for us.
But trust and believe me when I tell you, Zawji had to have me sit outside ALL NIGHT LONG AND HALF THE NEXT DAY to teach my hard head how to be a real LADY. I still feel humbled just thinking about the ordeal. He knew I could have hopped the fence at any time. But deep down I WANT TO BE A LADY. So, I sat there and counted the stars and gazed at the moon and the beautiful sunrise and then watched everybody on their way to work. It was lunchtime before somebody FINALLY came and unlocked the door. Lesson Learned.
If I thought I was going to starve or something, I still KNOW HOW to hop the fence if my or our children’s life depended on it, which is why the M.G.T. (women and girls in the Nation of Islam) wear the pants-skirt. Just in case of an emergency, we are never caught unprepared. After all, we live under the shadow of death in America, so we have to be practical.
But to be honest, I just don’t feel right hopping fences anymore. I feel silly. Like I’m too old or something. Even though health-wise, I feel better than I did when I was sixteen and hopping a fence is just as easy. It’s mental. I don’t feel right anymore.
I think staying out all night had that added affect.
Like it changed my biological make-up or something hormonal probably.
In any case, it works out best for the both of us. The more ladylike I am, the more gentlemanly HE CAN BE. Men are created physically and mentally superior for a reason. Sisters, let’s humble ourselves and let them exercise and utilize all that strength. Why should we struggle with things that come so easily for them? Let’s be ladies and let them be gentlemen. It makes so much sense.
(She should have said, “You know a lot about sports, but you don’t know much about BOYS!”)
(Sometimes, a lady takes the blame for the Brothers. Authority figures usually go easier on girls. A girl around boys makes stuff happen too. “…The score is One Love… ❤ “)
I admit, we have a history much different from other women of earth, which makes being ladylike more difficult for us because we were so far removed from being ladies due to our history of slavery where we were forced to work just as hard as any man. Let’s kill that “strong Black woman” idea and be weak and dependent on our men like the devil woman is, or used to be, on her man back in the days of lace gloves and parasols. I mean really, what woman doesn’t want to be pampered, catered to and treated like royalty?
Let’s fawn over our men and let them floss their masculinity. It makes them feel macho. Especially when you say stuff like, “Oh my! I’ll never be able to open this jar. You’re such a big, strong, powerful Blackman. Could you open it for me, please?” and bat your eyelashes at him. LOL They LOVE that. I’ve never had a man refuse me ANYTHING when I ask like that. I’ve had Brothers carry furniture, luggage, groceries and anything else I need for BLOCKS!!! And I love dripping syrupy compliments all over them while we walk. 😉 They get to flex their muscles and we get to show them how much we love and appreciate the most physically, mentally and intellectually Supreme Being in the Universe – The Asiatic Blackman.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Beautiful And Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers & Sisters
A few years ago someone told me that a college professor told them that his students couldn’t read handwriting in cursive. She said that when the students saw cursive handwriting they asked, “What is that?“
This shocked me, but I didn’t really believe it until my son told me recently that he is the ONLY person in his whole school (High School) who can write in cursive. He’s known for it around campus. I homeschooled him and made sure that his handwriting was beautiful and perfect.
In The Holy Nation of Islam, penmanship is crucial as it is one of the most important means of communicating our thoughts and IDEAS.
Whenever an important business transaction takes place, it is made official by SIGNING YOUR NAME.
I knew the devil taking cursive handwriting out of schools was detrimental but I didn’t realize how much so until yesterday when I was debating with a Brother on Facebook.
He reminded me that to join the Holy Nation of Islam, one is required to write a letter in PERFECT penmanship. And if it is not PERFECT the letter is rejected and membership is denied.
By the devil removing cursive handwriting from his schools, he is imposing yet another obstacle in front of our children towards their progress and ultimate success.
I am still surprised at the magnitude of their evil and I know them better than anyone.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE BROTHERS AND SISTERS, THE JOB IS ON US NOW, TAKE THE TIME AND ENSURE THAT YOUR CHILDREN KNOW HOW TO READ AND WRITE IN CURSIVE.
I will never forget when I learned how to write in cursive. My teacher spent two weeks just preparing us. We had to spend about fifteen minutes every day just making swirls on the paper. I hated it at the time because I didn’t realize how crucial it was to the beauty of our handwriting. Everyone in my class has compliment-worthy penmanship.
