بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Sisters & Brothers!

That’s how devils say it. LOL “Malk” ROFL But seriously, Pure Whole Milk is definitely THE BEST FOOD WE CAN CONSUME.

Unfortunately, the commercializers on our food realize this and have begun to package, label and sell drinks as milk, but they are not milk.

Be very, very careful. LOOK at the milk before you drink it.

This has been my observation:

* If it comes in a container wherein the contents are not clearly visible, i.e. an opaque container – not transparent – PROBABLY NOT MILK.

*If it says “VANILLA” – PROBABLY NOT MILK.

*Some new “organic” brand you have never heard of – PROBABLY NOT MILK.

I was floored when I poured out some liquid labeled as “organic whole milk” and it turned out to be some type of clear yellowish water. Nowhere even close to milk.

BE CAREFUL.

Additionally, don’t be consuming all the devil’s “health” and “protein” and “energy” foods and drinks either. They are not good for your health. Simple foods are best. The chemical he uses to extract the vitamins, minerals and nutrients from the foods they are found in are not good for you. Neither are the chemicals he uses to process these vitamins and minerals.

Get your nutrients from the foods they originally came in. Pure whole milk (LOOK at it first). And if you have the wherewithal (a yard with grass and some stability) purchase your own cow. This is the way of our forefathers and the ancients who lived 700, 800 and nearly one thousand years. Pure whole wheat bread. It is best to make your own. If you can grow your own wheat, that would be even better. Pure fresh fruits (uncooked) and vegetables (cooked). Navy Bean Soup with no meat added.

If the milk is transparent but says WHOLE MILK – probably not milk.

Cows cost around $200.00. You might want to start an apiary too and truly live in Heaven. There is no heaven after you die.

Also, at the 99 cents store here in California, you may be able to find good, pure, whole milk THAT DOES NOT NEED TO BE REFRIGERATED.

I know it sounds suspect, but I have tried it, tested it and LOVE IT.

It is very convenient for transients. It comes packaged in some special box and stays fresh, even after you open it.

A lot of times, we are offered such deals that we cannot believe them to be true and miss out. If you see it, purchase it so we can keep them in business. It only costs 99 cents and you can be sure the dairy industry is vehemently opposed.

I have only found it in California (the jumpoff for this type of stuff). And I can’t remember the brand name but it came in a light green and white container (a box). I have a sixth sense when it comes to food and this one is a winner.

Let’s do something for ourselves and combat the conspiracy to suck all of the blood out of the poor.

The brand we recommend in The Nation of Islam is ALTA DENA, however, they are undergoing a name change to Dairy Pure Milk or something like that. And the containers are opaque. So, I don’t know anymore. However, do the best you can until this devil has been removed and destroyed from the face of our planet Earth, forever.

READ THIS AND TRY AND LIVE A LONG TIME

 

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بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Sisters & Brothers!

Got a taste of the Auction Block living in New Orleans.

Ever heard a brother ask ostensibly, “over your head,” What’s it hittin’ fo? 😥

I was not paying any attention to him and don’t know who he was asking. Apparently some Brother in the vicinity, acting as my “Pimp.”

PROSTITUTION IS HUGE IN NEW ORLEANS. Ever heard of “The Red Light District?”

They were trying to gaffle me up big time the whole time I was there.

Even “gave” me an apartment, which turned out to be right in the thick of it; designating my pimp and everything.

I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I should have known when everybody associated with the housing process was Christian. Christianity is the devil’s religion and the women are prostitutes.

The second time I got out of jail in New Orleans – probably the most “religious” state in the Union – my release papers read that I had been arrested for “prostitution!” I had been arrested for trespassing, but in my relief to finally see the light of day, I let it slide, because I was just so happy to get out.

However, the next time I went to jail, one of the inmates, who was tight with the guards, started circulating the calumny that I was in there for prostitution. Of course, I vehemently denied it, not yielding even after some of the women tried to justify it!

I immediately went to make a formal complaint, requesting my arrest paperwork to determine if they had again tried to soil my reputation.

To my relief, my charges were for trespassing.

The police are worse than the general public. Every time I had a run in with them, they tried to put that on me. Even locating a Sister in their database who used to live at my address and had a prior conviction for the very same offense!

Her last name was the same as my ex, who works in law enforcement and is bitter because I will not succumb to his advances, so he tries to put her crimes on me (same name).

