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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!
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.
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.
– 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
– Girl playing hopscotch stops and looks at the leader of the boys. He looks at her and then jumps into an Egyptian like pose
– 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.
– 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.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful Black Kings & Black Queens!
Yesterday was A.J. Hump Day and guess what my Baby gave me??? A most beautiful surprise.
Somebody actually told me, face to face, that she reads my blog.
I think that took a lot of love and I am really humbled. Al Hamdulillah. Masha Allah.
I think you have to have a lot of courage to admit you read my blog in this day and age of intolerance for righteousness and decency. So, thank you, Sister! I appreciate it and love you. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
Today, In sha Allah, I’m going to a play at the Main Library. It’s
Okay.
I didn’t know it was about devils.
Now, I’m feeling like maybe I don’t wanna go.
There are going to be nothing but devils in the audience with me.
Allah Told me to sit in the front row so I don’t have to see them.
I want to find out more about the author. BRB
It’s by Lorraine Hansbury and I’ve read about her all my life yet I’ve never seen “A Raisin In The Sun.”
And I’m worried.
I liked Zora Neale Hurston (another Black woman writer) until I found out how she felt about devils.
Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t so intelligent. Ignorance is bliss.
I thought the best way to find out about how Ms. Hansbury really thinks would be to read some of her quotes.
“The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.”
You know I can relate to that. But I need to know how she feels about devils.
Okay, I didn’t read them all, but I read enough. Allah told me she was cool, but sometimes I can be difficult.
I am a writer and I’ve written a little dramatic piece but I would never think of writing something about devils. I would have to work with them.
I guess that’s why I have so many problems.
In my mind, I’m already living in the Hereafter, where there are no devils.
So, when I’m around them, I have trouble.
I don’t want to see them at all.
I’ll be glad when Allah Destroys them and all who follow them in their wickedness and Eve’il.
I pray I live to see the day, but Allah’s Will Be Done.
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I had two dreams last night.
One was about my mother. She seemed to be more advanced spiritually. I think Allah used her to make me accept where I am on the path of enlightenment. I KNOW my mother is not ahead of me. But he used her to keep me going.
The other dream, Zawji was in jail. I don’t even wanna talk about that one.
When I was in jail, I had the feeling that the more he advances, the more I regress.
That’s kind of what was going on in the dream about my mother.
The bottom line is, I need to step up my spiritual climb.
I’ve got some books on Tasawuuf but I have to read them with a grain of salt because I’m in The Nation of Islam and that is SUPREME, so I have to filter through the nonsense like what they said about Prophet Isa “Turn the other cheek” and all that nonsense.
I am getting to a point in my development where I can’t write everything.
It started yesterday or whenever it was when I met that little Muslimah.
Except my XXX-rated musings about Zawji, I’ve written EVERYTHING I thought with no hesitations.
I think I need somebody else to take over my blog. Sister Adasha, are you up to the challenge? But you have to be Muslim.
Sister Shea, how is your blog coming along???
I’ve been telling people about this blog like crazy. So much so, that I’m considering buying some 3×5 cards again. I haven’t done that since February.
I’m thinking this cypher is complete.
But I don’t know what’s next.
I did my entertainment news show. Then this. Maybe a series? Yeah. I am supposed to write a pilot. Like “This is it.” Let me see what’s going on with T and Dede. BRB
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Black Bebies!
This morning I was actually seriously thinking about leaving “Mr. Washington” forever. Seriously. I knew who I was going to try and replace him with and everything. That’s how it all started. I thought maybe if I got with someone else, Zawji would realize he can’t live without me.
I mean, I almost feel like that’s what he wants me to do. So he can swoop in and take me away from some poor man. Sometimes his self-centeredness borders on the unbelievable.
But, Muslims don’t court, so if I’m gonna do it, I would do it with the intent of marrying the Brother. That’s why I said it would be forever. That was my intention. I would have to accept that Allah is NEVER going to fix him and try to join my half of our soul to someone else.
But Zawji keeps reminding me it’s never going to work. And I know that’s true better than anybody, but I’m almost tempted just to see how far we can go. I think he wants to do something all extra Hollywood like this shit. As if my life isn’t dramatic enough. Being from L.A. can have its drawbacks.
I don’t know which is worse – “Mrs. Dwayne Wayne” or “Mrs. Whitley Wayne” SMH
I think about one of my aunts who married the wrong man. She’s miserable but they’re still together. The guy I was going to replace Zawji with is her husband’s Doppel.
But knowing Zawji, he would probably let me marry the Brother just so I would be miserable.
So then I thought maybe I could replace him with another one of his doppels.
But the last time I did that, it turned out so horribly that I NEVER WANT TO DO THAT!!!
So, looks like I’m stuck.
