بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM MY BEAUTIFUL BLACK BEBIES!!!

So, I got kicked out the original PRINCESS PAVILLION and I’ve just been kinda kickin’ it wherever. (As you can see in the picture LOL)

But I have my laptop and Allah ALWAYS leads me to spots that have outlets and I have a hotspot on my iphone, so I have Internet access (Facebook, my blog, YT) and most importantly MUSIC, wherever I am.

It’s just NIGHTTIME that’s tricky.

After spending that night in Lancaster, I think I can take anything, but there’s nothing worse than being cold. Being cold is worse than being hot, IMO. It’s also worse, much worse than being lonely.

Sometimes, I get so lonely, I cry. It’s usually at the end of the month. Like last night. I haven’t figured out why that is yet. I can only assume it’s because a new month is brewing, thus a new beginning.

But, I’ve been wondering/contemplating what I’m going to do.

The Masons have a thing they call “Traveling Man” and for them it’s just symbolic.

But Mason means “Muslim Son”

And for us (some of us) its literal.

I met Our Saviour, Allah – MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM PRAISES ARE DUE FOREVER – traveling.

I really believe Allah Wants Me To Be A Transient.

Whenever I find a place, it feels good to have a place, but it never lasts.

My peace is disturbed one way or another

And I find myself back on the streets.

And it feels worse than if I had never found a place.

So, I think, I think I’m going to remain homeless BY CHOICE.

At least until my Razzaq decides to collect me.

I hate having to start all over

BEING HOMELESS

Even if I moved in with someone just to get off the street

Or even if I got my own place

I know it won’t last

It’s like if I hook up with somebody

Just for whatever reason

I know it won’t last

And then I’ll be back at one

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Bebies

I met a Sister today named Joi.

I love it when I tell Sisters my name is LOVE and they tell me their name is another virtue like Hope, Grace, Faith, Mercy or Joi/Joy.

We can’t help but hit it off.

Joi is a music producer and

Right now there’s not too much going on in my life.

Just going to the masjid everyday.

And listening to music.

Today I listened to Raheem DeVaughn.

I don’t know what it is about him.

I caught his show last year, around this time, and I thought I was just going to sit in the back of the House of Blues and just listen, but as soon as he opened his mouth, I came creeping out. LOL

First, yesterday I listened to Switch and I had only really heard three songs by them. “There’ll Never Be,” “I Call Your Name” and some other song I don’t like.

So, I really wasn’t expecting to like so many songs by them. I thought just those first two. But I enjoyed the entire “Greatest Hits” with the exception of two songs. I was really impressed.

Their music is like Jazz Fusion but with lyrics. And you know I love Jazz. Straight-ahead is my favorite, then Brass then fusion. But it really depends on my mood and I was in the mood for fusion, so, I was really diggin it.

Here is the link. You have to pay to listen to Tidal, but I just have the ten dollar membership. I had the twenty dollar one but I don’t really see a difference and the volume of music is phenomenal.

So, anyway, Raheem’s first song, “Guess Who Loves You More” is basically just a remake of “There’ll Never Be” but when I listened to the Greatest Hits, he had actually taken one of their songs and rewrote it using the same music.

I was like, “I Knew It!” LOL

I tried to listen to “Green” by Coultrain but they didn’t have it.

And, I seem to recall looking for another song that they didn’t have, but they have Prince’s entire catalogue, as I wrote yesterday, and it’s worth it just because of that.

I also listened to Jimi Hendrix, because the Brother, Frank McComb, was obviously influenced by his style of singing, and I dig Jimi, so I listened to some of his stuff and read his Wikipedia page. I intend to listen to some “Band of Gypsies” stuff, In Sha Allah.

I had heard of them, but didn’t know that was Jimi’s BLACK group.

All you ever hear about is the Jimi Hendrix Experience, wherein he was backed by two devils.

*UPDATE*
I am listening to Band of Gypsys and I am loving it. I just wish Jimi sang more!

They are so much mellow and fine than the Experience. More Soul and Funk. Less Rock.