It is worth the time and effort to prepare your children before attempting to teach them how to write in cursive. Have them make connected circles and curvy lines before you actually begin forming letters and words. Like so:
This will ensure their handwriting is beautiful and more importantly, completely LEGIBLE.
I had no trouble writing my Saviour’s letter and it was only returned because I abbreviated Blvd. But the next time I wrote it, I didn’t include any abbreviations and it passed with flying colors (whatever that means).
Here is a website I found that offers free downloads for cursive tutorials.
Last night I was out riding my new bike and I came upon some Sisters who were dressed like hoes. So, I said to the one who looked younger than the other one, “You need to lengthen your skirt!” And I said to the older one, “And YOURS is too tight!”
I remember when I was younger, one of my friends tried to get me to dress slutty and I listened to her (peer pressure can be very influential) so the older sister got real mad and told the younger one to “Come on!” lest I have a positive influence on her, and they walked off.
Next thing I know this white car rolls up and they’re in it. The driver must’ve been their leader because she’s cussin and talking about “Is that her? She better keep moving” Or something like that.
Well, I was looking at a menu outside this restaurant and didn’t like the intrusion. She thought she could scare me into leaving. The girl with the tight clothes was riding shotgun. She said something but didn’t get out the car, which was good because I was thinking I could fight the one getting out the car (who was also dressed like a slut) but I did not want to get jumped. So, naturally I was kinda scared but Muslims are taught never to show emotion. We also never run from a fight.
So she gets out the car talking all this you-know-what cussing me out talking about I better leave. I just maddogged her. You know I’m from Bompton. And stood right there.
Then she walks around the car towards me like she’s about to bomb on me but took one look at me and tried to play it off by checking out her tires instead. LOL I turned back to the menu and she got back in her car and broke. I ain’t no joke!
I went to the movies several years before I converted to Islam (Muslims don’t go to the movies) and I was in a crowded movie theatre watching a movie wherein a young girl wanted to thank her teacher or some adult authority figure for some act of kindness and she offered her body to him.
I yelled out in the theatre, “That’s not how you thank him!” Thinking someone would confirm and say, “Yeah” or something! No one agreed with me. Not even the person I had come to the movie with.
The sad part about it is – I WAS RIGHT! But in this society women are taught to give sex as a favour or as a gift or as a product for sale.
Where is our sense of decency???
We have such little respect for ourselves that we offer our most valuable possession
– OUR DIGNITY –
for small favours!!!
Sex has been prescribed for MARRIED COUPLES ONLY!!! It has only been allowed within the boundaries of the marriage tie.
Our slavemaster, the devil Caucasian has carried us so far astray from our God and our people – the Righteous – that we have followed him in indecency and disgrace.
Black People! Please preserve your dignity and self-respect by saving yourself for your husband or wife. Your spouse is the only person you are authorized to have sex with YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. You should not have sex before you are married.
And if you are married, you are not to have sex with anyone outside of your marriage.
Please stay married until death do you part as you vow to do when you get married.
However, if you make the mistake of marrying the wrong person, please do not have sex again until you have asked Allah for Guidance and remarried.
WE ARE ONLY TO HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH OUR SPOUSE – THAT MEANS ONE PERSON OUR ENTIRE LIFE.
As-Salaam-Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Family
These past few days, I don’t know what it is in the air, but I think it’s love. I have been extremely reflective and pensive and since I’ve also been kinda broke, I’ve been fasting and it has given me deeper insight.
I don’t really go out anymore. My Zawji wants me to stay home. It’s safer and he’s right. I went out one day when I wasn’t supposed to and it was horrible. Even when I AM supposed to go out, like today, it was horrible. I feel so uncomfortable with strange men being able to feast upon my beauty like I’m some cheap whore. I really am going to do my shopping online and have it delivered because even going to the store now is becoming too much.
But I digress. These past few days, well starting right before the end of last month – August 2016 (for some reason I’ve noticed I get very emotional and reflective, very sensitive and thoughtful at the end of the month, probably because we’re entering a new time period and change is inevitable) – I started, no, I began right after I visited my therapist on the 17th.
I started seeing a therapist to help me get over my father molesting me. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I won’t be able to get justice from anyone other than Allah and I have to take medication until I’m better able to cope.
I took medication regularly for about fifteen years (1999 – Dec. 2013) always knowing that there was a reason for my mental disability, but my father – the reason behind my chemical imbalance – was ALSO THE REASON WHY I KEPT TAKING THE MEDICATION INSTEAD OF GETTING TO THE ROOT. He was adamant about me taking my medication and also constantly in my business when I would visit my doctor. Now I know he was trying to keep the truth of his guilt from being made manifest.