Unless I could just string the Brother along forever or until Zawji comes around.
He told me that’s what he’s doing…
But the difference is, HE’s the man. And the one traditionally who is supposed to pop the question. So, he can NEVER pop the question and just keep stringing the dumb bitch along.
But if my replacement pops the question, I would have to say no. And I would be back at one. With maybe a few years of happiness and companionship to look back on…
I feel like I’ve kinda done this though.
I’ve always told Brothers, I’m in love with someone else. They always jump at the challenge to try and turn me away. Never gonna happen but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let a Brother try…
Worse case scenario – ….I break the Brother’s heart but I can live with that. I mean, as long as he knows from the start…
This is looking better and better the more I think about it….
I was just so concerned about “the poor brother” but if he knows, then he can’t blame me when Mr. Washington “puts on his dashiki!” CHEAH!!!!! (You’ll get it after you watch the movie below 😉 )
Now, I’m feeling like maybe perhaps I could start catching feelings but he’s gonna try and pop the question when I’m feeling like Zawji is never gonna come around and I’m ready to give up on him. But then we’ll still have to go through with the ceremony and this Brother is brilliant. He is probably capable of planning some extemporaneous wedding like Dwayne and getting me stuck.
I just have to keep in mind that this time is FOREVER so I can NEVER marry anyone but Dwayne’s doppel. 😉
Operation Transient Happiness is in effezzect! PHASE ONE already in progress. Update forthcoming.
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Last night the children, who are not children anymore, threw a celebration for A.J. Week. I already told you about how me and Zawji are at the age where they stay up and we go to bed. So that’s what we did.
They didn’t keep us up too late though. We have some super responsible children.
I got some more chocolate too. Montauk cookies. My absolute favorite.
My Subway sandwich tickets arrived today too! So, I’ll be getting some cookies from them too. They’re my other absolute favorite chocolate chip cookies but I like them a little bit better because they can heat them up for you! Ymmmssss….. Yaaaay Subway!!!
My California I.D. with the Santa Monica address arrived today too! Yaaayyy!!! I can get a library card!!!! They charge non-residents $25 a year to get a library card and $3/hour to use the computer. It’s about to be on and poppin’! I get two hours there and two hours in Malibu and whenever I can get on at the Club.
In sha Allah, next month I’ll be able to replace my Chromebook, then I won’t have these issues.
Tonight, they’re having something at the Hammer. Two things actually.
They’re screening “Breakin'” and you know I’m a Hip-Hop Heavyweight, but it’s just gonna piss me off. I mean they deliberately put a devil in the role that was meant for a Black girl. And especially after just finishing this movie…
First some disclaimers
Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us not to copy the styles of the Africans, so we are not supposed to wear their multi-colored fabrics (Dashikis). Nor are we supposed to wear our hair sticking out all over our heads (Afros/Naturals).
Gladys Ann (“Mrs. Brooks”) was wrong for TELLING John Henry (“Mr. Brooks”) to give her a job at his barber shop. In Islam we are taught that “nowhere in Islam is the woman required to go out and work.” The allowance is enough.
They should have resolved Booker T’s issue with Blackwomen by cementing him in a relationship with that Sister.
Okay, now you can watch the movie. Enjoy! 😀
I found out about this movie from Re Re. She married Glynn Turman (“Gideon”). And I have heard rumours that he was abusive but she didn’t mention anything like that in her book. However, to let her tell it, she had the perfect life, so it’s understandable that she wouldn’t include something so controversial.
I kind of like the brother because he’s a cowboy and has a camp for inner-city youth. But he did a complete one-eighty going from super conscious Gideon in “Five on the Blackhand Side,” where Stormy Monday toasted Islam by saying,”May your toes always point towards Mecca.” to Colonel Taylor on “A Different World,” telling his son not to join the Nation of Islam because we don’t eat the poison, filthy, divinely-prohibited flesh of the poison animal.
I’m going to try and stop cursing. I don’t actually curse because I think for a curse to be effective, it has to be spoken and I don’t curse when I speak. Only when I write. But nevertheless, I’m going to stop that too, In Sha Allah. I’m doing it Fi Si Billah, so In Sha Allah, I will be successful. Make Du’a for your Captain. I’m still a little rough around the edges… ❤
There is going to be a jazz/funk collective playing at the Fisherman’s Village in the Marina on the 27th. I think that’s Sunday. They go on at 2 and 5. In sha Allah, I’ll be there. 😀
I call ALL white women “Eve” now. It helps me keep in mind how Eve’il they are.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Members of the Asiatic Tribe of Shabazz!
How are you all? I’m okay. Just riding the waves of life although I feel like a ship without a rudder, lost at sea, just floating amongst the flotsam and jetsam with no direction.
