Category: The Blackwoman in America
Three years ago….
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I drew the picture and the lady called me earlier.
I would post the picture but the one I uploaded on facebook, I forgot to color your bowtie. And I think the other one hasn’t uploaded yet. Let me check BRB NOPE Can’t even copy the one up there Oh well.
It came out really good too. Makes me feel all lovey-dovey inside.
Nobody commented.
That’s a good sign.
Whenever nobody comments that means they are really impressed and speechless.
I’m proud of myself. Not boastful. But I feel good that you and Allah allowed me to create such a beautiful piece of artwork. I made it my profile picture if anyone wants to see it. Click here.
The only thing is, I didn’t make you as tall as you are in real life.
You are about the height, maybe a little taller, that you’ve always been.
In the picture you can’t bend down and put your chin on top of my head like you did in real life.
I’m STILL trippin’ about that and it’s been THREE years.
I was just thinking about that this morning.
I posted something on facebook last year about something I posted three years ago.
It was March 24, 2014.
That was the last time we’ve seen each other in person.
I remember like it was yesterday.
You were so handsome and scary! You came stomping out the back and I was petrified. I could not move, then you looked and saw it was me and your handsome face lit up with that beautiful smile that is reserved for me. I love you. I miss you too.
It doesn’t seem like three years.
I think about my life back then and I was consumed with you.
I heard a song this morning that I used to listen to on my playlist when I used to catch the bus up to your plantation and it took me right back there. I was sitting on the bus again.
It used to take TWO HOURS to get there.
I didn’t have anything else to do though and I really enjoyed the trip.
I love catching the bus.
I love catching cabs.
I love taking the train (metro not Amtrak – at least I don’t think so – who knows? I never thought I would love taking the metro either. I just can’t do the subway. I don’t trust myself after that suicide attempt.)
I love flying.
I love traveling.
Cars? Sometimes. Depends on who’s in there with me.
I love bicycling.
I love walking.
That’s it.
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The Sister called me about the room
BUT
I
WAS
IN
THE
SHOWER
AND
NEVER
CALLED
BACK
I feel like, landlords play too many games.
I guess it’s the same with any type of barter.
Everybody wants the upper hand.
Well, I might call her next week.
I realized, I have too many options to play her games.
I’m starting to want to go back to L.A.
The only thing making me want to stay here is
The Dental School.
I REALLY WANT TO GET MY TOOTH FIXED!
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I’m trying to wait until four to eat.
I have only had some milk and honey today
BUT
My eating habits have gotten so bad since…
I guess, since I’ve been homeless.
I use the traveling excuse
BUT
EVEN
NOW
I feel like I’m traveling
BECAUSE
This is not really home.
I won’t be home until I’m in the home you made for us.
Now “Home in a minute” just came on.
😉 😉 😉
I can’t bring myself to post it.
It’s kinda filthy and I can’t let people know I listen to that type of music.
LOL
Low Key
LOL
I can’t wait to order Ibni’s clothes.
The jacket came up while I was on Facebook.
I think he’s avoiding me so he won’t make me mad and I change my mind
LOL
Smart boy.
He knows me. 🙂
Well, I guess that’s all
JUST
THAT
I
PROBABLY
Won’t know where I’m going to be next month
UNTIL
NEXT
MONTH
In Sha Allah
I just know I’m going to have fun!!!
“Life is a PLAYGROUND!!!”
It’s funny because He said “park”
I didn’t call it a playground back then.
I used to call playgrounds “parks”
But I have since learned that there is a difference.
Not all parks have playgrounds, unfortunately.
That makes me feel sad for our children.
All you can do is toss a football or play tag, which is fun
But what if you don’t have a ball
Or are all by yourself???
There’s nothing to do but sit in the grass.
And what child just wants to sit in the grass???
I learned on A.J. Day that playgrounds are probably the most fun you can have for free in the world
And Our Saviour wants us to have fun all our lives.
That’s Heaven.