However, in 2013, I told my doctor I wanted to get off the medication and he started weaning me off of it.
For one, I did not want to take medication for the rest of my life and two, I needed to find out what was at the root of my PROBLEM. Every problem has a solution but you must get to the ROOT of the Problem before you can solve it. I DIDN’T KNOW YET MINE WAS/IS MY FATHER.
Eight months after I completely stopped taking the medication (Aug. 2014), as I had expected, I suffered from a massive psychotic break (nervous breakdown) and I came to realize that the cause of my mental illness was due to my being molested by my father when I was very young.
I think he may have been molested when he was young because one of my cousins made it known that my grandfather (his father) had molested her.
I am believing that this curse has been handed down in my family since slavery. As with every other ill facing the Black community, incest is a product of our devil Caucasian slavemasters.
THE PROBLEM IS, NO ONE EVER SAID ANYTHING. EVERYONE ACTS LIKE NOTHING IS GOING ON WHILE THE CHILDREN SUFFER.
But we are living in the day when the veil of falsehood MUST be removed and the truth made manifest. I know for a fact that mine is not the only family that suffers from incest. Many families have that “uncle” that molests the little girls and/or boys. But NO ONE EVER DOES ANYTHING TO STOP HIM and the children grow up abused and suffering from dysfunction.
Until we, as a Nation, deal with this demon in our homes we can never heal.
Acknowledge the truth if/when the victim confronts you and take responsibility for your inaction.
*WARNING – VIDEO CONTAINS PARTIAL NUDITY*
Stop denying that the MOLESTATION IS TAKING PLACE and ACTING LIKE nothing is going on. IMMEDIATELY TELL THE PERPETRATOR TO STOP!!! Let him know that you and everybody else knows about his abominable behaviour and if he doesn’t stop you are going to get together and beat his you-know-what. You should beat his you-know-what anyway for the acts the he has already committed and for the sanity of the victims.
Please talk to the victim and let him/her know you know what is going on. He/she may not even realize they have been or are being molested like me but if you see questionable behaviour – SPEAK UP!!! WE MUST PROTECT OUR CHILDREN. THEY ARE OUR FUTURE!!!
If you are a child molester, ask Allah for forgiveness. Our Beloved Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever be upon him) taught us that there is no sin that is unforgivable. The only thing that is unforgivable is this: that you will not accept Allah as God and not accept His Messenger as His Messenger. These two things are one, we say, the belief in Allah is the belief in the Messenger or the Prophet of Allah.
Seek professional help and get to the ROOT of your problem. There is always a root cause for any dysfunction. YOU MUST SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP. Therapy and maybe medication will help. Acknowledge that you have a problem and seek the solution before someone kills you.
WE MUST PROTECT OUR CHILDREN FROM THE PERVERSION THAT WAS TAUGHT TO US BY OUR DEVIL CAUCASIAN SLAVEMASTERS. INCEST AND CHILD MOLESTATION ARE DISEASES OF THE DEVIL CAUCASIAN RACE. HAVING BEEN REARED UNDER THE WHITE RACE AND HAVING NO OTHER TEACHER – DUE TO OUR ENSLAVEMENT TO THE WHITE DEVIL CAUCASIAN RACE – WE HAVE ADOPTED MANY OF THEIR EVIL AND WICKED WAYS AND PRACTICES.
HOWEVER, THE BLACK NATION IS RIGHTEOUS BY NATURE. THEY LIED WHEN THEY TAUGHT US THAT NONE IS RIGHTEOUS – NONE OF THEM ARE RIGHTEOUS. THE BLACKMAN IS GOD AND IS CREATED RIGHTEOUS, BY NATURE.
We must stop being cowards. Our children deserve to be protected. Save our future generations from degradation and preserve their innocence. It is a shame that I even have to write this. But I have visited a teen support group at a local High School and I was floored by how many of our young women have been molested by a family member or family friend (mother’s boyfriend usually). Almost the entire population of Black girls.
But when they told their parents, they said they didn’t believe them. I believe they didn’t WANT to believe them. Fear of accepting responsibility and protecting our children has caused this abomination to be handed down from generation to generation.
Abuse MUST be treated so it will not be repeated. But first it has to be acknowledged. At the very least, remove the victim from the culprit’s reach, if you are not able to get justice. We must protect our children.
