CHEESE

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

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

I haven’t written on the topic of food in a while and it is so critical to our physical, mental and spiritual well-being, I thought I should write a few lines on the subject. Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE: 

“Do not make a habit of filling your stomach with aged cheese. Eat cream cheese as much as possible, it is better for your digestive system.” 

And I bear witness. As vegetarians and as The Chosen People of Allah (God) we cannot eat just any type of food.

The Bible compares us to sheep and goats. As you know, a goat will eat anything from newspaper to an old shoe, but sheep are very particular about what they eat. As are we.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Delivered the Spiritual Message of Allah (God) to us, therefore he also had to deliver the Physical Message of Allah (God) to us that prophet Isa (Jesus) told us would protect that life and give us “More Life Abundantly.

We do not eat meat. But a diet of small white navy bean soup, whole milk and whole-wheat bread once a day will keep us living one hundred and forty years – if we fast once a month for three days.

I’ve been homeless for awhile and I can’t cook bean soup, so I get my protein, fats and carbohydrates from cheese and sometimes boiled eggs. I love the boiled eggs, especially with New Orleans’ Zatarain’s Creole Seasonings. It’s so funny because I read Pops’ autobiography and he called them “Zatterman’s.” LOL

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This seasoning is so good! They sell it in L.A., I just never tried it until I moved out here and lived with some New Orleanians and they had it. So, I tried it and it has that unmistakable New Orleans’ flavor. Do Not Get Tony’s – a cheap and inferior imitation! It doesn’t have the New Orleans’ flavor. It tastes like regular seasoning salt.

Sometimes I just sprinkle Zatarain’s on a slice of plain whole wheat bread or a wheat bagel with a little butter (or not 🙂 ) and eat it just like that but it’s really good with cream cheese too.

There is this big trend now toward using EVOO in all our cooking, and so I used that instead of the butter at first, then I remembered that our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE that if we must have some fat, then we should take the fat from milk (butter).

My son was so adamant about HOW TO EAT TO LIVE that he would not allow me to buy oil even to fry eggs. I HAD to use butter. He also would remind me, when we went grocery shopping to ALWAYS read labels.

You know we vegetarians have very simple tastes. Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be upon him) taught us in How To Eat To Live that “simple foods are best” and not to try and keep up with the devil and all his fancy foods. Every week he has some new food or new way of preparing new food. He warned us that you will be keeping up with him to the grave. :/

Don’t go walking up and down every aisle when you go shopping. Make a list! You will stumble up on some new food and wind up with the filthy poison hog on your plate. Ewww!!!!!

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I haven’t figured out what it is in Creole Seasoning that gives it that distinct, incomparable New Orleans’ flavor, but I think it’s curry.

The eggs are best when I can find them still in the shells. But sometimes, you can get burned by unscrupulous shop owners. I was lucky yesterday to find some shelled but they were still fresh and without a foreign taste! And at CVS! I’m trying to put Walgreen’s out of business so you can imagine my ecstasy. I was positively rapturous! I even found a small can of small, white navy beans the other day at a local grocery store. The first can I found was too big for one serving (homeless, remember? No fridge) But these were regular sized cans. So, the point is that my diet is improving, Al Hamdulillah! I’ve been doing very well on the cheese, however, which is more accessible.

I began eating cream cheese on my wheat toast with my bean soup on the recommendation of an F.O.I. in 2009 and was amazed at how good it is!

And my digestive system LOVED it too. I just felt better overall.

When your digestive system is on point, your whole body is on point.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us that the brain is connected to the digestive system. So, If your digestive system is functioning at full capacity, your brain, which regulates the entire body is better able to keep you in a state of homeostasis, which just means you’re cool.

But anyway, I prefer bagels to regular bread, since I can’t make my own right now. Thomas’ makes these deliciously soft 100 per cent whole wheat bagels that are fabulous and I use Philly Cream Cheese on those.

Another F.O.I. got me into buying brand name stuff instead of the store brands. They are usually better. And M.G.T. deserve the best that Allah Has to offer. And I tell you once I had just bought two packages of Philly. One was opened and the other was not, when NOPD gaffled me up and put me in with the hoes and larcenists for over two months. Do you know when I got back to the Honeycomb Hideout, the unopened package was still good???