I love you I love yo I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you Il ove you I love you I love you I loveyou I love you Il ove you Iloveyou I lvoe you I lov eyou I lov eyou I love you I love you I love you I love you i love ou I love you I love you I loveyou I loveyou I loveyou I love you Il ovey Ouio I louve ou
This was so weird because it’s centered.
But it was still fun.
Okay, I think the dryers almost done with my roommates shoes in it and I want to record the rain.
I don’t really have too much to say (Who is that? Salt n Pepa?)
I really don’t have too much to say…
Now I gotta G it
BRB
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Anyway, I guess I just wanted to document our third anniversary since we haven’t seen each other SMH
WOW!!!!
See, this is why I love writing.
It’s time for me to eat now.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
If anybody out there is trying to eat one meal a day,
Just find something else to do.
It will take your mind off your hunger
AND
THE
NEXT
THING
YOU
KNOW
IT
WILL
BE
FOUR
And you can eat!!!
Which is what I’m about to do.
Oh yeah,
I tried to record the rain
BUT
My phone be trippin, right?
Just keep finding something to do until it’s time to eat
BUT
I’m going to warn you
If you’re just sitting in front of the idiot box, you’re going to want to eat.
You have to do some type of activity
Like writing or art, playing an instrument, create something, take a walk…
Until it’s time to eat!
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1000 Hugs and Kisses
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
That song is the bomb but I hate that he has to wait for her to come back home. I mean, really? Where the hell is she???
I would never leave you alone waiting for me to come home, Baby.
I would be there whenever you are there.
I mean.
I AM your home.
I truly hate how this society has our women so messed up.
I feel so sorry for the Brothers.
I’m making a difference though.
Al Hamdulillah!!!!
I feel like the Messenger (PBUH) must have felt whenever he recognized progress.
It feels SOOOOOOOOO GOOD!
Like when we’re finally reunited.
This song reminds me so much of when we first met. (smile)
I never knew…. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
I can’t imagine how that’s going to feel. I mean a little bit because I remember how good it felt to see you at Paradise 24. I wonder what the 24 was for? You’ll tell me one day. I was only 17. LOL Wow! 17!????!!! I thought I was so grown! 17!!!!!! 17!!!!!!! I can’t believe that. I was still a teenager!!!! I thought I was so grown! But I’ve always thought I was grown. I remember I must’ve been about nine and told my cousins I was too old to play with Strawberry Shortcake. That was a good idea for a toy though. Make it smell good. I’m very auditory? Is that smell oriented? Let me G it. BRB I think that’s hearing. I wanna say oracle or something. Maybe auricle. Hmmmmm spell check didn’t come up. BRB It’s OLFACTORY. I was close. 🙂 Your Bay is so intelligent. 🙂
So, Sweet Zawji, how was your day? Did you do something fun and exciting? I know it’s not over yet. But we’re past the apex. It’s only 3 in L.A. I wonder if you’re even in L.A.
I found out Brother Jabari lives in Baton Rouge. I wonder what brought him out here. He’s still a class A jerk. He sent me an invitation to “Minister Eric’s” page. I can’t believe he’s still with him. But some Brothers think they gotta curse to be hard. That’s just a show. I feel like all I gotta do is hit you in the mouth and you’ll stop cursing. That’s what they need. A good kick to the jaw. Their mouths are filthy. They look so unrefined in the eyes of the wise.
I know I used to curse, but at least I’ve grown past that stage in life.
Queens and Kings don’t use filthy language. Much less Gods and Goddesses.
I’m really feeling like being the “clean glass.” I’m at that point now. Where I’m not speaking so much. Just putting up a clean glass.
We’re getting close. That’s another sign. Growth. Progress!!!!!!! I see it.
I have this picture in my mind where I’m like a Disney Princess and you are my King. We’re holding hands (chest level) and pressing close to each other looking deeply into each other’s eyes.