But check it out! I was listening to his first album “Are You Experienced” and when the title track came on, I was like OMG! No they didn’t!

The Pharcyde sampled the very beginning of the song for “She Keeps on Passing Me By.” You can read about it and the other songs sampled for that Hip-Hop classic by clicking here. I love the track by Q.

I don’t really like that number by The Experience. I much more prefer this

And I LOVE this song by Bootsy. You can really hear Jimi’s influence on his singing too.

So, then I was going to listen to Darrien Brockington, but I only recalled him singing problematic love songs, but later I remembered another song he sang that was about love. Can’t remember it now, but maybe later.

I just went to YT, and I must have gotten him mixed up with somebody else (can’t think of who right now) but I was going through his music and his songs are not problematic. They’re pretty good.

So, then I was going to listen to Maxwell, but it didn’t seem like he used enough instruments in his music and left me wanting more.

Then I tried listening to D’Angelo, but it just wasn’t hitting.

So, then I just gave in and started listening to Raheem and that man, man!

He just makes me feel some kinda way.

I can listen to him all day, er’ day.

And he’s still putting out music.

I didn’t listen to Musiq Soulchild yet.

Next.

And of course, I still have my Mother’s Day Present on heavy rotation.

*Sorry about the profanity

But Brother Raheem has so many songs that relate to me and Zawji

I am sure he was really influenced by Prince, so search his catalogue with caution.
He can get pretty nasty too.

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM DEARLY BELOVED UKHTIS WA IKHWAN!!!!!!!

Yesterday, was Jummuah when the Muslims have their weekly gathering but we haven’t gotten to the point where The Nation meets on Jummuah nor has a place to meet for that matter. At least not in New Orleans. And I mean the Holy Nation of Islam not Fartakhan‘s nation of scientologists.

So, I’ve had enough of the Sunnis dickriding Prophet Muhammad of 1400 years ago (saw) and decided to sit it out. Besides, as I previously wrote, although I am extremely grateful for the establishment where I can be at peace and freshen up and study and whatnot, I refuse to willingly and knowingly go somewhere where I KNOW I’m going to be lied to by a group of people who know better.

So, me and Lulu went to another Library I had heard about but never visited.

It was near two schools so, when I saw that, I knew I was going to like it.

AND it is in a residential neighborhood.

I got there a little before they opened and I was parking Lulu when this big Christian came out smoking a cigarette. He just HAD to say something. But I didn’t let him dampen my positive spirit.

There was a little park next to the Library, so instead of going in and dealing with his hateration, I sat outside and used the WiFi.

The mosquitoes were tearing me up but I’d rather deal with them than a bunch of devils and Black Christians in love with the devils.

I just put Tea Tree Oil on the bites and it helped.

Or listen to some good music, then I don’t even feel the itching!

So, the library was kinda far and on my way there, I stopped to drink some milk and rest and why did I look up and see this?

Allah makes sure I don’t miss things.

I mean, of all the places I could have chosen to stop and rest, I choose a stoop right across the street from this??? 😀

If I hadn’t stopped, I would’ve missed it completely.

But Allah is The Best Knower.

This is the second time I’ve seen graffiti by, I’m sure, the same writer.

Then again, maybe not. The handwriting looks a bit different.

But when I came across this first one, there was someone painting over some other writing near it that wasn’t as controversial as this, so I know it’s gone now.

Allah Knows I have access to a wide audience so He and Zawji show me things. Some things I show you, some I don’t.

But this type of stuff, most people are not privy to. And They show them to me to show to you.

And, you have to take pictures of stuff like this because once they’re gone there’s no going back.

And the beautiful thing about cyberspace is that once you post it, it’s there indefinitely.

But I just thought it was interesting that I should see these TWO graffiti writings.

Everybody was walking past them all uncomfortable, but I love it!

Which is why I took the pictures!

Kodak moments, frfr!!

Why did I go inside the Library, right before I was getting ready to leave, to use the bathroom, and they made the women’s restroom for employees only and made the men’s restroom for both sexes???!!!!