That’s a good sign. Food that doesn’t spoil is better than foods that spoil quickly. I think it has fewer germs. Like meats spoil overnight but fruits and vegetables take a long time to spoil. Except berries. They rot in the store. :/

I have a soft spot in my heart for Philly anyway, just on the strength of T.S.O.P.

And please, never, ever buy orange cheese. Those cheeses have artificial color added for some reason. And American Cheese is not even cheese. It doesn’t fulfill the qualifications. The devil probably did some type of survey and found that most people prefer orange cheese to white. But think about it, my Beloved Black Brothers and Sisters. Cheese comes from milk. Milk is white. So cheese is naturally WHITE. Only Eat White Cheese and stay away from the devils’ poison foods.

Yes, butter is yellow, but that’s because it is all of the fat in milk separated from the liquid part and concentrated.

CHEESE is made from milk, so it is naturally white like everything else made from milk, i.e. yoghurt, cream cheese, cottage cheese, cream, ice cream, buttermilk and curds and whey.

Anyway, go out and get you some good PHILADELPHIA Cream Cheese, and enjoy good health, a beautiful appearance and a long life.

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!

Your Sister,

❤ LOVE ALLAH ❤

PRINCE ROGERS NELSON

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters and Brothers!

So Wynton’s album is dropping on Prince’s birthday. I mean, that’s when the premiere is. June 7.

Do you think W likes Prince? I think I recall him saying he doesn’t like ANY popular (“pop”) music.

I understand because I think there are many musicians who don’t listen to popular music. Miles’ wife said he used to listen to Classical music.

And I met a Brother back in the nineties who didn’t listen to radio. I was incredulous. My whole world revolved around the radio back in those days.

And we were in his car! Can you imagine not listening to the radio in the car!

I was working for a music video production company but I had my own Entertainment News Show before I started working there.

In any case, the Brother was giving me a ride to a record label where I was scheduled to interview these guys.

That day was pivotal in the direction of my life. That was the first time I experienced worlds’ colliding.

My boss didn’t want me to go. She told me once she wished she had an entertainment news program. I was young and didn’t realize she was possibly envious of me.

I also didn’t see any conflict of interest. But she wanted me to join her “girls.” Still does.

I was happy doing my own thing. But didn’t realize how powerful and dangerous the entertainment industry can be.

Anyway, when worlds collide, all kinds of stuff starts happening and we never made it.

If I knew what I know now, I might have trodded on. But I was just doing it for fun. And trodding is not fun. :/ It’s werk!

But we plan and Allah Plans. Surely ALLAH is the BEST of PLANNERS!

I launched a lot of musical careers with my show – Cee-Lo, Black Eyed Peas, Badu and others I can’t recall it’s been so long.

But anyway, ALLAH is The Best of Planners.

M.G.T. are not supposed to work anyway. 🙂 We are FREE!!! Allah u Akbar! Al Hamdulillah!

So, I’ve always had a healthy fear of Prince.

The first time I saw him, I was maybe six or seven and the image of him naked on a white horse, with his hair done like a woman’s and his arms covering his chest like he had breasts like a woman, really CREEPED me out.

I have an innate sense of right and wrong that other people don’t seem to possess. At least not to the same degree.

Then I saw the “Automatic” video and got creeped out some more.

Then I heard “Little Red Corvette” and I realized, this man is just nasty.

But in Junior High my Best Friend was his biggest fan.

It didn’t help that their birthdays were on the same day.

I mean she used to come to school with a lace ribbon over one eye and lace gloves. Probably purple.

She used to do his dance with one leg in front of the other one, then behind, then in front then behind, across the floor and finish it off with a half-split.

I know, birds of a feather. But I still was not cool with him. Especially when “E—– City” dropped. But he was growing on me.

I mean the whole world was divided musically between him and Mikey, but I have never been one to like popular artists. I guess I’m like other musicians in that way.

When I would go to the mall with my friends, they were buying Michael Jackson posters and buttons and I bought Stymie and Mr. T.