I just have to change our clothes to our uniforms. I might as well put on the fez, since I’m dreaming. 🙂
I’ve always wanted one. Even though the headpiece, imo, is more feminine. The fez seems more military. But I picture those three Sisters and they ALL had on the fez and they looked very distinguished. It’s more like a crown.
So, I guess, since I’m the queen I had better wear the crown.
Funny, I never pictured myself in one. I want to draw a picture now. (smile)
I’ve been wanting to draw for a minute. But have not gotten out my art supplies. I wanted to use my new colored pens, but if I’m going to be drawing us, I need my brown and I only have that in pencils and maybe crayons. But we’re only supposed to use colored pencils. So I guess I’ll use the pencils.
I want to listen to the Messenger and draw now. In sha Allah, it will come out good enough for me to take a photo and send to you.
How do you like my kisses??? I feel good sending you kisses when you need them. Like I’m doing my job.
I’m in love with you…. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
XOXOXOX
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I’m glad I bought this body oil.
When I move back to L.A.
All
I
Have
To
Do
Is
Crack it Open
And
I’ll Be
Transported to The French Quarter
Like
Shazzam!!!!!
LOL
I’m so silly.
I didn’t call the Sister today though.
She didn’t call me either.
She must know I’m not gonna take it.
At least not yet.
I’m going going back back to L.A. L.A., foo!
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I’m Going Going…
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I just watched Poetic Justice and just like that my plans have changed.
In the twinkling of an eye lives can change.
OURS
I feel like I’m jocking that lady. I called her twice and she never called back, so I’m like forget it now.
I can just as easily go to L.A.
I have her number which is what I was essentially thinking when she first gave it to me.
It’s good to have for the NEXT time I come out here.
I need to send myself an e-mail with all of the information I got from the homeless resource center too.
Next, In sha Allah.
Watching that movie made me see how dope L.A. is especially after watching that Biggie movie or as much as I could stomach anyway. I’m watching the part where he meets Puffy and I like Puffy so it’s kinda hard to watch. The actor who played him did a good job imo and it’s making me feel all mushy inside. Zawji likes Puffy too. Kayla told me. MaKayKay rather. 😉
I’m feeling really good and sentimental. I feel like writing but I don’t have anything to write about. Oddly enough that’s when I write my best stuff!
I’m excited about going back to L.A. People from L.A. don’t call it Cali unless we’ve been around people from other states who call it “Cali” LOL I got mad the first time I heard somebody call L.A. “Cali” I was like “This ain’t ‘Cali!’ This L.A., fool!” LOL That was Erick Sermon at the Masters of Ceremony show. Now I see what Double K meant when he said the same thing about the Boogie Down in Beat Street. Zawji said in one of his songs “get airplay like Puffy” and he called it “Cali” too. That affirms that he likes Puffy and that he’s been around people not from L.A. if you needed affirmation. 
I still kinda want to stay in NOLA but I really miss Ibni. He’s not answering any of my texts making me REALLY miss him. hmmmm, wonder who he got THAT from? I miss both of them and they’re both in L.A., maybe this is what Allah meant by getting close to the Finish Line. I’m going to L.A. I guess there’s the finish line.
I miss both of them and they’re both in L.A., maybe this is what Allah meant by getting close to the Finish Line. I’m going to L.A. I guess there’s the finish line.I was kinda hoping we could relocate to NOLA because it’s so wonderful out here but homebase, as much as I hate to admit it, is in L.A. I know everybody thinks I’m crazy for preferring NOLA but that’s just sometimes. Faith moved outchere. LOL I just love it. I know, In sha Allah, we’ll be back. Together next time.
It’s almost eleven and I’m sleepy but I’m excited and don’t want to sleep. I feel like I’m going to think of something else to write about and have to get back up.
I’ll just leave my laptop open. I’m going to try and sleep.
I’m in love with you I’m in lov with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in lov with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you……..
Crossing
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I wish I had some good music I could write to and access to a recording studio where I could record it.
Barbie went online and bought some music, rented studio time and came out with some good music.