I guess I can’t really say no direction. I never lose my direction. I just don’t have a, OKAY, I don’t have direction. I guess, honestly, I just don’t KNOW my direction.
Allah is my GUIDE. And I know my ultimate destination is Zawji, but I just don’t know when I’m going to arrive or exactly how I’m going to get there.
I just submit to Allah and go wherever He Tells Me to go.
Last night I went to an event at CAAM. And as much as I love it, I don’t like it.
I already told you about the time I went and there were no Black employees up from slavery (what most people call African-Americans).
Then I was going to go to a talk there and the lecturer was a devil.
THEN Ibnana and I were going to take the Lindy-Hop dance class and they were filming. And Muslims are not supposed to let devils or Christians photograph us.
So, believe me when I tell you I had my reservations.
Nevertheless, I went.
The event was titled “Remembering ’92” and it was slated to be a recollection of the Rodney King beating and the aftermath.
So, that was a lit time with emotions exploding all over the city and I was hoping to go and recall the whole thing with other people who experienced it like I had.
I’m a big history buff and a budding anthropologist, so I was looking forward to hearing other people’s recollections of the whole time.
I should have known.
When I pulled up, there was a young, nicely dressed Brother standing right by where I always park Lulu, but his demeanor was not receptive, to put it nicely.
So, my teacher taught me well.
I ignored him.
Then another Brother, similarly but not quite as formally dressed, approached him and they embraced.
Now, they both had on slim-fitted pants, but now I kind of look at it like how The Temps and other men dressed in the sixties. Their suit pants were slim-fitted tailored, so I didn’t automatically take that as a sign of him being gay.
And just because they embraced doesn’t automatically mean they were gay either.
So, as I was locking Lulu up, I noticed that nearly everybody that went inside was a devil. I got a good look at the audience during the discussion and it looked like rainbow sprinkles.
The Black Lives Matter guest was probably proud.
Instead of it being a “Remembering ’92” fest. It was a Black Lives Matter, everybody love everybody, how can we all live together in peace, let’s-make-mockery-of-everything-Allah-stands-for rally.
I’m not even, okay, I guess I will.
Black Lives Matter is stupid.
We know Black lives matter.
Devils know Black lives matter.
They just don’t care and you telling them is not going to make a difference.
They are still going to kill you every chance they get.
So, when they opened up the discussion for “questions” I made sure I was the first one to raise my hand. I have learned that if you don’t get in early, they may never get to you.
So, I knew I was going to comment and took a seat in the front row. And sensing they were about to open it up for questions, I shot my arm up so they couldn’t act like they didn’t see me.
But I knew the curator for the event DID NOT WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE ME! He is one of those Brothers with political aspirations. At least that’s how he came off. He sat up there on the stage with his legs crossed so high up and so tight with his hips turned toward the side so much that he would have given a devil in a mini skirt a run for her money – SO GAY!!! He made it a point before giving me the floor to reiterate that he was only accepting QUESTIONS – NOT STATEMENTS!!!
So, I had that in the back of my mind when I opened.
“As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum, In remembering the ’92 rebellion, it was basically a repeat of the ’65 rebellion. Was anybody there? (I looked over the faces and nobody raised their hand but I already knew that.) The fact is, we can march, we can join every organization, but we are NEVER going to be able to stop them from killing us because killing us is what they were made to do. They can’t help it. The only way we can stop them from killing us is to get away from them. Separation is our Salvation.”
Somewhere in the middle of my soliloquy, I decided, to hell with his “question” requirement. I also knew, by the way they were just blankly nodding and smiling at me, that my statement wasn’t going to hit them fully until this morning, so I gathered my belongings and broke.
I was insulted that they had turned our rebellion into a Kumbaya campfire.
The only other person there who was actually AT the shit was this Brother who was on the cover of Newsweek and like the poster boy for the whole thing. They probably PAID him to be there.
Through the whole exhibit there was a recording playing in the background of an old DEVIL singing the BLM theme song. It was nauseating!
I found out the BLM was started by ARTISTS! From L.A.’s own St. Elmo’s Village.
They are using the struggle for Black Liberation (whatever that is )to advance their careers.
Some other highlights of the evening:
A devil man with two Black boys ended up sitting right next to me. I had moved his place holders and took one of their seats. So then he comes explaining to me that he might have to keep getting up to attend to the younger of the boys who was about four. The elder was nine or ten. So, you know I didn’t move. He sat right next to me with the four-year-old on his lap. So, I look at his hand on the little boy’s bare thigh and asked him what was he doing with two little Black boys. Of course he couldn’t believe I had the temerity to ask such a thing in this day and age of tolerance and said just as much. He asked me what business was it of mine? I said, “I’m Black.”
