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Now, you know I’m in the Nation and we don’t celebrate nothing but Saviour’s Day.
Valentine’s Day just reminds me that Saviour’s Day is coming!!!!!
Yaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
Everyday should be like Valentine’s Day when you’re really in love anyway.
Like ME & ZAWJI
He gives me roses and chocolate every day of the year and don’t say nothing about nobody named St. Valentine!
He gives me those things because he loves me
AND
I LOVE HIM
Because he shows me how much he loves me
BY
Giving me things I love.
Complete your cipher.
Valentine’s Day is not about roses and chocolate.
It’s about appreciating (or should be) the person who loves you.
BUT
The problem with the devil and his days is that he designates one day a year to celebrate important things.
And belittles the importance by commercializing on them.
I think if you have to set aside a day to show someone how much you appreciate them it shows you might not really appreciate them.
Let me give you an example.
I used to be married and when our anniversary came, I didn’t remember.
I felt stupid when my husband came talking about “Happy Anniversary.”
I felt bad because I didn’t remember. I thought maybe I didn’t love him like I should. I guess I really didn’t seeing as how we’re not married anymore.
But not only that, I felt stupid celebrating and I didn’t know anything about the nation yet. Well, not much.
For me, anniversaries are unimportant because I planned to be married for the rest of my life so what difference does it make that we made it a year?
I mean, why celebrate?
We should celebrate our love (marriage) EVERY DAY and grow deeper in love EVERY DAY if we’re really meant to be together.
We weren’t.
This society puts emphasis on the wrong things.
Who cares what day you got married on?
As long as you marry your one true love.
EVERY DAY you’re together should be celebrated.
Just on the strength of appreciating that you were lucky enough to find each other
Knowing that there are many people who are still looking.
I mean, at least celebrate a week!
Love is important.
Valentine’s Week SMH
Should be all year.
EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR
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So, this year has been kinda weird.
A couple days ago I was feeling very emotional.
I had just “broken up” with those two Muslims and was lonely as hell.
I went to see Pops and sat on his lap and just cried cried cried.
He told me something like I have a responsibility to music.
I dig that.
But, I’m not singing or playing music publicly until the devil is destroyed.
I thought maybe just for Black people but somebody might record it and the devil might get ahold to it.
So cheah
Anyway, the next night, I went back to see Pops and there was this Brother there.
He came and really started talking to me.
His voice!
He reminds me of this Brother but better because he doesn’t have to turn it on, it’s just naturally like that AND he has a NEW ORLEANS ACCENT!!!
SO
He makes jewelry and sells it which is really admirable to ya gurl.
I was thinking this morning while I was sitting across the street from a Black-owned car wash that I admire this Brother more than Bebe (the owner of the car wash) because although Bebe probably makes a lot of money, he is still a servant.
Brother T
IS A PRODUCER!!!
It takes more ingenuity to develop a product (design, manufacture, produce, market) and sell it than to just serve people.
Anybody can wash a car.
Not everybody has the power to create something from nothing.
SO
We kicked it that first night (Sunday)
Early in the morning, he told me his mother was going to call and he was going over her house and told me he wanted to introduce me to her.
I didn’t go.
He knows all about Zawji, of course.
I even told him that Zawji sent him to me so I wouldn’t be alone.
It didn’t dawn on me that it was Valentine’s Day until yesterday.
He was at his mom’s all day and then last night when he went to the Quarter to sell his wares, I went to sleep and when I woke up this morning, he had gone to Ma Dukes’ again.
Let me G why Dilla called his Mom “Ma Dukes” BRB
“How did you come to be called Ma Dukes?My son, Dilla, and his friends just started calling me that and I never asked why.”
I am probably the only woman in the world who would admire someone like him over Bebe, but across the street is a store that sells stripper paraphernelia and next door is a restaurant and written in the cement is the name of the owner of the restaurant and Bebe’s name together. They are a couple.
I’m afraid Bebe is a low-key pimp, using the Car Wash as a front.
No talent.
Leeches.
I realized that those two Muslim Brothers are just like other homeless Brothers I have met. I wrote about two Brothers I met in Atlanta.
They are always two Brothers. One is significantly older (maybe fifteen years) older than the other one, has a habit (cigarettes, coke, liquor or whatever) and uses the younger brother (phone, energy, contacts, ideas, creativity usually) and the younger brother misguidedly looks up to the older Brother. But when the younger brother starts to come up, the older brother holds him back. It’s sad. He feels obligated to the older Brother and doesn’t want to leave him, but the older brother is holding him back and knows if the younger brother leaves him, his life is basically over unless he can find another source to leech off of.