I suppose I could do the same thing if I really wanted to. Let me see where I can find some music. I’ve done it before (found some beats) but I want JAZZ – STRAIGHT-AHEAD JAZZ. That’s probably impossible to find some music that needs vocals. Most of the music (straight-ahead) sounds fine without vocals. I guess Karaoke it is until I can prove myself worthy of a backing band. Oh yeah. I didn’t want to sing until we get together. Or until the devil is destroyed. I just have all this music in me. I got that sheet music yesterday and since it looks like I’m going to be staying in the NO, I’m already thinking about hitting the piano again.
I called Keith but I’m starting to wonder if he’s full of it because I never got the music. It’s just as well because it’s not jazz and I didn’t really like what he let me hear. I think about Kahlil – he had some fire but it’s not jazz and I know he wants to get paid. I feel guilty not paying them.
I think I’ll window shop for some beats. When I have time. Maybe.
I found Ibni’s clothes. I can’t wait to order them. He better like them. He says “They’re Alligator!” LOL I want to get him a Kangol too. May. I can get the jacket and shirt for two hundred. Three hundred for rent. One hundred for phone. That will leave me with one seventy to play with. I think I’ll buy a bike. It’s getting hot. I can’t be walking in this heat. I can also ride to the French Q and the river and the lake. Cheah. This time I’ll have some place to keep it so I won’t have to worry about somebody stealing it so much. Hopefully I can get one for less than a hundred. I always get the fly bikes. I can’t help it. This last one was flyer than I knew. I also realized I need the bar across the middle to rest my knee on. I didn’t know that and the last one didn’t have it. It was annoying when I wanted to rest my knee on it and it wasn’t there.
I can’t wait until next month to ride through the quarter. I’m excited now. This is why I love writing you! I always come up with good ideas that make me happy. And give me something to anticipate!!!!!
I’m watching the Biggie movie. It’s aight. I’ve never been a fan but it’s interesting to see what his life was like. It’s sad his father was such a jerk and how he hid his money from his mother. He just got incarcerated. That was a punk move whatever happened. The way they showed him calling his moms like a little girl. West coast people are harder than east coast. I think. Compton period. It comes in handy when people try to punk you like my roommates. They have no idea. I’m just waiting for that devil to tell Derrick I did something. She keeps eating my food. I stopped keeping my food in the fridge. It can last. The milk I have to keep in there. And she drank some of that too, but Allah will pay her back cause I’m out on the third whether I move or go back to L.A. She can kiss my derriere.
I’m in love with you, Love. That sounds more serious than I love you. I’m IN LOVE with you. I’m IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’m IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’m IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU. I’M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU.
I never thought about it that way. That sounds like something only men and women can say to each other. I mean you can’t tell your child or parent or friend I’m In Love With You. It reminds me of Eric Benet’s song. I can’t wait to hear you tell me that. Let me get the song brb
I used to love this song He is good at reworking old hits into new hits or what should be new hits. I’m just glad that’s not his daughter he’s singing with. I thought it was.
Just tell me something you don’t tell those other girls around you….
That’s what I used to think about you being around all those other girls. Made me so insecure. I never thought you could love me the way I loved you. You were famous and fine and everybody loved you. I never thought you could love only me – around all those women. I don’t see myself as beautiful, certainly not beautiful enough to compete with model types but if you love me you love me and it doesn’t matter what they look like. I understand that now. It’s not about looks. It’s about hearts. Yours is mine and mine is yours. I wouldn’t jeopardize what we have for anything in the world. I know you wouldn’t either. It’s not worth it. Sex with somebody else, even though it could be super hot, wouldn’t be worth it. I’m not going to experiment. Because I don’t think sex with anybody else would be hotter than sex with you – my best friend. Even if he has the body of that brother I met in Tuba Fats Square and worked it like a pro, I couldn’t kiss him and feel what I feel for you. Sex without kissing is empty. And, kisses without love (anybody other than you) are always empty. I would have to force myself to feel aroused. But, arousal without love is empty lust. And afterwards you feel empty and used. I have had enough of that.