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I just cannot resist cute little Black boys. They are so adorable. Tell me you don’t wanna squeeze him.

I had a lil’ cousin when I was in High School who I used to take everywhere with me. He was about three or four and couldn’t say “ch” Which makes sense because now I am an amateur linguist and “ch” and “j” are very harsh sounds. They are almost aggressive and antagonistic. I know “ch” is not apart of our original language (Arabic) and I have heard many people say the “j” was not a part of spoken language during the time of Jesus.

In Arabic, his name is ISA. Janet Jackson named her son Isa too. After Prophet Isa (Jesus).

I believe these harsh sounds originated after the making of the devil caucasian race, who was made to shed blood and make mischief.

Anyway, he couldn’t say “l” either. Which takes a little more effort than “n” which his “l’s” ended up sounding like.

So I would often take him to Thrifty’s around the corner from my house and buy him an ice cream cone for a dime(!). I would ask him what flavour he wanted and he would invariably say, “I want brown.” LOL A little Afrocentric Brother after my own heart. 🙂

But I told him that flavour was called “Chocolate.” And he would reply, “I want SHOCKANIT.” So cute!!!

The Game was one of those irresistible little bitches too. (I haven’t forgotten our subject 😉) Let me see if I can find his baby picture.

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See what I’m saying?

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So, last Summer, I was homeless in Santa Monica but spent the majority of my time in “The ‘Bu.”

It was only one amazing busride up the California Coast. PCH, Baby!

And I had a tap card too!?!? Pshhhh, it was on and popping! Nigga, whut!!!???

So, anyway. Like I said, I was homeless and if you’ve never been homeless. You just will never be able to understand what it’s like.

I often say that everyone should be homeless at least once in their lifetime. It teaches a resourcefulness that just cannot be learned elsewhere.

It also teaches a profound GRATEFULNESS.

Anyway, there were many nights I spent on the streets waiting for the Sun to come up. So, I figured I might as well sit at the bus stop and wait for the buses to start running. Consequently, I would be on the first bus to Malibu and would spend the entire day and sometimes the night out there.

The stars are so beautiful in The ‘Bu.

I noticed the “Drinking Gourd” is truthfully in the North.

But the skies in The Southern part of the United States are WAY better! I’m starting to recuperate from the bout of homesickness I’ve been battling. In part because I realize that this is worse.

So, I noticed an intelligent-looking Brother on the bus reading a book. And the book looked so familiar I thought it was Message To The Blackman in America by The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) and I was stunned.

I had to get a closer look. So, I looked closer and discovered it was The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) but the book was “The Fall of America.”

Everybody likes that book. They might not be ready for Message to the Blackman yet, but anybody in their right mind likes The Fall of America and How To Eat To Live too.

So, anyway, I bit.

We started rapping and he asked my name. I told him and asked his name. I found out he wasn’t in the Nation and had other books he was reading. I am pretty sure I was aware that he was Prince’s Doppelganger from the moment I saw him. But it didn’t matter to me, so I can’t say for certain.

Eventually, he got off the bus. He told me he worked at this “private” beach resort.

It’s not really private but it’s way in the cut so people can’t just pass by and see it and go there.

But the people who do go there (mostly devils or Christian foreigners) act like everything is theirs. IT ANNOYS ME TO NO END. They have the aggravating tendency to call everything, “Our.” “Our beach;” “Our music;” (jazz) “Our planetI HATE IT! Because I KNOW and THEY KNOW that the only part of OUR PLANET that they were divinely given is the hills and cavesides of Europe – the WORST part of our planet.

But they have taken over 90 per cent of the entire Earth.

IMPERIALIST DEVILS!

Their time is up though. The Blackman is reclaiming his place and removing the devils. Hence this war that Trump is so actively trying to win. But he might as well just commit suicide. It’s Christianity vs. Islam. And THEY DON’T STAND A CHANCE. We are removing them by degrees. You don’t want to wait until The Fire to choose Islam. Trust me.

So, I didn’t spend every night on the street and it was about a month before I was on that first bus again.

But he got on and sat near me.

I don’t know what he did this time, but I ended up saying something to him again and he moved over closer to where I was seated.