That is the most filthy and disgusting thing America could ever have done.

They did the same thing at the 24-hour restaurant/laundromat. But they have one main restroom which just has the toilet. When I looked in one of the other men/women restrooms and saw that urinal staring me in the face I was horror-striken.

They actually expect WE, DECENT LADIES, to use a restroom with a URINAL right there!!!!!!

The nerve!

I couldn’t do it at the 24-hour laundromat/restaurant but that was the first time I was faced with something so disgraceful.

Then to see it at the Library, just drove the nail into my heart.

I cannot get over how wicked and evil America is.

So, after I left the library, I thought about going to hear some Jazz or picking up something to eat. But, my funds are really low, so I just went to Family Dollar and picked up some snacks, parked Lulu and on my way home ran into this particularly buff Brother, so I stopped to rap to him.

He was in love with Malcolm and I knew I was wasting my time with him, so I just made sure he had my website so he could read Message To The Blackman In America and pushed to the Princess Pavillion.

OMG! It was so cold last night! But I could hang because I’ve spent the night outside in Lancaster and I think I got frostbite that night. Because in the morning I went to 7-11 and spilled some fresh hot chocolate on my hand and didn’t even FEEL it!!!

But, it was cool because I got to wear my cloak again this morning.

M.G.T. uniforms are not complete without our capes and I had been meaning to make one for several years, but never did. So, this year, I decided to just buy one and I found a dope white fur cloak with a hood and fur around the exterior that when I wear it I look so good, someone said, I “slay” LOL

But, I love it because no one wears capes.

It’s actually a cloak. Like Harry Potter, so I’ve also got that esoteric thing jumping off. 😉

I have it on in the pic. above.

So, this morning, I cleared out the Princess Pavillion, because I had a feeling someone was coming by, and pushed to the Masjidun.

I stopped at this gas station that is run by Muslims and bought some milk and this Ooey Gooey Chocolate Cake that I’ve been seeing in different stores around town. I was hesitant to buy it because it looks like German Chocolate Cake and coconuts are not good for you.

But I read the ingredients and they were all natural so I bought it and OMG!

That cake was so good!!!! It filled me up too. I had to stop and come back and finish it later, but let me tell you why it was so good. First, they use cream cheese and that’s the BEST kind of cheese. It’s like a cheesecake/chocolate cake with a crisp crunchy top layer that melts in your mouth. My mouth is watering…

So, today is Saturday and all the Muslim children were here. I didn’t see them, but I’ve seen them before. They’re all from across the water.

There are NO Muslim so-called Negro children that come to the Masjid.

I think their parents are waking up to the Knowledge that the Teachings of Prophet Muhammad (saw) are not sufficient for us in these last days and times, so they don’t bring them. Al Hamdulillah!

I love children, but I love So-Called Negro children the BEST.

They are the Future Rulers of the world, so I didn’t even look at the foreigners.

For some reason, I’ve been feeling like I’m suppos, no I know why. Both times I went to hear some Jazz, both bands played songs by Donny Hathaway, so I listened to him all day yesterday and was in my little secret spot just bawling for some reason. I guess he just makes me sad. I didn’t really feel anything, just crying and sad.

Then today, I listened to Prince.

I have TIDAL, so I can hear his entire catalogue and I listened to his first album “FOR YOU” and it blew me away. The opening track is so beautiful. I would post it, but you can’t listen to Tidal without paying. That’s why Prince gave them exclusive rights to his music. You know how he was about bootlegging. None of his music was on YouTube until he died.

But anyway, he played ALL 27 instruments on that first album and although the critics dissed him. I loved it.

I was listening to him all day, but he is so nasty, I can only take so much.

The music is incomparable.

He has this one song, “Baby” that if I didn’t know better, I would SWEAR was MAXWELL.

I can’t post his first album, but a while ago, I came across this video of his concert and I’ve been to tons of concerts, but this is, by far, the BEST one I’ve ever seen.

ENJOY!