I don’t want anyman touching me but you. Much less kissing me. I don’t even want to think about it. I’m depressing myself I want to kiss you so badly. Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is due forever, Said We’re almost there so be happy. I can see the finish line and there is no one close to me. I picture myself, and Allah said, it’s like dragging yourself across the finish line – we’ve been through so much but what comes next? I picture a wreath of roses; red roses and you.
I’m going to be happy. I’m lucky all I have to do is think about all the people who don’t know who their nafis is. I’m lucky just on the strength of that, whether it has materialized or not. I’m luckier that 99 per cent of people. I think one percent, if that many, truly have found their soulmate. I think that couple I saw in the quarter found theirs. I was mad at her for dancing up on that brother but now I know he was her brother. I cannot see myself dancing with real world jay like that but hereaafter jay maybe. LOL It wasn’t so bad now that I look back on it. I didn’t know Muslims dance in the streets but it’s so much fun dancing and partying and being happy unconditionally.
With the right people though. This world people ruin everything. I guess that… No, I know that’s why we’re still in waiting. I see the finish line though. That’s closer than the Light at the end of the tunnel… You’re closer…. It’s only been two days since the light. In sha Allah, it’ll be two more days before we cross, maybe less 🙂
I’m in love you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in ovew Ith You I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you I’m in love with you………
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Thursday
March 23, 2017
11:46 A.M.A.D.- JAMAL
NEW ORLEANS
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Babies
I really didn’t want to blog.
I wanted to write Zawji
BUT
HE
WANTS
ME
TO
BLOG
It’s harder because I can’t really be as completely open and free as when I write him. I have to guard my revelations a little when I write for the public. You understand.
But, it’s good I guess.
I reread my messages to him more than I reread old blogs though.
I think he just wants me to tell the world how I feel about him. LOL
Everybody knows I love him more than life itself.
Or at least you do if you’ve ever ready my blog.
If this is your first one, let me fill you in.
I fell in love in 1979 with a boy who sent me an “I like you, do you like me? Yes? No?” note. We were in the same class and I know I checked Yes because I liked him. Still do. A few years ago, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Told Me this boy, who was now a man, is my soulmate, or as we say in Arabic – ZAWJI – which officially translates to husband, but I like to say “my everything a man can be to a woman” He is my Brother; my Provider; my Protector; my Baby; my Daddy, and my Husband…
So Cheah…
He Wants Me To Write You…
It’s so funny because two days ago I was planning to move back to L.A. next month, but yesterday (A.J. Day) was so eventful, I might be staying in New Orleans.
I really hadn’t resigned myself to moving to L.A. yet, so it’s all good.
I’m really feeling New Orleans and although I’m not as close to The French Quarter as I would like to be, I’m close enough to go to The Jazz Playhouse any night of the week. Also Lebanon’s Cafe… I still want to see Papa Ellis at Snug Harbor too although I’m not anxious to see devils in his band.
That’s the reason why I left the Congo Square thing.
It’s nauseating.
I have no tolerance for it, I’m learning.
So, I don’t know.
The last time I went to The Playhouse, I ended up leaving before the band even started their set because they had a devil in the band and I couldn’t stomach it.
I don’t know if I’m ever, well I did get to see a good show at the Congo Square thing unexpectedly and the children’s bands were all Black. That is very encouraging.
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In sha Allah, I’m going to see the lady’s house this afternoon.
It will have to be pretty bad for me to refuse.
I’ve lived in a horse stable. LOL
But I loved being so close to the horses.
They’re so sweet.
That’s another thing good about staying in NOLA.
I’m going to miss Ibni but last time I was in L.A., I didn’t see him once. So cheah.
I told him I was going to buy him a alligator shirt and he said “Those shirts are expensive” and I thought he meant to say them you-know-whats are expensive LOL
It’s funny because I used to always dress him in polo shirts and expensive Kangols now I can get him the expensive polo shirts too. I guess I’ll get him a Kangol too. I want to get him an alligator jacket and shoes but I don’t think he’ll like the shoes. The jacket yes.