Later I told the older one to read Message To The Blackman and asked him if the little boy was his Brother. He nodded his head yes. I smiled and said gently, “But that’s not your father.” The poor boy looked so confused. He nodded his head, “Yes.” I said, “No, your father is Black like you.” Then the devil got all up in my face. “What did you say to my son?” I got right back up in his face and said, “That’s not your son.” Then he started getting all in his emotions and I just walked away.
I should have added that HE was that little BLACK boy’s SON! You wanna get technical, motherfucker!
I saw this fine Brother with a devil and he grinned a superfine smile at me and I don’t know what he expected me to say or do, but I said, “There’s a Black girl out there waiting for you.” He looked shocked and appalled but after he came back to his senses, he just said, “Well, isn’t that racist.” I shrugged and said, “It’s true though.”
The best part of the night was the video they had of Reginald Denny. He was the devil who got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time and I had such an exquisite time remembering how the Brothers were throwing rocks and such at all the cars going by driven by devils or ANYBODY who wasn’t Black. 😀 😀 😀 That was some Black Unity for yo ass!!! For me, THAT was remembering ’92!!! CHEAH!
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So, I was reading “the most popular book by Sigmund Freud” but I realized he was gay. First, I realized he was an atheist which I thought was rather amusing because he blamed everything wrong with humanity on Christianity. I couldn’t disagree with that. I also found it interesting the way he distanced himself from humanity and addressed common issues with such impartiality. But he went too far when he was talking about love and said that “a person’s only acceptable love object is limited to members of the opposite sex.” Who (or what ) else is supposed to be your “love object???” I threw that shit away.
I decided after last night’s incident with the fine brother with the devil, that I no longer just “plant seeds,” I DROP BOMBS!!! 😀
I forgot about one place The Homeless Society has also been – THE LIBRARY.
Another proof the white woman is the ROOT of all evil. Let’s look up the definition of ROOT –
root1
ro͞ot/
noun
noun: root; plural noun: roots
1.
the part of a plant that attaches it to the ground or to a support, typically underground, conveying water and nourishment to the rest of the plant via numerous branches and fibers.
“cacti have deep and spreading roots”
synonyms:
rootstock, tuber, rootlet; More
rhizome, radicle
“a plant’s roots”
the persistent underground part of a plant, especially when fleshy and enlarged and used as a vegetable, e.g., a turnip or carrot.
any plant grown for its edible root.
the embedded part of a bodily organ or structure such as a hair, tooth, or nail.
“her hair was fairer at the roots”
the part of a thing attaching it to a greater or more fundamental whole; the end or base.
“a little lever near the root of the barrel”
It’s worse than I thought. Eve was not only the first, meaning the root of white girls, but according to this definition, she is the one from whom they gather their strength. If that ain’t evil, I don’t know what is. According to the definition, Eve is the evil “support” for all white devil women that came after her, thus making her the ROOT of EVE-IL.
Between homosexuality and interracial relationships, it’s a wonder that there are ANY full Black children in America.
This is a picture I took of a sign from the Watts riots in 1965. It reads, “Turn left or GET SHOT.” LOL
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I was really going to try and not talk about you-know-who.
Yesterday was A.J. Day, as you know. He’s trying to make it A.J. WEEK! LOL He’s so conceited. The song he gave me for Mother’s Day last year was called “Hearsay” but the hook is, “It’s all about me…” 🙂
But I love his dirty drawls.
I tried not to celebrate yesterday but ended up stealing some Lindt and I got a rose from the event – chocolate and flowers. And I’m in Malibu again. I’ll probably come here every day for the rest of the week, so it looks like his ass is gonna get his wish, whether we like it or not. A.J. WEEK, Spoiled bitch. 😛
I never thought boys could be spoiled too. LOL I know I am. Maybe that’s our problem.
I titled this blog “Moonshadows” just because there is a restaurant on PCH with the same name and it seems like a place Zawji would like to take me….
I don’t even know what type of food they serve… Sometimes I wish restaurants would let you eat there, because they are so beautiful, but my diet is so particular, I need to bring my own food or have use of the kitchen.
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Oh yeah! I wanted another book, but Allah Gave me a movie instead. So far so good, but these things have a way of taking a turn. But if I was at the end, I would post it even though I disagree with some parts.
I am loving all the subliminal messages. But I’m not gonna say any more because I don’t wanna give it away. YET.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Beloved Asiatic Black Family!
How are you all? I’m doing pretty well, till after sundown…
Then I woke up on the beach. It was clear which was nice after the past three overcast mornings. Naturally, the first thing I did was reach for my notebook.
I didn’t really feel like writing but I kind of put it on myself to never stop, so I succumbed and it dawned on me that today is A.J. Day.
After the way he treated me, I hardly felt like celebrating.
He tried to give me the beach.