*I apologize for the half-naked women, but you know Prince… Just ignore them and enjoy the music*

*I’m also not that crazy about Sheila’s drum solo in the beginning but just bear with it until His Royal Badness comes out *

*The first song is a little racy but it gets better after that*

*He also curses a little bit towards the end*

*It is footage from a New Year’s Eve concert he gave on December 31, 1987 (almost thirty years ago!) and he charged $200 per ticket. Probably for some charity, knowing him. Miles wrote about it in his autobiography. He loved Prince and played for about five minutes at this show.*

*And you know how I love Jazz. Here is Prince at age 19*

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM MA BEBIES!

I feel obligated to write everyday just because our Brother, JAYSON, sent me a comment requesting daily updates and I think it’s good for therapy even when I don’t think it’s worth writing about.

Like yesterday, I just went to the masjid and it was closed but I was still able to get on the property and I was able to talk with one of the hypocrites who lives there. I will never understand how people can claim to be Muslims and put a believing Sister out on the street at night instead of letting her stay in the Masjid, even outside the masjid, but safe. Allah Will Judge them accordingly, so I’m not worried. Allah Got His Slave. They will have to answer for their own actions.

I’ve been kicked out of so-called masjids in three states so it must be the type of Islam they are practicing – claiming to be followers of Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) when his wife lived in the Masjid before they were married and they know that Maryam, mother of Prophet Isa (Jesus) live in the masjid too.

But when a Sister comes and wants to live in the masjid today they throw her out in the streets and make her vulnerable to the wickedness and evil that they know is out there in the streets instead of being good Muslims and following after the Sunnah of the Prophet they claim to love so much and follow. Hypocrites.

But it’s a nice place to get off the streets when I am able and I can shower which is worth more than gold to me. I’d rather be clean than bling. So, I’m grateful for that.

That’s all I did yesterday besides laundry. I decided to swallow my pride and go ask for help with housing. I know of a place that helped this one homeless Brother get his own house and that’s what I need but they are too expensive with my income so I’m going to see what they can help me with.

I don’t know how long I’m going to be in NO. Allah Has Been Hinting at my going to NYC again next month, so we’ll see if anything becomes of that. In the meantime, I’m going to see about housing. Pray for ya gurl!

But pray to Allah. There is no mystery god.

CLICK THE PICTURE AND FIND OUT

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Bebies!!!

Well, I got kicked out of TWO places today! I think that’s a record. I’ve been kicked out of several places before but not two on the same day!

I was chilling at this restaurant, set up my office, and there are a lot of Black people who come in and out of there, so I was handing out my fliers. It’s near the bus depot and the Library so I’ve been going there pretty much since I first landed in Nawlins.

I knew they didn’t like me because they would always overcharge me. Just hatin’ because I had money and they had to work. But I love my people so I just shined it on and kept coming back, regardless.

But today, they had had enough of my good news and pretty smile and positivity. Because, they started commenting that I only talk to the Brothers, not the white men. I think they were low-key jealous. SMH because I’m cute and can talk to (or not talk to) whomever I please. But I put more value on my intelligence and happy attitude while they’re always grumpy.

If you want to meet a grumpy person, talk to a woman with a job.

But anyway, I had to correct them and say that I don’t just talk to the Brothers, I talk to ALL the BLACK PEOPLE, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, children, senior citizens, unemployed, underemployed, homeless, prostitutes, doctors, lawyers, babies, sanitation engineers, entrepreneurs, drug dealers, musicians, crazies, smokers, construction workers, housekeepers, medical students, welfare queens &c. ALL BLACK PEOPLE.

I noticed, as I noticed at another restaurant, that they seemed to go out of their way to smile and grin at the white people but were curt and short-tempered with the Black people. And they were mad at me for ignoring the devils.

So, the manager told me I couldn’t pass out my fliers inside, I would have to do it outside. So, I said okay but kept doing it. She told me again and started talking all smart to me. So, I just smiled and talked smart back. She was mad because she had to mop the area around where I had set up.

So, I stopped handing them out in the store and went outside. I was having a good time, giving my people good news they’ve been waiting for all their lives (Message To The Blackman) and then here comes the manager talking about they can’t be babysitting my stuff. I had been there long enough, I would have to leave.