He’s so cute.
Well, that’s all really. I just wanted to write about going to see the Sister’s house. I really hope I can stay in New Orleans. It’s the greatest city in the world.
Sorry Zawji. I know you love L.A.
You can make me love L.A. when you feel like it, but I’m not feeling it, so I think you want me to stay in Nola. Today anyway.
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3:09 p.m.
Before I moved into this new place, the owner said it was time for me to forge ahead with life. Or something like that.
Like it’s time to settle down and stop being homeless, moving from shelter to street to street to shelter to street.
At least that’s what I took it to mean.
I agreed.
That’s why I’m here.
I could just have easily gone back to the street but it’s so STRESSFUL.
I agreed to a ROOMMATE!
Which is something I thought I would never do.
BUT
I’ve really grown since my last fight, I believe anyway.
But it’s starting to look like, and I don’t want to speak prematurely, but it looks like I may have found another place without ever having to have a roommate.
I still have about a week and a half before I get my check and can move but I think I would be okay with a roommate especially now knowing my time is so short. I could do a week and a half, In sha Allah.
This living with a devil is really getting on my nerves.
Admittedly, it’s better than last time.
I think I know them a little better.
That doesn’t mean she’s any less annoying and vindictive but I’m better able to cope.
Again, a week and a half.
People always try to test me.
See how much I can stand.
But my teacher taught me that the righteous are like water. It takes 212 degrees Farenheit to bring us to a boil, whereas spirits boil at 170 degrees or something like that. Let me G it. BRB
WOW!!!
Google said 78 degrees!!!
That’s a HUGE difference.
That’s probably why they can’t affect me. LOL
They’re used to spirits. LOL
I’m water, Baby. H2O….
I’m so cool, it’s not even funny.
She used the pan I use everyday to cook my dinner and put a big roast in it and stuck it in the refrigerator. Nobody even ate it.
But Allahu Akbar
I found a pan that works even better because it’s smaller and better suited to my meal for one. Allahu Akbar!
You cannot phase the resourceful.
LOL
All I can do is SMH at the efforts of the wicked.
I know there’s a scripture in the Holy Qur’an that applies.
All I can think of is that they plan and Allah Plans, surely Allah is the Best of Planners.
LOL
That’s not how it goes, but it’s still true. LOL
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Our Saviour, yesterday (A.J. Day), Told Me To “BE HAPPY!!!” And I didn’t say it but I truly was. I was almost like that Second Line I saw where everybody was happier than any people I’ve seen in my life. The only thing that would’ve made it better would have been sharing my joy with someone else.
I’ve never had that. Someone who was truly happy for me too. Except maybe when I got married. I think my friend was truly happy but now I think it’s only because I was marrying the wrong man. Because when I told her how I felt about Zawji, she disappointed. 😦
But, Allahu Akbar! I’m happy ANYWAY!!!! Can’t Steal My JOY!!!!!!
I have a wonderful Zawji and that makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
We’re the best couple ever.
Have you ever known two people to get together and they just seem like they were made for each other? Especially if you knew them separately – and then they hook up???
That’s us.
When we get together, everybody’s going to be like
“Ya’ll are perfect for each other!“
I know you’re already thinking it. 😉
Everybody who knows both of us (and that’s basically everybody I know) knows we are supposed to be together. We just sound right together – make sense….
A match made in Heaven by Allah, TRULY.
TRUE LOVE
It’s only a few more days…
ALLAHU AKBAR!!!!
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A.J. DAY!!!!! – March 2017
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I pray Allah you all had a warm and friendly, memorable and exciting A.J. DAY – March 2017!!!
May Allah Bless You All With Many More To Come!!!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!!!
HAPPY A.J. DAY – MARCH 2017!!!!!!!!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Sweet Pookie!!!
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
Al Hamdulillah!!!!!!!!!