I was like, “Fuck you, Nigga!”
And threw that shit back in his face.
But I am in Malibu.
You know I’ve been reading this old Vogue magazine from 1912 and it said that the only acceptable gifts for a decent man to give a lady he’s courting are FLOWERS, CANDY and BOOKS. Never jewelry or anything “vulgar” like that.
Well, it didn’t say “vulgar” but that’s a term that people use when referring to proper etiquette. Something else you want to avoid is “rudeness.” Another anti-etiquette term.
But anyway, I guess I did kind of accept his gift.
I still feel like he can kiss my perfect round derriere. Choosing a devil over me. I realized last night that I was right about the devil white woman being the root of all evil and I can prove it.
The first devil white woman was Eve. (No, Adam and Eve were not Black. They were the first devils. Black people were here trillions of years before Adam and Eve.) She is where the word “EVIL” came from. Eve —-> EVIL!!!
Also, it can’t be the love of money because there was evil before people even began using money.
But, I remember when I first saw Zawji’s picture after not seeing him for a long while and his eyes looked so dead where they had once been so vibrant.
I know she’s draining him. If he was with me he would forget he ever used to smoke or drink. He wouldn’t need those things. I would soothe his mind and spirit.
That’s what he made me for.
Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us, “A woman is the only Heaven a man has.”
Thus, if you have a woman but you’re not in Heaven; you need another woman.
He won’t even look at me. He knows if he does, it’s over for her.
I know he loves me now.
Last time we saw each other, he was pissed because I interrupted his lunch date but as soon as he saw me, his face lit up and broke into that beautiful smile that’s reserved just for me. But after we hugged, he started trembling uncontrollably and would not look at me for NOTHING! And all I wanted was to lose myself in his illuminated, beautiful, chestnut brown eyes.
If I had known then what I know now we would be together because I would not have left without him.
Which is why I was so anxious to see him again.
But he wouldn’t look.
I feel so used.
It was as if he summoned me there just to use me.
That’s all anybody ever does.
Get what they can out of me.
And it pisses me off because I can’t turn it off.
I’ve decided to tell people who take my picture to pay me.
I hope I’m not turning into a bitter, homeless old bag lady.
I don’t think so because I still hope one day he’ll come around.
I really don’t have any other thing to do but wait for death.
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I’m so irritable now. The only thing that cheers me up is chocolate or ice cream but I don’t want to get overweight again. It was so hard to lose this time.
I know it’s immature to get angry when people copy me, or photograph me, or get blessings or inspired because of me. And there’s really nothing I can do to stop it. So, I guess, I just crossed another milestone and I’m really going to try and accept the adage that “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”
I could use the money though.
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I saw the big homie, John from GSH and he told me he owns his own business now!!!! Yaaaay, John!!! So, if you have some pesky critters and want discreet, reliable and effective service give “J’s PEST CONTROL” a call at (310)654-2075
Yesterday, I told you that at the Marina, the pelicans “land,” well technically, they “water!” 😀
Anybody wanna take me to see Brother Herbie at the Hollywood Bowl? It’s tomorrow and if you are a Brother, we can’t sit together or arrive together. That would be too much like a date and you know Muslims don’t date. So just leave my ticket at Will Call. Muah!
Happy B-Day Genius!
According to Wikipedia, “In 2010 he lectured at Harvard University, and since then visited, among others, MIT, Oxford, USC, NYU, Cornell where met with scientists such as David Kaiser and Sallie W. Chisholm, to seek inspiration. In 2012 he discussed with Neil deGrasse Tyson.To improve science education in New York City and beyond in late 2012 he began to work with the assistance of Columbia University’s professor Christopher Emdin and website Rap Genius on a pilot program called Science Genius B.A.T.T.L.E.S. (Bringing Attention to Transforming, Teaching and Learning Science). This initiative motivates young high school students, especially African-American and Latino students who together make up 70 percent of New York City’s student body, to learn science through hip hop, creating scientific raps and engaging in a rap competition.“
I thought this was so beautiful, despite my aversion to the “Queen,” she gave this precise description of “traditional music:” “solid songs, intelligent lyrics, superb accompaniment and flawless production.” Brilliant! “…accompaniment…”
Another term I like is “Tight Grooves” I got that from Gladys.
Oh snap! Thanks Ree-Ree! She talked about this movie in her book.
I’ve only watched about the first fifteen minutes and I’m LOVING it so far. But I’m not going to post it until I’ve watched the whole thing. Sorry.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Gods & Goddesses
Of The Holy Tribe of Shabazz
GUESS WHO I RAN INTO YESTERDAY?
It was as if he conjured me up to help him with his business meeting. I’m a muse/lady luck and I rolled right up on him in the middle of a meeting on a patio overlooking the ocean.