Now, you know Prince is hypersexual and this doppelganger had sex oozing out of every pore.

I had to move away a little.

But I couldn’t help wondering why I kept running into him.

I don’t believe in coincidences and I have often felt pressure from people who want me to sing. So, thoughts and images of “Vanity” and “Appolonia” and Sheila ran through my head. And I thought to myself, he doesn’t seriously think I am going to be his next slut, does he?

And don’t act like Sheila’s not a slut. Krush Groove. :/

So, he greeted me by name and I told you I wasn’t sweating him and had completely forgotten his name.

I humbly asked him to refresh my memory.

Why did he say “MICHAEL?”

I never took that bus again.

But I can’t front.

Recidivism and Irrecidivism

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Family,

I guess I have some explaining to do.

I have been in New Orleans since October. Spent the entire end of the year in jail. Where I suffered tremendously. I could enumerate the indignities without probability of fatigue and never exhaust them. The only good thing is that I was afforded the opportunity to read “EMMA” by Jane Austen. The benefits of such an auspicious undertaking are too numerous to mention.

As a writer and as a propagandist of prude femme, I highly recommend it.

The Sister who is desirous of augmenting her verbal acumen, as well as her prudenciality, will find even Jane’s missives to be advantageous.

I am presently imbibing “PRIDE AND PREJUDICE” and can truthfully endorse it as being equivalent to the former in its sesquipedalianity.

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Beloved Sisters and Brothers, We are at the aborning of a new year. Spring is the season of rebirth after the death of Winter.

For me it is a time of reflection and reconsideration of certain life decisions.

I feel my biological clock ticking and even my patience wears thin, especially when I see no signs of my love reciprocated.

Of course, my soulmate is still my soulmate. But how many people are actually with their soulmate?

I know he knows what is up, but his priorities differ from mine. My motivation is LOVE, whereas his is money. He loves money more than he loves me and I don’t anticipate any foreseeable change in his perspective.

The patina of age, illuminated by the passing of another year, has saliently illustrated that forever is longer than I anticipated. Ergo, I am realizing my option of giving someone else a chance.

Admittedly, I have never been intimate with an F.O.I., therefore my former resolve that if any one is going to misuse me, it would have to be my soulmate, is in question.

There is no being in the universe comparable to the FRUIT OF ISLAM, so with somewhat mild alacrity, I am considering it.

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

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Although All that Remains of

My Heart is Shards of Stained Glass Red;

That has been Scattered by the Wind;

To the Four Corners of the Earth;

Never to be Conjoined Again;

My MIND is a Cavernous Inlet –

Supersaturated with the Waters of Life –

Insatiably Siphoning Intellectual Nutrients

Out of the Earth,

Until it is Swollen With Omniscience,

Infinitely Multiplying its Mass

With Knowledge, Vigour and Philanthropy.

My Shell is AN INDESTRUCTIBLE

SUPREMELY-CRAFTED

GALAXY

Comprised of Compassion

Characterized by Perfection

And Paradigmatically Designed for Emulation

I LIVE TO FULFILL ALLAH’S (SWT) PLAN

Thus, I Willingly Sacrifice My Heart

For the Greater Good

Vitoria e Certa.

 

AL HAMDULILLAH

BISMILLAHI RAHMANI RAHIM

AS-SALAAMU ALAIKUM MY BELOVED BROTHERS AND SISTERS!

I REALLY DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

I THOUGHT THIS BLOG WAS BLACK HISTORY.

BUT HERE IT IS.

THANK-YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT.

NOW THAT I KNOW IT’S HERE, I MIGHT WRITE. MIGHT NOT.

I’M STILL M.G.T & G.C.C., STILL IN LOVE WITH ZAWJI, EXPECTING HIM TODAY, HAPPY, HEALTHY, FEELING AND LOOKING BETTER THAN WE EVER HAVE IN LIFE, THANKFUL FOR ALLAH’S BLESSINGS. HOPING THE SAME FOR YOU. ❤ ❤ ❤ OUR CHILDREN ARE GOOD TOO.

AS-SALAAMU’ ALAIKUM!