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After my psychotic break, I did not resume the medication. I also never sought therapy and as a result, was hospitalized several times over the next two years.
This last hospitalization (July 2016), I decided that I don’t like being hospitalized and in order to prevent it from happening again, agreed to resume the medication.
My Zawji convinced me to seek professional therapy also and to take the medication until he tells me I don’t have to.
I was lucky to find a Blackwoman therapist. I have to have a Blackwoman. Devils are unfathomable (I can just see them making mockery of me). Members of other races don’t relate and I have issues with men, so I could not see anyone but a Blackwoman.
I went to see her and I was deeply intuned to the spirit world that day. But I opened up to her somewhat and the session was going very good.
I realized that I have never gotten over the fact that I’ve had so many abortions. FOUR. And that that was the purpose of that visit. To face that fact.
Before becoming Muslim, I did so many things that I am ashamed of. But Allah is so merciful that He doesn’t even bring them up and it is actually a sin for Muslims to talk about their shortcomings.
The only reason why I am writing about this now is to prevent you, My Beloved Brothers and Sisters, from making the same mistakes.
I know you’re out there getting pregnant, My Little Sisters (and you are making them pregnant, My Little Brothers). If you are pregnant, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT ABORT IT. IT WOULD BE BETTER TO GIVE IT UP FOR ADOPTION. There are ways you can do this without having to cut off ties completely unless you want to. But why would you want to?
Of course, abstinence is the BEST and RIGHTEOUS route, but if you are already active please stop and obey the Divine Law of Allah and WAIT until you are married. It is safer and better for your physical, mental and spiritual well-being to be celibate. Encourage your children to remain virgins until they get married. Don’t be ashamed to talk about it. Don’t assume they are not going to have sex. Tell them to focus on getting an education and acquiring the skills they will need to support a family (boys) or keep house and rear children (girls). Teach them not to have boyfriends and girlfriends. They have no need for them until they are ready to get married.
This is the the Best prescription to build a healthy and productive Black Nation. We must start with the physical, mental and spiritual well-being of ourselves and teach our babies self-respect from the cradle.
Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) wrote in Message To The Blackman, that if you have an abortion, you will regret it for the rest of your life and I bear him witness.
Maybe not right away, but one day you will wake up to what you’ve done. Probably around the time you go through Menopause, like me. And, you realize you will not be able to have more children. You will regret the one(s) you aborted immensely.
I would have had six Black babies.
I also had a miscarriage, so actually seven.
Growing up, when I was a teenager, I always wanted seven babies like my Grandmother.
But I listened to my boyfriend and after the first one it was easier.
I didn’t want to. I was sixteen but I still wanted the baby. He didn’t. And I ended up marrying him! Sisters, if your boyfriend or husband wants you to have an abortion, he is not the one.I don’t care what happened in the movie, “Baby Boy.” He doesn’t love you.
The mistakes of our youth are carried with us for the rest of our lives. I ignored the first red flag, and every one after until about five years, physical abuse and one child later, I finally left him for good. I went through one bad relationship after another trying to find the love that I had lost due to pent up emotions.
Brothers and Sisters, pent-up emotions are the worst thing you could ever hold on to. Face them and deal with them or they will come out another way and possibly ruin your life.
So these past few days, I realized that I had made the biggest mistake of my life due to emotions that I had pent-up.
My soulmate told me his mother was putting him in a different school and he was smiling when he told me this. (circa 1986)
His mother doesn’t like me so I knew she was taking him out of our school to get him away from me. She even moved her whole family out to another county to keep him from me. But no man can tear asunder what Allah (God) Has Joined Together. Not even the ones He’s joined.
She probably told him that it was a better school since it was in a white neighborhood and he would have better opportunities so he would think it was a good idea and be happy about it.
He thought he had me no matter what anyway, so why not be happy? But I proved his mother right.
Some Black people love white people MUCH more than they love their own Black people. As hard as it for me to imagine much less believe. However, I had a roommate once, who was my Zawji’s mother’s doppelganger and she told me that when she was growing up her family taught her to stay away from Black people. They were no good. White people were the only good people.
I had never heard anything like that in my life and was completely astounded. This from her OWN FAMILY!!! BLACK PEOPLE!!! But I’m sure this is what my Zawji heard growing up from his mother who had heard the same thing.