That’s why Tip said the music industry (rule #4080 ) and I think life in general, is made up of so many shady people. They find someone with talent (artist) and leech off of them.
That’s why I fly solo dolo because I know it’s harder for a lady. We are naturally dependent. I’ve got Allah and Zawji (who are both unseen on me) but talk to me five minutes. 😉
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T is a great guy but I’m too old to be with a Brother who is still dependent on his mother. I did that in High School. I’ve been out of school thirty years and if you are introducing me to your mother at her house something is wrong.
Invite us both to dinner. I would prefer it to be at your house more than a restaurant because your house will be our house and gives me a firmer foundation for future dinners. If you’re really serious anyway.
Some mothers don’t want to pass the baton to their son’s wife.
They want him to remain dependent on her forever.
Some fathers are the same way with their daughters.
I think it’s like that when they are not satisfied with their mate.
So they look for love from their children.
It’s sickening.
They can’t let go and let their children find their fulfillment in their mate.
Your spouse should be your everything.
That’s why I call him my ZAWJI.
He is my father now.
I don’t need to ask my daddy for anything monetarily anymore.
Zawji got it covered. I’m dependent on him financially.
He is my BEST FRIEND.
I don’t need any girlfriends.
Zawji got it covered. I’m dependent on him for everything including advice about girl stuff.
The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) is a MAN, but he made ladies out of former prostitutes. And if you think about it, it makes sense. Who can teach a lady how she should act better than a man? He knows what men like. And The Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) was chosen by Allah, to be HIS MESSENGER. So He Knows How To Make Women of Allah. That’s what I want to be.
Zawji is my Brother.
I don’t need anybody else to protect me.
Zawji got it covered.
He is my son.
I get to mother him and do all the things he would go to his mother for.
I got it covered.
Maybe not because he’s not with me yet.
In Sha Allah, soon. 😀
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Oh, and He is my husband.
So we get to do all the things I can’t and don’t want to do with the other men in my life. 🙂
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Everybody on Facebook is talking about that movie.
The Funny thing about the Johnsons or something.
Maybe Strange things.
I don’t know.
But that movie is really sick.
I saw part of it and it really messed me up.
Having been a victim of incest, it made me really feel like something was wrong.
With me!
The victim!
I turned it off but somebody on FB said it gets worse. Much worse.
No, I didn’t turn it off right then.
I saw one more scene that made me turn it off.
I think America is the no I KNOW America is the most wickedest place that has ever been on our planet.
I wanted to be a Nun growing up.
I think because there is solace in being in solitude.
I could totally live in a cave if it had central heating and a bathroom.
I don’t even need a kitchen. A hot plate every now and then would be nice but I could live without it in exchange for not having to be around any people.
Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) of fourteen hundred years ago used to go up into the cave to get away from it all. And that is where he received the first revelation of the Holy Qur’an.
The Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that Allah revealed the Holy Qur’an to him.
Most people think He (Allah) used an Angel (Jibril/Gabriel).
But the point is he was alone and away from everybody and everything.
This world makes you think something is wrong with you if you do that.
They even have a medical/psychological diagnosis for it – isolating.
And they FORCE you to go to group.
#trialsofapsychpatient
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Anyway
He gave me a bracelet.
I let him put it on me.
He tried to cuff me.
I let him
for one day.
He told me Don’t Talk To Anybody Else.
I even did it.
For one day.
I took it off.
And it was almost physically painful.
Bracelets are just as important as a ring almost.
It’s symbolic of cuffing you.
I haven’t figured out the ring yet.
Oh yeah, someone said it’s because the ring finger is connected to the heart or something.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Bebies!
Sometimes I forget what state of mind many of our people are in.
I think everybody should have common sense and know the TRUTH like I.
But there are still many people lost in confusion (darkness).
I was thinking this morning that there are many places where they do not allow the guests to talk about religion or politics.
Because everybody thinks they are right. And arguments are inevitable.
But if you prohibit people from discussion then how can you ever arrive at the TRUTH.
One of us is right, but if we aren’t allowed to discuss it then how can I bring the other person into the light?
At least let me try.
If they reject it, then that’s on them.
People can’t handle the TRUTH.
It hurts.
But it only hurts the guilty.
I love the discussion of TRUTH.
It empowers me.
And you too, if you are open to receive it.