P.S. CHANGED MY NAME AGAIN – IT’S STILL LOVE – JUST IN ARABIC. 🙂

WADOODAH ALLAH ❤ ❤ ❤

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The Most Intelligent Man ALIVE!!

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved & Beautiful Asiatic Black People of the Planet Earth

FIRE

UNDERGROUND CALIFORNIA SOUND POUNDS!!!
ELOQUENT, BENVOLENT, RELEVANT
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, INTELLIGENT!
This Black Brother threw some Black History in his rhyme saying, “I’m lit just like a filament.”
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“MY MIND’S MY NINE; MY PEN MY MACK 10; MY TARGET ALL EMCEES WHO STARTED RAPPIN.”

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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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

Kayfa Haluk? Bihayul Walhamdulillah!!!

That means “How are you doing? I’m good, All Praise is due to Allah!!!” in our native and that of our righteous foreparents language – al Arabiya 😉 ARABIC.

I don’t know what’s going on but the spiritual world is in an uproar. The witches are at me!

I was analyzing the words occult and cult. They have the same root. That’s probably why they are so sketchy. Stay away from both.

I’m even starting to wonder about “culture.”

That can be a bad thing.

Our only “culture” should be ISLAM, which is not a “culture” it is a way of life.

Cultures separate people into cults.

Let’s try and focus on ALLAH and doing His Will and not on territorial or cultural restraints.

They limit you and The Nation of Islam “has a future of unlimited progress!” ALLAHU AKBAR!!!

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So, today is the last day of A.J. Week August 2017 and guess what my Baby got me last night???

OLIVE JUICE!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Only the TRUES know what that means! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀

And HONEY!!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Everybody knows what THAT means!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀

But I can’t wait to see what he has in store, if anything for the closing ceremonies…..

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What’s-her-name’s play made me walk out.

I should have known. Anything put on by the devil is going to be in his favor. But I thought because the playwright was Black and moderately intelligent, I might get something out of it.

Allah Told Me I should have known when I saw the entire cast was devils.

I would never do anything like that.

She was one of those Black “progressives” like DuBois who thought that you could change a devil.

But ALLAH Has Decided that they cannot be reformed so you have to kill them all.

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I had a good weekend studying.

This is education season, except for little devils who are still going to the beach. I noticed that there were A LOT of them at the beach today, when school started for public schools last week! I hate the devil. They put our kids in school early. AUGUST?!?!? Just to get them off the street. While theirs are still enjoying their parents, who are at the beach with them.

Allah Will Pay Them Back.

But it is education season because all of a sudden I have five books. I’m not going to college. I don’t think I can submit to anyone. So, I’m teaching myself. And I’m my BEST Teacher.

I wish I knew more Arabic. Anybody know a native speaker willing to teach me? For FREE? Tell him or her – Jazakallahul khayr.

We are entering a new month and change is occurring. So pray, pray, pray to Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, for GUIDANCE!

Memorize this

I HATE WHOLE FOODS!!!

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved & Beautiful Asiatic Black Queens & Kings!

I HATE WHOLE FOODS!!! 

TRADER JOE’S TOO.

They exceed the limits. It’s like people becoming vegan when Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us that Milk and Bread are your best foods. And not almond milk and not soymilk. :/

To eat healthy you don’t have to substitute snacks for twigs and thistles!

Now, I don’t eat chips because they are made out of white potatoes or cornmeal and our Beloved Messenger (May the peace and the blessings of Allah forever be upon him) taught us in How To Eat To Live, to “leave those old white potatoes alone” and that the only corn we should eat is corn “in its milk stage.”  I believe that is when you bite into it and the white milky fluid comes out of it.

JUST EAT FRUIT and sweets in moderation (like only after Supper).

The last time I went in there (and it will be the LAST), I was looking for some Lindt Lindor Chocolate. They had dark chocolate everything, because that’s supposed to be “good for you.”

To HELL with what you think is “good for me.” You can’t live even beyond one hundred years and gonna try and tell somebody what’s “good for them.:/

We know you were made to kill us so your health advice is only going to shorten our lives.

I remember, during Christmas, there was this big anti-propaganda campaign against Nutmeg. Which is probably the best seasoning in the world for sweets, one of, at least. Just because they don’t want us to have it.

