بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Bebies!
How was your A.J. Day WEEKEND?!!?!?!?!?
A.J. Day was Saturday, but I was niggardly and didn’t buy the Lindt chocolate I was supposed to have to celebrate with on Saturday, so I extended it to include Sunday too and just had the first A.J. Day Weekend!!! Al Hamdulillah!!! I hope you had as good a time as I had! Allahu Akbar!
In college, I studied Journalism and as opposed to storytelling where you build up to the apex of a story, in Journalism, you are supposed to hit straight for the most important part of the story first, so I’m going to begin with the most important part of A.J. Day Weekend for me.
Last night, I had a good time on the Promenade. I noticed something that had escaped me before. Remember I told you about Sheharazad and the other Arabian singer? Well, two more Arabian acts were there this weekend. A female and a live guitarist and drummer band.
They have by far the best and most popular entertainment on the whole Promenade and I told you over seventy-five per cent of the patrons are Middle Eastern. So you know I just love it there.
BUT what I noticed last night is that the Muslim women who are dressed like me (covered) know the songs, tip the performers and videotape the performances, but they NEVER dance.
The women who dance know the songs and do all the above, BUT they look like Americans. They don’t cover. They usually have on shorts and tank tops and look just like all other American women.
This struck me as kind of disappointing because I love to dance and I know how to dance like the women who dance, but I can’t because I am representing Islam and although I pick up on some Islamic terms in the music, I don’t think it is representing Allah and Islam in an entirely positive way.
Here is what I think.
The Muslim women know how to dance like the other women but we only do it in private.
I was reading a book I picked up for free at a giveaway at the Library. It was a book I had heard of but had never read. I stopped reading it after I was reminded why I try to steer clear of anything produced by devils.
But anyway, the book talked about two kinds of women: prostitutes and decent women.
That’s about all there is. Either you are one or the other.
The decent women cover and don’t dance in public.
The prostitutes come out half-dressed (or covered) and don’t carry themselves in a modest fashion, i.e. dancing in public.
I understand why it is best not to cross the line because one of the women who was dancing, did it in an acceptable manner (imo) but there was another woman who just looked slutty.
Another thing I observed is that the older women danced better.
I think it is because of experience.
But another thing that held the younger women back is that they are Americanized. I felt sorry for them because you could see they felt the pull of the culture but it just wasn’t in them like it was in the older women. When they tried to do the dances, it didn’t look as natural as it did for the older women.
So, I left the Promenade earlier than usual, and went to see what was cracking on the Pier.
I’m so thankful for Lulu. She makes getting around so much EASIER and more convenient. If I didn’t have her, I probably would have just pushed to the spot.
The Pier was cool. But at night, I like the Promenade better. The people are more refined on The Promenade because there are nothing but shops so you have to have some ends.
The Pier is more for children, with Pacific Park and whatnot.
The Pier at night is more beautiful than in the daytime, however. And I like to “read” the lights on the ferris wheel. They’re different every night.
The Promenade is better for the performers. The patrons are more apt to tip since the Promenade is designed for spending money. At least, that’s been my observation.
The musical artists on the Pier seem to be there more for atmospheric background music accompanying all that water.
It’s interesting but The Pier seems to have it’s own type of music. It’s like world music and “meditation” type music. The musicians play foreign instruments like sitars and whatnot.
Sometimes it creeps me out because it is eerily close to Buddhism or at least it feels like it to me. But Islam is first and everything good in any religion originated with Islam – like Tai Chi and meditation, so I’m sure that that type of music is in there too.
So, I had a good time on the Pier and then decided to push to the spot.
I got there but didn’t feel like sleeping. So whenever I don’t feel like sleeping, I don’t sleep. I don’t care what time it is nor how long I’ve been awake. If I’m not sleepy, that means I don’t need to sleep.
I’m not taking sleeping pills just because I’m not sleepy and everybody else thinks I’m supposed to sleep.
If I’m not sleepy that means, I’m supposed to be doing something else.
A lot of people who suffer from “mental illness” don’t sleep at the designated times.
It has something to do with melatonin.
One of the first things the psychiatrist asks is “Are you sleeping okay?”
I know many people who stay awake for three to five days at a time.
If the doctors really wanted to help, they would see the connection between this length of time and the typically prescribed “72-hour hold” which is generally how long an episode lasts.
But Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Does Not Sleep At All. And we are Gods and Goddesses, so we should not think it is unusual for us to not sleep as well.
The dominant society just wants to slow us down and nothing except death is slower than sleep.
So, as we say in the Hip-Hop Community “Don’t Sleep” LITERALLY.
So, I was also feeling a deep longing for Beaux. (That’s my new name for Zawji. 😀 I’ve always liked that name for a big strong handsome man. Bo’s are always big, strong and handsome except for Bo Buchanon who used to be on “One Life To Live” (IMO) but he was one of the stars of the show.
I’ve like that name since “Bonanza.” LOL I’m sorry but I’m from the Wild Wild West and I can’t help it but I like cowboys. I used to like the theme song from that show. Let me see if I can find it. I liked “Little Jo” too. He died in the same hospital as I was giving birth to my firstborn. 😦 R.I.P. “Pa” Even though he was a devil.) Hoss was cool but ugly. I guess he was the DUFF.
Then one time I was coming home from New Orleans and I met this guy named Bo from Atlanta. He was big, strong and handsome. Man, I love that name. But I like to spell it Beaux, like they would in New Orleans. Or Beau, like they would in Paris.)