So, I’m staying in the New Orleans Rescue Mission or whatever it’s called and I swear Louisiana has got to be the most religious state in the United Snakes of North America. I’m positive we are the only state that has “parishes” as opposed to counties. Let me G it. BRB Yup. Only Louisiana. Now let me G “parish.” Wait for it…
par·ish
ˈperiSH/ (itn’t that evil?)
noun
(in the Christian Church) a small administrative district typically having its own church and a priest or pastor.
A parish is a church territorial unit constituting a division within a diocese. A parish is under the pastoral care and clerical jurisdiction of a parish priest, who might be assisted by one or more curates, and who operates from a parish church.
So creepy.
So, the whole state is under a religious government. And it’s Catholic. The worst type of Christians ever. Here is what the Messenger (pbuh) taught us about Catholics:
“A pagan religion was adopted by the Jews in Judaism. They didn’t want the Blackman’s religion, Islam, nor would they accept the Yellowman’s religion, Buddhism, the whiteman had to invent himself a religion that would fit his nature, for his being evil, his religion had to be flexible enough to allow him to practice his evil and worship statues, drink blood (wine), eat (body flesh), etc.
“They applied the teachings of Moses (Islam) to paganism, thus Judaism began. Judaism kept the Jews a united people. The other devils used parts of Judaism, paganism and combined all those teachings together, thus began Catholicism, out of Catholicism they invented Christianity 551 years ago. We wouldn’t expect a whiteman to accept a Black, Brown, Red and Yellowman’s religion. They hate everything Black… That stands for Black.”
And this (Catholicism) is what is used to run the state of Louisiana.
So, Allah Decided to place me right in the midst of it – at a state run shelter – a Mission, no less.
Now, we have the Union Rescue Mission in L.A. and I know there’s one in Vegas. I’ve never stayed at the one in Vegas but I don’t remember seeing any crosses or pictures of “Jesus” and “Mary” (I put them in quotations because those pictures are not anywhere close to being depictions of Jesus and Mary who were Black) when I went there.
I just left the one in Los Angeles and they stopped making the guests sit through a sermon before feeding and letting us go to bed.
But Louisiana!
Oh My Goodness!
I went for Lunch just to check it out and see if it would be worth coming back to try and stay the night and we sat in the chapel but there was no sermon. I heard the preachers were in a meeting.
I don’t mean to sound vain in the least, but I would not be surprised if the meeting was due to the presence of a certain Muslim in full Muslim garb who signed her name as LOVE ALLAH! LOL!
I make stuff happen.
But I was grateful. The meal was aight – some mediocre gumbo. I was gonna just pick the shrimp out and eat the rice and roux. I didn’t get to enjoy it tho. They separate the men from the women but I was the last to go in and there was no more room at the women’s table so they sat me at the men’s table.
I took personal offense and left the table.
Why would they do me like that?
Testing me.
They sit the one woman trying to live Christlike with a table full of men and expect me to EAT with them??? Christianity is full of prostitutes and loose women and they are trying to make me into one.
I left the room.
Then when I said something about it, they played dumb. Like I was the one who sat the other women at their own table!
Christians.
But I went back that evening because I didn’t want to get arrested for trespassing and it’s just EASIER.
So, I got a bed and was instructed to then sit in the chapel.
You HAVE to sit through a chapel meeting and you can’t use your phone. I read my Holy Qur’an, but I did listen a little bit for amusement.
The Reverend’s sermon was all about integration and miscegenation and how Allah (God) Wants to “break down social barriers” when he knows just as well as anyone that this is the Great Day of Separation.
I had to laugh at how he stood up there, read the Bible and then told us stuff was in there that wasn’t, like we hadn’t just heard him read it and explain it!!!
People get caught up in the show and don’t listen constructively. He stood up there and said, “God said thus thus and thus” after just reading the Bible knowing what he just said was nowhere in what he had read.
I’m sorry if I’m repeating myself. I’m just flabbergasted at how they lie outright and nobody says anything!!!
SHEEP.
They think because he’s a Reverend, everything he says is the truth, when he’s paid to lie to control the sheep.
I felt like I was sitting in a 2017 slavery prayer meeting. The only difference was there were more in the audience instead of just on the stage and the reverend was preaching miscegenation instead of just love your slavemasters – kinda the same thing, huh? I’m nauseous.
I had plenty of questions. But churches are not like the mosque where you can ask questions after the lecture. So, I just pitied the poor sheep and their shepherd and went on and tried to get through the night.