Sorry, but I am not nor will I ever. I will die a virgin.

The devil and his minions are trying to take the Best of Allah’s Creation and turn us into the worst.

Be Strong, Sisters. Fly to Allah and save yourself for your Husband! In Sha Allah 🙂

 

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters

For some reason I am always in jail when they ring in a new year.

Our (The Muslims’) new year was a few months ago and I am still celebrating. 🙂

But last year I was in jail and this year, my exes got together to see me imprisoned and it worked.

If you recall, last year, I was arrested for trespassing when I was kinda blessed with a house in Malibu.

It was great for three days, then (*crinkled fingers* *scrunched up face* AAAHHHH!!!!! AAAHHHH!!!! KAAAAHHHH!!!!! KAAAAHHHH!!!!!)

Ended up at the sheriff’s office and ever since my very first arrest, back in the late nineties, I have been averse to the fingerprinting process.

Back then they still used ink and paper and I used the residue left on my fingers to write boldly on my cell block “F*&$ BABYLON!” (Not a Muslim yet…)

Fast forward twenty years and the computerized fingerprinting process has only exacerbated my aversion. Thus, last year, I fought wildly against the fingerprinting process and was given two add-on charges of resisting arrest (because there were two officers trying to forcibly fingerprint me), which I was under the impression I had served the sentence for consecutively with the trespassing charges.

Not so, I found out yesterday. Apparently, the deputies were highly indignant at my resisting them (which I have learned all officers of the law are very sensitive to any form of resistance) and also discovered that I was looking at a year and a half in jail and $45,000.00 bond.

Ridiculous, of course. California is the bomb, but she is still in America.

After conferring with my defense, I was convinced that he was on the side of the prosecutor and did not have my best interest at heart to put it mildly.

So when he recommended a bail reduction hearing to the judge, my ears were alert. The judge asked why I did not show up for my arraignment. My “defense” shuffled his feet, looked at the ground and feigned ignorance, although I had made it crystal clear to him that I thought I had already served the time.

“BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW!” I yelled from behind the cage. The counsel and judge continued as if I had not spoken and the deputy warned me to remain silent.

The counsel continued to confer with the judge and I continued my intermittent interjections.

I could sense I was winning favor against both attorneys and for the judge when he reached under the bench and pulled out a thick book and referred to it.

Next thing, I know, he mentioned an O.R. (Own Recognizance) which was not even on the table. But then, I knew I was going to be released, in spite of the designs of my “defense,” which despite his lie that I would have been released that day would have actually had me sitting in jail until the date a bail review was set.

I will share with you something I observed during my time in police custody. Well, perhaps, I shall keep it to myself. But I will tell you this. LEARN SIGN LANGUAGE.

Here is another website that I have found useful: SIGNING SAVVY

And one of the best ways to learn is from the vantage point of a child. SIGNING TIME

When I was taken to the courthouse, I had a personal book in my possession, which coincidentally is a biographical account of Helen Keller and her teacher Annie Sullivan Macy (Assuring me that I am on Al Sirataal Mustaqeem 🙂 ) and the deputy after promising to return it to me upon depositing me in the cell, seemed to quite forget.

I tapped the window incessantly, banged on the door all the while the deputies seemed to have suffered hearing loss like Miss Keller.

Finally, in my frustration, I ceased making noise and resorted to silent hand signs, albeit seemingly to myself. I did the sign for book repeatedly, and after a while, I seemed to hear one of the deputies say, “BOOK.”

Next thing, I knew the deputy had my book in hand, and although somewhat reluctantly, made her way to my cell and gave it to me.

Also, as the counsel and judge were deliberating, I began to do the sign for “FREEDOM” also, to myself and then suddenly, out of nowhere, the term “O.R.” surfaced and entered the discussion.

This is new to me, but it seemed to be quite effective. There is something to be said for nonverbal or telepathic communication. The Force, if you will.

Remember, we only use one-tenth of our brain. The other ninety per cent must be reserved for this type of usage.

Many people downplay it (scientists, most notably) referring to it as pseudoscience or parapsychology and whatnot, but nevertheless, there is something to it.

Helen and Miss Sullivan were very often assumed to communicate in such fashion, however unaware of it they may have been.

In any case, I often try and exercise this faculty. I’m not going to tell you how because I want to win.