So, she wasn’t going to get rid of me that easily.

I sat back down and started making more fliers.

Then she came again and told me I had to leave.

I started cutting them.

Then I look up and there’s a pig. He tells me that they want me to leave.

So, I hand him a flier and tell him he can read Message To The Blackman at that website.

He said he’s read it before. So I tell him he can read it again and let other people know about it and finish making my fliers.

He tells me to start packing up.

I had my laptop set up, my fliers set up, my iphone and Lulu’s (my bike) basket all set up on the table.

So, I told him he looked like a Muslim. He liked that and asked why I said that. I told him because he was clean and started packing up.

Earlier, when the manager was mopping around me, I told her that bag I had set in the chair opposite me was trash too. She didn’t want to take it. I told her what if I put it on the floor? She said I would have to pick it up and throw it away because it was my trash. I told her those crumbs on the floor were mine too but she was picking those up. She got mad and just left it there.

So, when they were kicking me out, she told the pig to make me take my trash too. I just ignored them and left it right there. You wanna be mean to me for nothing? I can be mean too.

So, I told them, “See you tomorrow!” LOL

Then I started handing out fliers to all the Black people in the area. This is the most populated area, as far as Black people, in New Orleans, so you know I was right in my element.

Then I saw the homie, Keyvin, who looks and sounds just like Acey and I love the way he talks so even though he was kinda crazy, we struck up a convo, and I left with him.

I know those Sisters at the restaurant were mad because we met in the restaurant and they were hating then. Ha!

So, even though I love talking to him, he sounds JUST like Acey and some people just have voices that resonate with you, but I couldn’t take him back to the cubby hole even though I knew he wanted to go. These Brothers just wanna taste the cookie and I’m not havin’ it. I’m saving myself for A.J.

But we parted fairly amicably and I know it’s going to be cool when I see him again.

So, I didn’t have my cloak and didn’t want to be caught out late and it get cold on me, but I really wanted to play the piano. It’s just that it’s not my piano and I don’t know if the Security guards are going to trip or if there are going to be devils around and I was feeling a lot of anxiety about playing the piano.

So, I sat outside debating whether or not to go in.

Deep down I hoped that they wouldn’t let me play, solving my dilemma.

So, next thing I know, I’m singing.

Really singing.

Enjoying myself.

Then I decide to go in.

And the security guard tells me they don’t want me in there because I kept handing out my fliers after they told me not to.

Devils.

They always get a Black person to do their dirty work.

 Cowards.

So, that was the second place I got kicked out of.

Thank-you for reading.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum
Peace Be Upon You

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaam-Alaikum Ma Bebies!!!! 🙂

MY LAST DAY IN “THE A”

GOT TO SAY “GOODBYE” TO THE HOMIE.

I was scared I was going to have to leave without saying, “Bye”

When I left L.A., I was so emotional, my roommate caught me crying. (Hey, P!) And I didn’t want to go through that again. But it was different this time. Idky. But I didn’t want to just up and leave without saying goodbye, like I did when I left L.A. Then, I just left. It felt too permanent, saying goodbye, so I just kinda snuck out without telling anybody.

This time, I felt so empty, like I would’ve been missing something if I didn’t get to say goodbye I would’ve been really REALLY missing something. CLOSURE. I guess.

So, I’m really happy about that.

I took the Megabus to NOLA!!!!!

I LOVE IT HERE!

I LOVE THEIR ACCENTS EVEN MORE THAN NYC ACCENTS!!! And the gold teeth!!!! Ikr? When it’s done right, I think, it can be really cool.

I finally had a heart to heart with a Brother from the A.

OMG, why did I get kicked out the program???!!!!

I am not one to behave like a sheep. I can’t stand people bossing me around or telling me what to do, and that’s all they do there. SHEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!!!

I AIN’T THE ONE!

So, when I wouldn’t go to bed when everybody else single filed to their respective bedrooms, homegirl called the police on me. I was so through, I just didn’t say nothing and they took me to the hospital.