It was kismet.
Even with all of the “coincidences” that happen in my life, I still almost couldn’t believe it. I was kind of expecting to see him soon though, having just seen his daughter.
I was looking for a park that I had visited several years ago by the beach. I knew I had passed it but I kept rolling.
Then for some reason, I decided to just forget it and go to the beach. So, I turned onto this random little “street” between the houses and there he was.
He was holding court with a crowd of obsequious admirers but it sounded like he was wrapping up.
“A.J.!” I called from the sand below.
A devil peered around him to look but he kept talking.
“A.J.!!!” I called louder.
Still nothing.
I stood there for a minute trying to understand why wouldn’t turn around.
Allah Gently Told me to just, “Forget it,” trying to preserve what little dignity I still possessed and so I started toward the water.
But he was right there! And I hadn’t seen him in so long. I couldn’t believe he would just ignore me! And I couldn’t just give up on him.
It was worse than the last time I saw him.
It’s like he’s ashamed.
It took him what seemed like ten minutes just to LOOK at me!
This time he wouldn’t even do that.
I was still kinda in shock because I had just walked up and there he was!
I listened to his voice for a minute, trying to grasp that I was right here and he was right there.
Eventually I looked up and one of his obsequious admirers was looking down at me.
I gestured for him to get A.J.’s attention.
He shook his head like, “Uh-uh. If he doesn’t want to turn around, I’m not going to be the one to MAKE HIM!”
Then his devil girlfriend handed him a drink.
A. He was with a group of people and he was the only Black person. I could live with that.
B. He drinks. I could live with that.
But then he did something that I couldn’t handle.
He lit up something.
And I lost it.
I had the hardest time turning Lulu around.
It was as if Allah Didn’t really want me to leave.
But eventually I forced her.
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I don’t think it’s me anymore.
For some reason… No, I know why. It’s his devil girlfriend.
Apparently, he doesn’t want to leave her. Yakub’s Law of “Opposites Attract” is causing him to choose her, smoking and drinking over Allah and Islam and me.
So, I continued back on the straight path I was going in before I turned off onto that little street, but by now I was completely in shock.
That little detour changed my life and brought me to another milestone in my life.
When I was in Vegas, I knew he smoked. But it was as if he was trying to quit.
I know the problem is his devil girlfriend.
THE WHITE WOMAN IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL.
She gives him liquor, so even if he was trying to stop she won’t let him.
Drinking and smoking go hand in hand.
I know because I used to do both.
But, with the help of Allah, I was able to quit.
So, it’s impossible for me to submit to someone so weak.
I know after she handed him a drink, he automatically wanted to smoke.
And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
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I rode to the end of the beach, where the Marina opens.
I had never ridden that far before.
And I paused when I got to the end of my little path, because suddenly there was a crowd of people walking on the main trail that outlines the Marina where my little path ended.
Why do people always take my picture when I’m at my lowest?
This man snapped my picture and I looked away. Then covered my face and looked at him and he took another one. The camera actually was one that used film so I knew he couldn’t delete it. I just told him, “Don’t take my picture!”
That happened in New Orleans too, when I was actually crying and this guy would not stop taking my picture. I had to get up and leave.
But yesterday, I ended up finding a place that was semi-private (at least it was hard to reach, if not completely concealed) and broke down. Allah Lets me blubber sometimes. I really hate to cry. To me it symbolizes weakness. But I have to let it out. I tried screaming too – later at the beach when it was fairly deserted. But that didn’t do much. I would rather do this: aldkjf la’etueotu ‘ljgkao’erut’owejdg’laewtuq4e u0e[4yu’;er je’rgj’earlkjgrkgjoer;gjw re;oyunpjdfg rpeoiupdfg9 LOL
It’s kind of like banging on a keyboard. I guess it is banging on a keyboard. Just not a musical one. 😀
So, I just rode around and explored the scenery of this new neighborhood. This section of the beach is almost private. The houses open right onto the beach but there’s no bike path between the houses and the beach, nor a parking lot nearby. So, the beach is reserved almost exclusively for the people who live there.
There were people who didn’t live there enjoying the beach too but when I tried to sleep there the police came and told me the beach was closed.
I was like, “Nigga, you didn’t open the motherfucker, so how the fuck are you gonna try to close it? Get the fuck out my face.“
He told me it was like a park.
I was like, “Did you build this, Nigga?“
He was like, if you’re still here when I come back, I’m gonna issue you a citation.
I thought about it. And decided, I could live with a citation. But he would still make me leave and if I refused he could and probably would take me to jail. I was cool with that too.
But then Lulu was like John Coltrane’s solo on “Freddie Freeloader”
Ibnana used to always sing, “What about meeee? What about meeeee? What about me me me me me?” when his part came on LOL
So, I bounced.