 

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dear Beloved Brothers and Sisters

Finally made it back to my Sunny Southern California HOME!!! Al Hamdulillah (All Praises are due to Allah).

I have been around the country, and Hawaii and I can honestly say, that I would not like to live anywhere else.

New Orleans, is great. The food. The music. The people. The river. The lake. I even went to Florida and visited Miami’s South Beach before returning home and it was definitely FLASHY. The beach was mediocre though compared to L.A.’s. It just wasn’t as sunny. It seems sunnier in L.A. even at nighttime, compared to Miami. LOL

But as an M.G.T., I can honestly say that the South has hospitality on Lock!

I went to jail almost immediately upon my arrival and the first thing I noticed was that, even in the main reception room, where they admit the inmates, and there can be about one hundred people in this room, the men and women were divided into opposite sides of the room.

At the shelter, the women were set apart from the men, in the mandatory church service as well as at the meal that followed. I absolutely loved that. Never experienced anything like it anywhere else in my travels.

The Sisters have a certain femininity, that is distinct from the women in other parts of the country. They are more modest and decent and take pride and pleasure in their femininity (completely opposite from the Brothers). Their accents in speech, mannerisms, everything says, “I am a woman and enjoy it. I do not want to appear masculine in any way.”

I have written before, but you know how the Brothers from New Orleans are known for saying, “Ya heard me?” Well, I noticed that the Sisters colloquialisms are even distinct from the Brothers. They say, “Heah?” It is so sweet! They just make you feel so at home, which is actually, my definition of “hospitality”  : To make someone feel at home.

On my return trip, I went into the Greyhound station store in T’Allah aSee, Florida, which is a Muslim name, and there was a magazine that the patron told me I could take with me on my trip.

It was called, Southern Lady, and I found it to be a gem of a resource concerning hospitality. So, I thought I would recommend it to my sisters because “A Muslim is not a Muslim until she wants for her Sister what she wants for herself.”

Here is the link.

 

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

 
Men are like buses. If one comes along, going in your direction, get on and ride it to the end of the line.

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

 

1. POOR PEOPLE NEED FOOD AND CLOTHES EVERYDAY OF THE YEAR – NOT JUST CHRISTMAS

2. REAL HOMELESS PEOPLE CANNOT GET A SHOWER AND OTHER RESOURCES BECAUSE OFF THE HUBBUB SURROUNDING CELEBRITIES DECIDING THEY COULD USE THE PUBLICITY THAT COMES FROM “FEEDING THE HOMELESS” AND THE MEXICANS WHO JUST WANT THE FREE MEAL.

3. CHRISTMAS CAN BE A VERY SAD TIME FOR PEOPLE WHO CANNOT BE WITH THEIR FAMILIES.

4. ALSO VERY CREEPY TO COME OUTSIDE AND THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO ONE IN SIGHT.  NO SOUND. NO CARS. NOTHING… CREEPY CHRISTMAS…

5. ONCE YOU DISCOVER THE TRUTH ABOUT SANTA CLAUSA, YOU DON’T GET ANYMORE GIFTS BUT YOU ARE REQUIRED TO BUY GIFTS FOR PEOPLE YOU MAY NOT EVEN LIKE, SOMETIMES FORCING YOU TO TAKE ON A PART-TIME JOB (MOONLIGHT).

6. OBLIGATORY OFFICE PARTIES, WHERE YOU AND YOUR CO-WORKERS GET DRUNK AND VOMIT ALL IN THE STREETS. NOW, WOULD BABY JESUS LIKE THAT???

7. DECEMBER 25 IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO JESUS’ BIRTHDAY. JESUS WAS BORN IN SEPTEMBER. DECEMBER 25 IS NIMROD‘S BIRTHDAY.

8. CHRISTMAS IS THE WHITE CHRISTIAN’S DAY. DECENT PEOPLE ALL OVER THE EARTH HAVE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF IT (THE FILTHY SONGS, THE PAGAN DECOR, THE LASCIVIOUS RITUALS ASSOCIATED WITH IT).

9. IT TEACHES CHILDREN THAT LYING IS ACCEPTABLE. DECEPTION!

10. EVERYTHING IS CLOSED. SO INCONVENIENT.

GET AWAY FROM THE PRACTICE OF IT. SHUN ANYTHING HAVING TO DO WITH IT. DO NOT ALLOW YOUR CHILDREN TO RECEIVE GIFTS. TELL THEM THE TRUTH. BUY THEM GIFTS EVERY TIME YOU GO TO THE STORE AND THEY WILL BE GLAD THEY ARE NOT A PART OF IT.