Same thing with MILK. Everybody’s talking about how bad milk is for you within the last ten or so years. I guess it’s becoming scarce. It sure is expensive in California. Not so much in New Orleans. Anyway, Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us in How To Eat To Live that “Milk and bread are your best foods.”

Not to mention, MILK & HONEY is the beverage of Heaven.

But the last thing the devil wants is to see his slaves enjoying Heaven.

It is like Lazarus and the Rich man.

That story is about us, but the Christian preacher will not tell you that because his job is to keep you out of heaven.

The beggar, Lazarus spent his life begging at the rich man’s gate. Eventually both men died. Lazarus was taken to Heaven where he sat in the bosom of Abraham, while the rich man was tormented in Hell.

The rich man did not like Lazarus in heaven, so he tried to get him to get trapped in hell with him by asking Abraham if Lazarus could bring him some water.

Lazarus probably would have done it, because he was a good man, but Abraham would not allow him.

Why didn’t the rich man invite Lazarus into his house to give HIM some water when he was begging outside his gate?

Abraham had rewarded the good man Lazarus (the so-called American Negroes) with Heaven but the Rich Man (America) hated it so much that he tried to TRICK Lazarus into Hell with him.

But that’s what they were made to do.

So do not take anything they say for truth. Especially, when it comes to what foods to eat or not. They are trying to kill us and what we put into our bodies as foods keeps us here and the same will take us away.

Resigning myself to the chocolate deficit, I went in search of some chocolate chip cookies.

0 for 2

Not one chocolate chip cookie in the whole store.

All they sell are “nutrition” bars with a bunch of stuff that you don’t even know what it is or with nuts that one meal of them will take off five years of your life. But it’s supposed to be “good for you.” :/

I would laugh if it wasn’t so sad.

I see my Sisters paying gym memberships, and private trainers and whatnot trying to lose weight when all you have to do is learn how and WHEN to eat.

Three meals a day will kill you at a very early age. Eat One Meal a Day or one meal every other day and one meal a week. You will live into the centuries like the old patriarchs, Nuh (Noah) and Methuselah.

We have been taught the wrong foods to eat by our enemies, the devil slavemasters and nearly all Black women over twenty are overweight. It hurts.

We have to change our lifestyles, Sisters. STOP WATCHING T.V. GET OFF THE COMPUTER. GO OUTSIDE.

You will find yourself doing things that are more athletic without even trying. Even reading a book requires you to go out and get a book. (Computers include Kindles). 😉

And stay out of Whole Foods. Go to Ralph’s. My favorite store. Vons is too expensive. Pavillions is worse. If you can find a clean Food 4 Less, go there. I would even prefer Walmart to Whole Foods. That is where I did most of my grocery shopping in New Orleans. Pathmark in New York is cool too. Publix in Atlanta was too expensive. I didn’t see a Kroger or Winn Dixie but I would prefer Publix to Whole Foods.

You’ll kill yourself eating all those manmade, processed, nut-based and soy derived “health foods.” According to How To Eat To Live, “Soy beans are not good for anything but for shortening your life.”

I walked out of there with nothing but the determination to never return.

The whiteman is the wickedest thing to ever walk the earth.

Read this, stay out of Whole Foods and try to eat to live.

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INFINITY #2

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Early morning
Woman and teenage boy biking on beach

Hakim riding backwards talking when out of the blue, a man on a bike followed by a devil on a bike, rides out in front of him.

Love screams out, “Hakim! Look out!”

They collide.

“Hey man! Why don’t you look where you’re…”

“Aw, man, I’m sorry..”

The women reach them.

The man and woman realize who each other is.

“Cheryce!” the man says, smiling that smile that’s reserved just for her.

“You okay, Hakim?” She gets off her bike. Hakim says he’s alright. “Well, A.J., this is Hakim…. Hakim [pause], meet your father.”

They shake hands.

The man says, “Cheryce…”

She interrupts, “I changed my name to Love Allah.”

“Oh, I didn’t know.” He says, “Love Allah, this is Carlyn. Carlyn, this is apparently, my Baby Mama.”