So anyway, I was really missing Beaux last night. And I haven’t really thought about him in that way and haven’t written too much about him either. So, even though when I was in jail, I had resigned myself to fall back, I decided to send him a text.
I didn’t really know what to say. It was like 11:30 and I debated whether to send it at all, since it was so late. But you know I’m crazy, right? So that’s never stopped me before. I just debated what to send and decided to just be honest and wrote, “Just thinking about you…”
Now, sometimes I get messages from other dimensions and I got one that told me he got my text. And I was happy so I sent an emoji blowing a kiss.
Then why did I get a text from him???!!!!!
I was like OMG!!! This is major! Although I didn’t really trip. I think I’m cool after all this time. I’ve been texting and e-mailing him for over three years and in all that time only got one response. (Which I don’t even think was from him. I had just gotten him fired from his job and he let Malik cuss me out LOL)
So when I got the text, I think I may have been in shock.
I wasn’t sure how I felt.
Usually I ask Allah.
But I didn’t think to ask last night.
Allah Told Me Don’t Say Anything.
So I didn’t.
Fake world A.J. replied and I want to hear from Beaux.
So, I let the music respond for him.
I felt so good.
Then this came on. But the Internet Gods were in an uproar because of his text and I didn’t hear it until this morning. Same message. Just delayed.
I went to sleep.
Allah Told Me Don’t Respond So I Didn’t Want To Make Being Obedient Difficult.
I saw a little ladybug crawling on the park bench I was going to go to sleep on. And I just played with him/her and thought about what had just happened.
I didn’t tell you what he wrote.
I guess I’ll put it for my and posterity’s sake. So when I’m rereading this in one, two, ten, twenty or a hundred years I won’t have to try and do the impossible and remember what he wrote. Although…. 😉
Anyway, He wrote, “I have no idea who this is.”
This pleases you haters. But I know that which you do not know.
I thought about things I could reply but Allah Is The Best Knower. And I submit to His Infinitely Wise Will.
Beaux knows exactly who I am. But he is not who sent that text. A.J. sent that b.s.. But Allah Is All-Knowing and All-Wise so I Hear and Obey.
I think I know what I’m going to reply, but that’s if my phone and the Internet Gods allow me to. LOL
I’ll let you know how it goes, In Sha Allah.
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Ordinarily, I would just leave the blog as it is but sometimes, a lot of times, I do things that no one but I understand, and then when I go back and read it later, I exercise my brain by trying to remember what I meant when I wrote what I wrote.
But, I don’t want to do that with this one.
So, I’m going to explain.
When I woke up this morning on the park bench in the park, and opened my eyes, I was met with the most beautiful sight in the world – a clear blue sky and sunshine.
That feeling has been with me all day.
I wasn’t even disappointed that I missed the Sunrise. Sometimes the Sunrise is not even that beautiful. But when I woke up this morning!
The first thing that popped into my head was the video I posted at the top. I know they’re devils but I grew up in America…
Anyway, when I went to type the blog, “On A Clear Day” was what Allah (swt) Seemed to Want me to post. But I had posted that before I think. At least, I know I posted it on Facebook.
So, at first I had both. Then I deleted the Clear Day.
But kept the title.
So to help you, who may not be as into music as I am, understand the relationship between the title of the blog and the opening video, as well as what a beautiful day I’m having (and hope you are too 🙂 ) I’m going to post “On A Clear Day As Well.” Enjoy.
I like this one better though 😉
Oh my God. One time I was at the World Stage and I was going to sing this and the trio started off so good (swinging!) and I got through the first 32 bars LOVING IT!!! Then someone came and said they had to close early. SMH. Only me….
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I was going to write about the Farmer’s Market in Samo this weekend, but there isn’t really too much to say except it was dope, better than dtla and I got some bomb food.
I have video of this singer I want to post later, In Sha Allah.
She was French and her guitar was dope.
But I really want to fill you in on what happened after I got out of jail.
I wasn’t going to say anything but when I wrote about what happened to my laptop, I think there might be some confusion. So, I want to relate what happened.
I got out of jail, didn’t have any money, or else I was going to buy new everything.
But since I didn’t have any money, I HAD to go back to the house to get the stuff I left (my computer and sleeping bag).
So, I go back to this quiet little neighborhood in the Malibu Hills and I kind of had a feeling I might run into the man who ran me out of the house.
I had on the same thing and I was on foot.
Sure enough, I see the car he was driving and he was following me.
I turned around and started walking towards his car. He keeps driving and passes me up.
So, I turn back around now that he’s gone and continue walking towards the house.
To make a long story short (it’s almost Suppertime 😉 )
I went to the house and he was out there with some more evil hateful devils and started recording me on his phone.
I asked “Where is that white girl?”
One of the other devils mockingly said, “WHAT white girl?”
So, then I was like whatever and started walking away.
The devil who ran me out the first time was still recording but get this. He starts reciting John 3:16.
I was like, “For real?” SMH
But I keep walking.
Then he repeats it. And I couldn’t take it anymore.
I said loudly, “THAT’S A LIE!”
A. God does not have a son
B. He is all-powerful and doesn’t have to kill anybody just to forgive your sins.
So anyway, I went around the corner, called the Sheriffs, and they came and got my stuff.
I just thought it was interesting that that devil would start quoting the Bible.
If you don’t think we are living in The Holy Spiritual War of ARMAGEDDON, you’ve got another “think” coming.