 

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

COUNTRY, KITH AND KIN

TECHNICALLY I’M 0 FOR 3

MY NATION HAS NO HOME.

LIKE THE KURDISH WITH NO KURDISTAN

IN ANOTHER MAN’S LAND – WE ROAM

MY FRIENDS I HAVE FORSAKEN

THEY THINK I AM PLAYING,

BUT THEY ARE MISTAKEN.

WHEN IT COMES TO MY DEEN,

EVERYTHING ELSE, I’VE SHAKEN –

EVEN MY “FAMILY” :

MY NEAREST OF KIN

THEY KNOW DON’T EVEN BOTHER

AND I’M NOT CALLING THEM!!!

ALLAH IS SUFFICIENT –

ON HIM DO I RELY.

FOR MY COUNTRY, KITH AND KIN

I NOW CALL UMMA

AND FOR THEM…

I’M WILLING TO DIE.

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Black Family

WHEREAS, we Black people in America are in desperate need of a return to the traditional values and morals inherent in our nature

WHEREAS, the original man is the ASIATIC BLACKMAN and He is the God of the Universe

WHEREAS, we recognize his divine role as the caretaker of the ASIATIC BLACK FAMILY and the ruler of the Universe

WHEREAS, we further recognize that the family is the cornerstone of the Asiatic Black Community

I HEREBY PROPOSE THE INCORPORATION OF “HUSBAND’S DAY”

WHEREIN, all husbands will receive the Monday after Father’s Day a paid holiday

To encourage more Black men to see the value in marrying and caring for a Black woman and Black children.

“The Black Man is being taught to take care of his family. There is no place in the Nation of Islam for a man who will not take care of his children. This is the way of the Christian, to have children by women and let the women worry about how they will live, to have the woman working to feed you and your children — this is not the Muslim way.”

– The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

الإخوان المسلمين السلام_عليكم

I’M HARD AS A DIAMOND

SOFT AS A ROSE PETAL

A BEAUTIFUL GODZILLA

A KITTEN ON THE INSIDE OF A FIRE-BREATHING BUTTERFLY

WITH THE HEART OF A LION

A TITANIUM FEATHER

A BLOCK OF STEEL PUSHOVER

AS CAPRICIOUS AS A TUMBLEWEED

A SPORE FROM A BRICK

DIVIDED AND SUBDIVIDED

TO BUILD THIS TEMPLE

3 CUBITS X 4 CUBITS X 6 CUBITS

COVERED IN THE ARMOUR OF ALLAH

FOR THE BELIEVERS

AGAINST EVERYBODY ELSE

THE BELIEVERS GET THE KISS FROM THE ROSE

AND EVERYBODY ELSE GETS CRUSHED BY THE DIAMOND!!!!

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

الإخوان المسلمين السلام_عليكم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved And Beautiful Asiatic Black Ummah!!!

You know I’m homeless, right? Well, keeping and storing my favorite beverage (milk & honey) has proven to be somewhat problematic. As a result, I have opted to use water in stead of the milk.

It is still very, very, very good, especially when I can get fresh RAIN WATER.

Down here in N’awleans, it rains a great deal – often and in abundance. I have never experienced rain like New Orleans rain anywhere else. I mean, you can see it moving across the ground. Let me see if I can find a video. BRB

I love it when I’m at the pad. But once I got caught in a tropical storm and that really made me cautious. The wind was strong and I felt like it could pick me up. But, when the wind is cool, it’s kinda fun. I like to sing “Wade in the Water…” as I walk. I used to get in the water at the beach fully clothed and shod, so it’s no big deal to me. 🙂

Water is very healing. I mean just to hear it, soothes the nerves. It adds oxygen to the air, making respiration easier and better for your well-being. I hand wash everything and it is hydrotherapy.

Out here the air is so HUMID. I always hear people complaining about it, but I LOVE IT. When you step outside, it feels like a warm embrace. I call them “LOUISIANA HUGS.” ❤ ❤ ❤

WATER WATER WATER! Use it! It is LIFE!