Carlyn looks at A.J.; then at Love; then at Hakim; then at A.J. again and says, “I can’t marry a man with kids.”

She takes off an engagement ring and hands it to him. Turns her bike around and goes back wherever she came from.

A.J. says, “Easy come; easy go. So Love, why did I not know about my son here?”

Love says, “A.J. Honey, can we all go inside and sit down?”

“Of course, Love.”

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Love sips a cup of Chai and then places it in front of her. “After everything happened, you seemed like you didn’t want to be bothered. And I didn’t want to trap you…”

“But to do everything alone…”

“I have Allah, Who Came in the Divine Person of Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Due Forever. And, with His Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him), We Have Raised A Genius. If you care to get to know him, you’ll see.

“Well, yeah, I care! I’m sorry I missed out on all these years! Look, I don’t live too far from here. Are you guys free for Supper?”

Hakim says, “Well, I got band practice but you two should definitely hook up.”

Love looks back and forth between them like, “Do I really want to be alone with him again?” But they both reassuringly look at her, she acquiesces, “What time?

A.J. smiles that smile that’s reserved solely for her, “Six

Love nods and A.J. and Hakim say in unison, “It’s a date!”

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Love in her walk-in closet, obviously deciding what to wear. Hakim sits in a divan in her sitting room.

“Mom, you know you’re supposed to wear pink.”

“I know, but which one?

“The one with the pearls, of course. Come on, Ma, you know him better than that.”

“Did you really not recognize him?”

“I knew him as soon as we crashed.”

Love laughs, “You’re so HAKIM!!!” 😀

Hakim says, “I gotta go to practice. Just be yourself. Baduhboo. Gimme some honey.”

She gives him some honey. He walks out and she takes the garment into her dressing room.

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She pulls up in front of the house on her bike. And says a quick prayer before ringing the doorbell.

The door is answered by an older woman. She pulls Love in and says, “Love Allah! Come give yo mama a hug, girl! It’s been SO LONG!!! I hear I got another Grandbaby!”

Love gets enveloped into Millie’s embrace. “Yes Ma’am. It has been awhile. Your Grandbaby’s Name is HAKIM.”

“Well, do you have any pictures?” She says, guiding her into the house, arm in arm, “You remember Abdul?”

“Of course, how are you, Sir?”

“Pretty good. Let’s see those pictures.”

“Okay,” Love takes out her phone. “This is him playing drums with his band. And, this is him in his football uniform. This is him with his bike club…”

A.J. comes out with an apron on. “Hey, Love. Supper is almost ready.”

Love looks at him, nervously. “Oh, I should have told you. I’m a Vegetarian.”

Millie breaks out laughing and hits Love on the arm, “Girl, who ain’t a Vegetarian nowadays?

Abdul says, “We’re all Vegetarians!”

Everybody laughs.

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All seated at the table lavishly decorated with a crisp white tablecloth, silver candle holders and white tapers and a beautiful centerpiece with orchids.

A.J. asks Abdul to bless the food.

Abdul recites Al Fatiha.

A.J. looks at Love and smiles that beautiful smile that’s reserved just for her. “What? You didn’t know we were Muslims?”

Love tilts her head to the side and says, “Well, his NAME IS ABDUL!” 

Everybody laughs and begins eating.

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AFTER DINNER

Love offers to help with the dishes. Millie won’t let her, “No Honey, that’s what dishwashers are for. You kids go sit in the Living Room. Me and Abdul got the dishes.”

A.J. takes Love’s hand and leads her into the Living Room. They sit on a Love Seat in front of a blazing fire.

He says, “You know I don’t believe in coincidences. There’s a reason you had my baby.”

Love says, “Yes Sir.

He continues, “We’re bonded for life. Might as well make it official.” He takes out a little blue Tiffany’s box. “Will you marry me?”

Love smiles and answers, “You know, I’ve waited all my life to hear you say those words.” Of course, I’ll marry you. I was made to marry you.”

He slips the ring on her finger.

Millie and Abdul burst out the kitchen. Millie says, “She said YES! She said YES!”

Love says, “I gotta call Hakim.”

Hakim comes out. “I already know.” Shakes A.J.’s hand and gives his mom some honey.