But I found another pier, which was so peaceful and serene and since the police had already cleared the beach, they left. So, I could enjoy it without worrying.
I heard something that sounded like some type of sea monster, but I realized it was just sea lions barking. Then I saw them. They were so cute and playful. They swim differently than dolphins. But I saw them (dolphins) too.
The marina has more wildlife than any other area of the beach that I’ve seen so far.
The pelicans actually LAND (albeit on the water, but still 😉 )! And I think I saw some eagles.
I like to draw the birds.
I guess it’s a good thing the pigs woke me up because by then I was ready to think.
When I first layed down, I prayed for sleep to take me away from my misery.
But sitting on the pier, I had a lot of time to think. I prayed with the prayer beads I had just made, and that really helped me.
Eventually, the sky brightened but by then I was almost ready.
I walked almost the entire distance from the Marina to Venice; it was still very early so I was able to get the last of my tears out without observation.
And I was my usual annoyingly cheerful self by the time I made it to the Club. 😉
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Last night I decided that that was the last time I was going to let him make a fool out of me. I threw my “wedding band” in the ocean.
I resigned myself to the fact that this world is just fucked up and sometimes your soulmate has issues. He’s still my soulmate and there’s no one who can replace him so I’m just going to have to live my life in solitude unless Allah Decides to clean him up.
My prayer, My sacrifice, My Life and My Death are all for Allah, so I’m Gucci.
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Turns out I DIDN’T miss the Cameron Graves show. It was Friday night. I went and enjoyed it. Although, he’s kinda sketchy with songs titled, “Satanic this and that” and “Lucifer something” so I’m going to be careful with him.
He’s worse than Prince because Prince didn’t come out and say “The devil thus thus and thus” but he still gave me the creeps.
Ro James is another one and I really like him, but something about him feels sinister and that big “Old Hell” in his video doesn’t help.
I’m going to have to force myself to forget that he has a free show coming up….
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Ibnana and I had plans to go learn how to “Lindy Hop” yesterday but they were filming and not paying. Not that it would have made a difference if they were, but I was not trying to help nobody sell a flick.
I was really disappointed about that because that’s my era and I was really looking forward to that class. Ibnana would have been the PERFECT partner, in Zawji’s stead. I can’t dance with anybody else and they both can REALLY dance!!! Cursed filmakers!!!
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Why does everybody call Lulu, “The Barbie Bike?” I’m like, CHRISTIE!!!
You can see what an influence Aunt Re has had on my fashion sense. I am also a big fan of her music. However, after reading her autobiography, I must say that I don’t really like her personality. If Guinness had a category for biggest ego, Aunt Re would win.
She was so much on the defensive. Always defending her behaviour, misunderstandings, industry disagreements and false media reports. It made me question who was really at fault for her to have SO MANY issues to address.
Especially after reading what she had to say about her relationship with G. I had to mark the page, it was so funny. But I’m not going to go downstairs just to quote her, I will tell you this. She was so “Christian,” but more like Problem #2, all she said was she was going to “pray for” Ms. Knight. LOL So Christian of her.
As a matter of fact, she was so “Christian” that she had three babies by three different men, none of whom did she bother to marry, before she was twenty! I wonder what Christ would have to say about that!
To put it bluntly, Aunt Re was a ho.
Probably still is the way she talked so much about how much she loves the lord and what a good Christian she is. No reason to think she’s changed.
Shows you how terrible Christianity is for Our Nation, also considering that her father was and is one of the most well-known Reverends in the history of Reverends, Reverend C.L. Franklin.
It was opening up for him, that she began her career in music.
And oh my God, why did she tell us everything she had to eat?!?! Every where she went, every family vacation, every shopping spree, every new house, every turn of events in her life was accented with what type of food went with it and how GOOOOOOD it was!!!
But she blamed her weight gain on quitting smoking.
Needless to say, I liked her a lot more before I read her book.
But it was interesting to find out, that just as I was realizing my favorite Aunt Re song was Rock Steady,
…she got to that part of her book and mentioned that the organist, whose contribution made the song what it is, was none other than my favorite singer of all time, Mr. Donny Hathaway.
It’s easy to see why she and G don’t get along. Aunt Re blamed it on G’s fledgling career, but G said it started when they met.
She said she and Aunt Re shared a dressing room when Re came to Atlanta, and G, being from Atlanta, was a little intimidated by Re’s star, already having established herself as a great gospel singer. Nevertheless, G extended her hand in warm greeting, welcoming Aunt Re, “Hi, I’m Gladys Knight. Welcome to Atlanta.” Aunt Re just looked at her and then turned her back and resumed her conversation with her background singers, saying nothing.