How was your day? Sweet Love? Your A.J. Day??? 😉
Did you do something fun and exciting???
Or did you go to work???
I’m glad work was fun and exciting.
I’m glad you would rather go to work and have fun than take the day off and do nothing without us. That makes me feel so special! Thank-you for loving me!
Our Saviour Sent His Greeting!!!
He is so loving and merciful and thoughtful and beneficent, generous!
I had OOEY GOOEY CAKE and it was the BIZZOMB!!!
I wanted to go get another one but I bought the last chocolate one and I didn’t think about it but I would’ve been disappointed had I gotten off the bus and they didn’t have another one.
I’m glad I got one though and it looks like I’m going to be staying in the Nola.
I met this Sister and she has a garage for rent, which would be good for me.
There’s nothing more private than a garage. And the price is unbeatable!
I would have to go inside to cook and use the bathroom but it’s better than sharing a room.
Thank-you. I didn’t really want to go to L.A. anyway.
I need to be here incase they call for my dentist appointment anyway.
I was worried about what I would do if they called while I was in L.A.
NOW
I
DON’T
HAVE
TO
WORRY
I am loving the change of seasons.
I really feel it.
It’s warm now
Whereas last month this time, it was freezing!!!
I never noticed it in L.A.
It gets cold but I never felt the change as drastically as here.
I mean at the Congo Square thing, it was HOT!
The Sun gets hotter here than in L.A. and I felt it.
BUT
I just wanted to thank you for such a wonderful day.
I thank you for telling me to go to the Lake.
I thank you for telling me to go to the playground.
I thank you for allowing me to see some Black Babies at play.
I thank you for the cake and ice cream.
I thank you for giving me the gift of A.J. DAY!!! A.J. 😉
I love you I love you I love
AND
I can’t WAIT until next month!!!!
THANK-YOU!!!!
HAPPY A.J. DAY!!!! MARCH 2017
THIS ONE WAS ONE TO REMEMBER
I kept expecting to run into you and be presented with that ring from Tiffany’s
At least when I went past that house where they were filming.
I just knew somebody was going to tell me they needed me to fill in and you were the leading man and were going to propose to me on film.
😉
Oh well
It was still memorable…
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HAPPY A.J. DAY!!!!!!!!!!
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
Zawji was born on October 22nd, so every month I celebrate his birth on the 22nd. I do a similar thing for myself on the 19th.
But we don’t celebrate birthdays in the Nation.
I just like to remember him and give him special recognition on the day of the month he was born.
That’s celebrating, you say.
Not really, it’s just giving him a special day. It’s not celebrating his birth or being thankful he’s here. It’s just taking a moment to give him special recognition.
I could do it anyday or everyday but since he was born on the 22nd, I do it on the 22nd.
Anyway, I don’t have to justify myself to anybody.
Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are due forever, uses dates to commemorate special events, like his Coming on the Fourth of July. That is a special day to America and so He Came on a day we would always remember. It’s not celebrating the Fourth of July, just a special day we would always remember. Get it?
MAY YOU ALL HAVE FUN AND EXCITING, MEMORABLE AND HAPPY A.J. DAY!!!!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
The Curtain is Being Ripped
Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim
I was just surmising that these e-mails are really making me feel close to you.
More than or not even that I was expecting. I wasn’t. I just have things and feelings I want to express and since I’m a writer, I write. It really doesn’t matter if you read them or not I understand the power of putting things out into the universe. I know we create our own reality. I bear witness. You are my Zawji whether it appears that way or not. I’m just waiting for it to be made manifest. True Love cannot be denied and I know you love me. Whether it appears that way or not. Just being patient. WE are living in the day when the Truth must be made manifest so it is only a matter of time. I see so many signs. The Devil is at her wits end. LOL And I am just waiting for my turn. Allahu Akbar. Nobody can love us like we can love each other. But you must’ve known I would come around one day. Thirty years is a long time to wait for somebody and it’s not over yet. But at least you can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Almost there, Sweet Zawji, My Beloved….
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