It was aight. NO has the best psych ward I’ve ever seen. Most hospitals’ psych wards are so dismal and depressing looking, you would think it wasn’t even part of the hospital. I don’t know WHY they do that. As if psych patients weren’t already mentally depressed, they house us in facilities that are dirty, and rundown and dismal and DEPRESSING.

In NO, I had a view of a waterfall, huge windows of the skyline and it was peaceful.

Anyway, I met a Muslim Brother and he was so animated and lively. I LOVED talking to him. Brothers from the A have a cool accent too.

It was the first time anybody called me “SHAWTY” 😀 I LOVED THAT TOO.

❤ ❤ ❤

So, when I got out the hospital, the Security AND one of the Techs broke me off with some dividends!!!! $20 each. Which was hella cool cause I was kinda broke. SHUKRAN IKHWAN!!!! WA RAHMATUALLA WA BARAKATU!!!!

So, when I got out the hospital, Allah Told Me it was time for me to leave the A, I just had to decide where to go. For a while, I was really considering going to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I read they have a shelter for Muslims and My Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ went to Florida not too long ago.

I always end up following him.

Then, I was thinking about going to NYC, cause I met this Buster LOL Rhymes  doppel from Queens and he made me want to go out there to meet Rakim or somebody with equal swag.

But there’s no place like NEW ORLEANS.

THE MUSIC PERIOD.

I told my Sister, “If I’m going to be homeless, I want to be homeless somewhere FUN!!!“

THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING TO DO IN NEW ORLEANS.

And I had planned on being out here for the Essence Music Fest, but I thought it was in late July or August.

Why did I arrive in town during the Fest???

Allah is The Best Planner.

I didn’t go to any shows because I found out MAXWELL had performed the night before I arrived in town, and nobody else compares, so I just enjoyed the fringe activities.

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MY LAST DAY IN THE A – PART TWO

I got to see the REAL ATLANTA, where the Black Folks live.

I spent my entire month in the A downtown, in FIVE POINTS, my second home, New Orleans is my first home. But Five Points is where I was living.

When I got in town, I thought I was going to get an apartment, or a weekly, or even a shelter, but Allah Had other plans. He wants me to experience homelessness and what a vast majority of Black people are going through.

It helps me relate better to them.

But, one night I watched a GMOB video, and I was like “that’s” the Atlanta I wanna see – the Atlanta where Black folks live. I hadn’t seen nothing but drug dealers, crack heads, hoes, pimps, homeless people and the uppity Black folks that work downtown and love devils. Oh and of course, the Muslims.

(Hey KeKe, Lanyah, Kimmie and Kahleelah!!!! I miss you guys sooooo much!!!!!!!!! Next time I see you, In sha Allah, I want to see you all in LONG SKIRTS! You can keep your kicks, like me. Don’t give your Dad a hard time and go easy on the old bats at the Masjid. I’m making DUA for your Mom and T.T. too. 🙂 ❤ السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته)

But when I saw that video, I started trying to see a RESIDENTIAL neighborhood, you know HOUSES. I had seen a few, but it didn’t look like where GMOB shot their video. So, I took a busride and ended up in BUCKHEAD. (I know, they got some crazy names outchea. Some good ones like “Sweet Auburn,” “Augusta” and “Peachtree” but Buckhead? Anyway, I had heard that that was where the rich Atlanta celebrities like Ush and JD live, so I wanted to see that area.

It was bigger than I expected, but it was a rich WHITE neighborhood. I was expecting a rich BLACK neighborhood.

So I was still on the hunt.

So anyway, Allah Had Been Signaling me to buy a camera. So, when I was in the hospital a brother told me about a pawn shop where I could get one for cheap and they guarantee all their stuff.

So, when I got my check, MY LAST DAY IN THE “A”, I headed out to this pawn shop.

It was on Campbellton Road, which is where everybody told me there were TWO Nation of Islam mosques, so I was hoping I would get to see those two, but I had no idea what Allah Had in store for me.