G said nobody really believed the cold treatment she received from Ree Ree until one day backstage at a concert, she ran into her again. Again Gladys greeted Aunt Re and again Aunt Re snubbed her.
But this time Bubba was with her and Gladys and he exchanged glances. She was like, “I told you.” And Bubba said, “Hey, Ree Ree!” and Aretha turned around and came and gave Bubba a big hug.
Bubba said, “Gladys was speaking to you too.”
Then Ree Ree acted like she had only just noticed Gladys was there. “Oh, hi.”
Both women were raised in the church with heavy gospel backgrounds. But Gladys has a real love for Allah (God) while Re seems to just like going to church and being the Rt. Reverend’s daughter and all that accompanies it.
She said he had his “lady friends” too, one of whom LIVED WITH THEM IN SIN, so the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree.
SHAMEFUL what Christianity allows. Last time I checked FORNICATION AND ADULTERY ARE STILL SINS.
And such a highly respected man and his daughter. SMH
One of the first things about Aretha that really made me dislike her was the way she treated her musical associates. THREE times throughout her book, she spoke of how badly people she had previously gloated over were treated (Quincy Jones being one) by record company executives, but obviously it didn’t phase her one bit.
She just went on to a different subject.
I felt she could have done a little bit more. She seems really selfish and egotistical. She gives QUEENS a bad name.
And to make matters worse! Her sister Carolyn died of cancer and Ree Ree talked about what a wonderful sister she was and what a terrible time in her life it was. THEN she goes on to say, how her Sister went to the press and talked about Ree and how much Ree didn’t like what she had to say!
Why say that AFTER you talked about her death??? And your SISTER!!! She spoke ill of the dead – something EVERYBODY knows you’re not supposed to do – and her own sister. Like Gladys Knight said, “she can sing it and she can spell it,” but Aretha Franklin doesn’t know the first thing about respect.
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So, the past couple of nights, I did somethings that regular people might think was boring.
On Tuesday, I finally went to the Santa Monica History Museum. It’s free from 5-8 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But they were having a talk and there were too many people there talking loud and annoying me for me to really enjoy it. So I left but not before I asked about The Inkwell.
They had one picture and one paragraph, mostly emphasizing how polluted the water was.
But I was told that they are going to have a talk in February about it. In sha Allah, I’m going to ask them to do a full exhibit, at least. It will be Black History Month.
Maybe if more people express an interest in it, they will be more apt to expand the exhibit. www.SantaMonicaHistory.org
Last night, I went to hear a classical bassist play some very unusual music which I really dug. It was mathematical. It was music but it was based on numbers and doubling and combining different types of playing and was very cool.
It showed how versatile music can be. The composers name was Tom Johnson and the last number reminded me of a regular song but instead of singing the lyrics, they were spoken.
I discovered I like when bassists slide their finger down the string and wondered if it could be done while walking the bass. Hmmmm???
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Oh My God! Why did I have FRESH dates?!?!!!! They were yellow and crunchy and the sweetest thing since Soan Papdi!!! If you EVER have the chance to try them, buy them all!!!
My favorite flavor of honey is “Wildflower.” I don’t care for “Cotton.”
People my age are at the age wherein we go to bed and the “kids” stay up! LOL
Badu didn’t mention Bag Ladies like myself in her classic song. I’m a Sleeping Bag Lady LOL
Remember I wrote about the Black drug dealer who just asks, “You f__k with that s__t? Well, I passed a white drug dealer one day, and he said, “I got that. If you need it.”
My view of regentrification: “If you can’t STOP IT, might as well PROFIT!!!“
I don’t know why Mexicans feel like they need to put seasonings on Mango! It’s already delicioso!!! Why make it salty? No comprendo.
I forgot to mention how beautiful and clear the night sky has been the past few nights. All I saw were stars, stars and more stars. Did you see it? The moon is also awfully close to the Sun. You can see why there’s going to be a total eclipse on Monday. Astronomy is a natural science. We should encourage our children to participate in viewings. In sha Allah, I’m going to one at the Santa Monica Public Library Pico Branch. Here are some more locations where you can view it in L.A. TOTAL ECLIPSE.
One of these men is Cholly Atkins – the man responsible for The Pips signature and impeccable choreography. Eventually, The Tempations, who met Cholly after a tour with G and the Pips, referred him to Motown, where Berry Gordy hired him to refine his own acts.
The Marcus Garvey Day Parade & Festival is going on today in Leimert Park. I may or may not go. Probably not. Our Beloved Messenger, The Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us that both Marcus Garvey and Noble Drew Ali, “loved us but they didn’t have the knowledge to have brought us out.” THAT knowledge was only taught to us from Allah, Himself, through his Divine Messenger (PBUH) and can be read in this book. Click the picture to read it in its entirety.
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