FIN

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INFINITY

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

 

SCENE #1

– Elementary school children playing
– Group of fourth grade boys talking animatedly, one boy standing, obviously telling an animated story, the other boys sitting, listening intently and laughing
– Group of fourth grade girls playing hopscotch

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– Girl playing hopscotch stops and looks at the leader of the boys. He looks at her and then jumps into an Egyptian like pose

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– Hopscotch girl mimics his pose
– Everybody “freezes”
– Teacher comes out and blows whistle “Everybody line up!
– Children line up

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“SCENE #2

School Classroom
– Leader of the boys sitting in the back of the classroom second column from the far left, scribbling furiously. Finishes. Looks at Hopscotch girl sitting in the column on the far left, third row from the front. He sighs pensively and taps the girl next to him. Hands her the note and gestures toward hopscotch girl. She rolls her eyes and passes it.
– Close-up on note as it exchanges little brown hands
– Note finally reaches hopscotch girl. She opens it.

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– She turns around and the leader of the boys leans over the side of his desk so she can get a good look. He smiles that beautiful smile that’s reserved just for her. She smiles back and enthusiastically checks, “Yes!” adding exclamation marks. 😀

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“SCENE #3”

MONTAGE OF SCENES:

School Campus – Boy and Girl holding hands walking around
School Chapel – Class standing in a circle holding hands. Boy and Girl next to each other. Boy rubs his feet across the carpet. Shocks Girl on the upper arm. Girl exclaims, “Ow!!!” and glares at him menacingly. Boy laughs.
Anywhere – Boy showing girl some flowers. He plucks one and squeezes the end of it. Close-up on flower. Some clear liquid oozes forth. Boy licks the liquid then plucks another one and lets the girl try it. She smiles. And they get some more.
Under the Stairs – Boy and girl in the dark hugging. Classmates come and rip them apart. They try and hold on to each other unsuccessfully. Classmates call them “Looney Tunes

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“Scene #4”

L.A. High School
– Teenage boy walking with other boys
– Teenage girl walking with her friend
– Girl asks “Who is that!?!
– “Oh, that’s A.J.!
– Boy and Girl on L.A. High School secluded stairs
– Boy and Girl on Love Seat
– Boy and Girl holding hands walking down La Cienega
– Boy tells girls he’s going to a different school
– Boy comes up to L.A. High sees girl hugging somebody else

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“Scene #5”

L.A. Nightclub
– Boy sees girl come in with her friends
– Takes her up to V.I.P.
– They dance
“Two Years Later”
L.A. Nightclub
– Girl sees boy
– They dance
“Two Years Later”
L.A. Houseparty
– Boy sees girl
– They dance
– He kisses her
– She passes out
“Two Years Later”
Bel Air Poolparty
– Boy sees girl
– Both working
“Five Years Later”
– Hollywood Nightclub
– Girl sees boy
– They dance

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“Scene #6”
– Girl sits in a Nation of Islam mosque
– F.O.I. on post sitting under the rostrum winks at her
– Girl’s eyes widen.
– She gets up and it is apparent that she is very pregnant.
“Two Months Later”
– Girl hands baby to preteen girls
– Recites
– Hugs Sister Charisse
“Next Week”
– Girl sits in M.G.T. Class
– Sister Charisse says, “Well, we believe the Messenger (PBUH) is still alive.”

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“Scene #7”
Library
– Girl reads book with Messenger’s funeral pictures
Home
– Girl sees pictures of Messenger’s funeral online
MSTA
– “We are not Negro, Black & Colored…”
– Girl shakes head, “No.”
NGE
– “We don’t believe Master Fard Muhammad is Allah.”
– 
Girl shakes head, “No.”
HEBREWS
– “We believe Mexicans are chosen people too.”
– 
Girl shakes head, “No.”
Home
– Girl watching The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) video
“Their REAL NAME is the DEVIL!”
– Girl nods head, “Yes.”
– Girl gets up. Goes to the back of her closet. Pulls out her M.G.T. garment. Looks at it pensively.
– Girl wearing garment looking in the mirror.
– Cute little boy (age 2) runs in and hugs her.

FIN

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