I get on this bus, right? From off the train, and I saw this like huge area of about a half-acre of nothing but TREES!!!!!! I was like “Okay…” and I asked this Brother, who I had just asked was this S.W.A.T.S (SOUTHWEST ATLANTA) that GMOB is always talking about, “What is that?” He said, “SWATS.” I was like OMG!!!!! Why are there like huge areas with nothing but TREES, like right on the sidewalk (if there was a sidewalk) LOL

I was just busting up laughing to myself. I could not believe there were so many TREES and shrubbery and whatnot, like RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!

Where I’m from, you have to drive for hours to see something like that and they have them right next door or even in their backyard. All I could think about was how much FUN it must be to be a child and live somewhere like that.

So, as soon as the bus got to the end of the line, I headed straight for them TREES. I HAD to get into them. It was wonderful. I had on all white, some fresh new white shelltoes, but I didn’t care!

I was hitting them TREES. (Pun intended) 😀 j/k
Muslims don’t smoke.

To say I loved it out there in those trees would be an understatement.

I am so grateful to have been able to see that on my LAST DAY IN THE “A.”

ALLAHU AKBAR!

AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM

I have more to write, but time is up on the computer.

Check back tomorrow, In Sha Allah….

❤

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MY LAST DAY IN THE A – PART THREE

Okay, so after I left the forest of TREES, I was returning to the bus depot and one of the bus drivers called out to me. So, I stopped. I was going to get on his bus anyway, to escape the heat, but I saw the bus I needed behind him so I was going to keep walking if he hadn’t said something.

So, I looked and at first I thought he was one of my husband’s – THE KING’S – doppels, then I looked again and it was my Brother from THE SAME FATHER (ALLAH, WHO CAME IN THE DIVINE PERSON OF MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM BE PRAISED FOREVER) JOOOOOOEEEEE!!!!!!!

I could not believe it!!!!

He and his family moved out to the A in 2006 and I have not talked to him since. His wife is my cousin but things have not been right between us since our friends and family gave her a going-away party and didn’t invite me.
(SO-CALLED FRIENDS AND FAMILY)

It’s some other stuff too that I don’t want to put out here but I called her twice and she called me once but I felt like, no, WAIT, she didn’t call me, she commented on one of my poems on FB. 😥 And I felt like she was only trying to let everybody know she knew me. And I was straight.

But Joe.

They met each other through me and my then boyfriend. And they’ve been married for about twenty years or more.

My father and my son were in the A at the same time, but out of all the people in my family, I ran into my cousin-in-law, the good Brother, Joe. Allahu Akbar!!!

We talked for awhile and I was so happy to see him. He looked good. Older and more mature but happy and healthy. And he told me my son got to reunite with his cousin, who is just one day older than him.

They are Yahya and Isa.

My son still relates the “now” funny story about when the Farrakhaners forgot he and his cousin were in the Mosque and locked them in. SMH They were three years old.

Me and my cousin were waiting for the Brothers to drop them off for like hours, not knowing our babies had been locked in the Mosque and were about to be left there to fend for themselves. My son told me they were yelling and banging but one of the Farrakhaners forgot his Quran and other books, and that’s the only reason they got out.

My son can tell the story better, but that was a RED FLAG.

I ignored it.

Another RED FLAG was when I was over my cousins house watching a Farrkhan video and he appeared to have horns like a devil.

I told my cousin what I saw but we just laughed it off.

F.O.R.E.S.H.A.D.O.W.I.N.G……..

So, anyway, Joe gave me his phone number. But I don’t really have anything to say. He looked goo and that was good enough for me. Our children can keep in touch, In sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah). He was reading one of Farrakhan’s newspapers and asked me if I had been to the Mosque. So, I can’t agree with him. When he asked those questions, I dismissed myself before we got into an argument.

He said he had recognized me from a distance, that’s why he called out to me. He still called me by my birth name and I didn’t even correct him. I think because my Zawji still calls me that. BUT NOBODY ELSE better call me that ever again. JOE, MY NAME IS LOVE.

~ LOVE ALLAH

AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT.

❤