I still don’t understand how you can tell your child to stay away from people who look just like YOU and HIM!!! But it just bears witness to the poison that the devil has put in our people – TO HATE OURSELVES AND LOVE THEM!!!
I really see it down here in the South.
A DEVIL PROPERTY OWNER CAME ONE DAY AND WAS TALKING TO HIS BLACK TENANTS AND HE TOLD THEM HIS MOTHER HAD JUST DIED. ONE OF THE BROTHERS SAID, “SHE LIVED A LONG GOOD LIFE.” LIKE HE WAS HIS SLAVE OR SOMETHING. I MEAN, IT SOUNDED SCRIPTED!!! I COULDN’T BELIEVE HE SOUNDED LIKE HE REALLY AND TRULY CARED ABOUT THIS DEVIL’S MOTHER. HE SOUNDED JUST LIKE A SLAVE. I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT. BUT I WAS STANDING RIGHT THERE AND HEARD HIM SAY IT. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FUNNY IF IT WASN’T SO PATHETIC.
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So, my soulmate was smiling while he told me this (he was going to a new, white school) and my heart was completely broken. He was in a good position it seemed. I don’t think he ever knew how broken-hearted I was until I e-mailed him yesterday and told him how I felt.
I never told him nor anyone else how devastated I was about his leaving. I mean how could I?
I THINK I HAVE A SELF-PRESERVATION FUNCTION KEY IN MY MIND THAT CREATES A MENTAL BLOCK SOMETIMES WHEN I’M CONFRONTED WITH SITUATIONS THAT I DON’T WANT TO DEAL WITH DUE TO BEING MOLESTED BY MY FATHER AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE. It’s like a safety (protective) mechanism.
But anyway, he was obviously okay with it.
I wanted him to miss me. At least be a little sad. I wanted him to hold me and tell me it would be okay. He would come see me at school. And at home. And we could go on loving each other. But I never got that.
I never got to express my feelings of despair and grief and just went on like nothing. I never got to be sad about his leaving. Never knew why he was happy about it.
I was hurting inside and probably angry. But anger is a secondary emotion. Hurt was the main problem. And I never got to express it or let it out. Never even brought it up – much less talk about it. So it came out in another way.
I ended up cheating on him without even realizing what I was doing.
I guess I wanted him to say “Why are you with him?” or something! Trying to make him jealous I guess. He never said anything – TO THIS DAY.
I didn’t think it out or plan it, it just happened. I’m just now analyzing what went down.
I didn’t even realize I was seeing the both of them at the same time until last year when I did the math. I remembered I had a job and he walked me to it, but the other guy used to pick me up. So I had to be seeing them at the same time. It’s hard to admit even now.
He told a Sister at my school, who was dating the other guy I was seeing (SMH – Los Scandalous), to ask me if I wanted to switch boyfriends with her, since we were already seeing each other anyway. Most likely hoping I would wake up and see what I was doing.
My heart was broken further still. The way she said it made me think he had already made up his mind to be with her so I thought I was going along with him when I sadly agreed.
I ALWAYS do what I think will make him happy – effortlessly.
I never knew how he found out about the other guy until almost twenty years later. He just, all of a sudden, never wanted to talk to me again. I guess I wasn’t saying what he wanted to hear.
All I ever really wanted was him. Always have. Always will.
That’s probably why I refuse to get with someone else now – just to make him jealous. It didn’t work then.
I thought when he went to the new school, he would leave me for a white girl. He didn’t but I never knew until now how deep white supremacy has permeated my subconscious.
He didn’t get with a white girl until just a few years ago.
Whenever a Blackman or woman abandons the members of his/her own Nation in favor of a member of the race of our enemy it is the most treacherous betrayal that one can commit.
Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the” Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) taught us that traitors to our race should be “killed without mercy.”
We would be well within our rights if we killed every traitorous Black person who sweethearted with a member of our enemy, the devil Caucasian race.
But Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, is showing them Divine Mercy by not killing them (all of them) just yet. He is giving them time, however, if they do not reform from their wicked ways before the destruction of this world (which is overdue) comes, they will go down with the devils.
*****
So now, he has a devil girlfriend and I am dealing with my issues of devil supremacy. All things in due time, Al Hamdulillah! All Praise is due to Allah!
Anything that doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger.
I’m sorry if this doesn’t make any sense. My life doesn’t make sense. And I really don’t know if I’m writing this more for me or for you or for him or for Allah’s Sake. Probably the latter because that encompasses all of the above.
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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