And, although it may be against some CAPITALIST, RACIST, DEVIL SWINES’ LEGISLATION – I have copped a big bucket and every time it rains, it rains libations from Allah. And I collect in abundance. “My cup overflows,” as King Dawood sang in The Zabur. 🙂

I mean really, how can these devils make it against the law to collect WATER from Heaven??? They are the most arrogant, presumptive, oppressive devils to ever live on our planet. The nerve!

But you have to keep in mind that these are also the people who made it a crime punishable by imprisonment and even death, to teach us how to read or attain freedom from their murderous merciless hands.

So, I collect rain water by the buckets and it pisses them off to no end. This morning, a devil pig tried to run me off while I was cycling around the pad and thinking deeply.

I averted them – another unit always follows – and went back in. Why did I hear him ramsacking my whole domicile? Devil talking bout “Jesus this, Jesus that…” White devil christians and the most hatemongering people.

What did I do to him? He busted in, threw my glass of baking soda (that I keep for freshening the air) and shattered it against the wall. Poured out my beautiful and bright happy yellow flowers on the ground. Threw my chair down the stairs and emptied my bucket of water all over the floor. For what? Because of Allah’s Name Sake! It wasn’t rainwater, Al Hamdullilah. But WATER is the most valuable asset and very difficult to come by when you are homeless.

I just got out of jail for trespassing at my spot where there’s a faucet, while I was playing Rebecca, hoping to run into Ibrahim’s ambassador, while I was gathering my rations, hoping he would take me to Ishaaq. 🙂 But no such luck. Ran into one time and they gaffled me up like 1985. SMH Had me in lockup for six days.

And the cold part about it is I was contemplating going, just for the three hots and a cot. As GMob said, “Plenty of us in jail, just to eat a decent meal.”

But, when you get in there it’s a different story. I saw some improvements from my complaints. There are shower curtains now. And they don’t serve corn pone (cornbread without the butter or eggs) as often. But, I learned the hard way, jail is not the place for me, even if the food and the bed is “free.”

The yard was easier to access and I put in a request for a few hours each week on the grass yard outside the prison. That would be amazing, but I enjoyed the basketball court. I only play when I’m locked up in jail or in the hospital. At least in L.A. New Orleans mental hospitals don’t have basketball courts. But they do have music and Second Lines, kinda. 🙂

I did not consider, well I considered, but decided against, checking in the psych ward. The meds make me more paranoid than when I’m off them. And you HAVE to take them to get out. I have refused and been forcibly restrained, while I was kicking and screaming and fighting against it – by about six big Black male cops – so the “doctor” could inject some poison into my bum. So, no go. I’ll take my chances with the five finger discount at the store where everything is “free.99”

I have a meeting to attain housing in about twenty minutes. These Christians and their “programs”… I already chose the place, just let me sign the paperwork, give me the key and leave me be. But that would be too much like right… They want to make me crazier, so, I’m sitting here writing about ZANZIBEER, which I would bet my bottom dollar (if it wasn’t against THE RESTRICTIVE LAWS OF ISLAM to gamble) that the City in Tanzania – ZANZIBAR – is named after ZANZIBEER. The city is famous for its marketplaces and I’m sure ZANZIBEER is a hot commodity – Hot enough to even name the city after.

So, I collect RAIN WATER. It is the BEST. And, I have collected water from the MISSISSIPPI RIVER. It is the BEST too. But Allah delivers RAIN WATER. 🙂

So, I DRINK it. I BATHE in it. I CLEAN with it. And I MAKE ZANZIBEER WITH IT!

Zanzibeer is the ARABIC word for one of my most favorite spices in the whole world – but be careful when giving it to your Little Angels. It can burn the throat if it stews too long or if you have to use powder, like us homeless folkers, and use too much of it.

It is much better when grated and stewed to make a tea. Add a little honey and Almond Extract and you’ve got your ZANZIBEER.

Ginger grows like wildflowers down here in New Orleans.

I once walked past where someone had harvested some and the smell was intoxicating. I tried harvesting it myself but was only equipped with my silver spoon and was not successful.

In sha Allah (If it pleases Allah) I’ll get back and try again with better utensils. I need to bury my hair and nails, so it may be sooner than I had expected. 🙂

So cheah, try the ZANZIBEER and add a little spice to your banal and insipid lives. 😉 Muah!
❤ WADOODAH ❤