So, all of the shelters I’ve been in are just entry levels for the programs. It’s so evil what they do to poor Black people who have no knowledge of self. We will submit to anything. That’s the definition of a Nigger. Not this nor that. Just waiting for someone to position him somewhere.
So, we have to do everything, wait. First, they strip you of all you personal belongings. I had to surrender my purse! They said for security reasons. I don’t trust anyone, but I went along with them. I figured everything could be replaced and the woman in the dormitory convinced me there hadn’t been a theft in the three years she’s been in charge. So, I submitted. I felt like they got me though. They do everything very subtly. That’s what makes it so deceptive. They secretly get you to surrender your whole life over to them by degrees.
It’s incestuous. The people who work there all went through the program and now live, work, eat and sleep there. The program runs their whole lives. It’s like the military. An institution. Like jail. Once you go through the program, you’re incapable of living without it and incapable of doing something for self.
I know that’s why Allah Has Me Right Up In there. Just like when I went to Atlanta. All I did was ask the people in the program, “What is your plan when you get out of the program?” Do something for yourself. They are slaves and don’t even know it. They have not the slightest thought of working or supporting themselves without the help of the program. Even feeding themselves, much less providing themselves with shelter. That’s how they get you.
They give you a place to live.
At the very least, feed yourself.
Food is crucial to your livelihood.
Whoever feeds you, controls you.
They can cut you off at any moment.
So you do whatever they say to keep that meal coming.
To keep that roof over your head.
Next thing you know, you work there for added benefits. Then they provide you with your own housing in one of their units. Everybody you know is in or a graduate of the program. I don’t know of any families produced from graduates of the program.
Most live in SROs (in L.A.) or shotguns (in New Orleans) neither of which is conducive to families.
I’m getting depressed. 😥
Let me change the subject. This is what happened when we got to the dormitory.
Everyone has to take a shower and put on the clothes they give you to sleep in. You put your clothes on the porch and put them back on in the morning. You surrender your phone before you go to bed too.
So, I’m waiting for my shower, reading my Qur’an minding my own business. Trying not to get into any arguments on my first night. I’ve found that if I’m friendly, eventually it gets ugly (believe it or not), so I decided to just stay to myself.
So, I’m reading my Arabic Holy Qur’an and somebody walks by and says something like, “She’s reading that Qur’an!” “In the house of God!” “That devil Bible!” I didn’t even look up.
I have so little patience for ignorance.
Later I realized it’s better that I don’t know who said it. Because then I can be justified in treating everybody the same. I know they don’t know any better.
Nobody stepped to me. So I wasn’t tripping. I was ready if they wanted to get into some gangsta stuff but in these shelters if you fight, you get kicked out. So, I know they weren’t going to start nothing.
All you have to do is show no fear and they always back down.
I wasn’t even afraid of getting jumped. I know I’ma get a couple of them.
Later this Sister who I had recognized spoke to me. Which was cool. It’s good to have an ally sometimes.
I guess I’ll go back. You get 21 days, then they probably want you to enter the program. Either that or you’re “off on your own, Girl.” 😛 In Sha Allah, I won’t get kicked out. I’m sure if I made it through the first night, I can make it the rest. But Allah Knows Best. At least that New Orleans weather is back. It’s not nearly as cold as it was when I left. In sha Allah, it will stay this way and I won’t have to go back to L.A. next month.
I’m thinking about it.
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There were three tornadoes here yesterday.
TBH, I wouldn’t even have known if I didn’t get alerts on my phone and seen all that stuff on Facebook. I mean it was raining, but it’s always raining in New Orleans. LOL
Somebody said on FB, New Orleans can’t catch a break!
I think it’s because it’s run by Catholicism, which is in opposition to Allah and His One True Religion – ISLAM. So, Allah is Teaching Them A Lesson. Get right!
Everybody’s getting ready for Mardi Gras, which I’m convinced is the wickedest place and time on the Planet!
And it’s supposed to be a religious holiday!!!
Christians “prepare” for a time when they are supposed to be holy by being wicked!!!
They are, apparently, trying to get all the wickedness out of their system before being holy. SMH
Muslims are just the opposite. We prepare for being holy by being holy.
Before the month of Ramadan, we start eating right so we won’t tax our system when the time comes to fast. This makes sense. Do it gradually.
But that’s Christians for you.
Opposers of what is right.
I know where I’m going to hide during Mardi Gras. Oh no.
I just remembered.
My cubby hole is on the street most of the parades go down.
I was there on New Year’s and it was HELL!!!
Maybe I’ll go to the lake….
It’s peaceful and far far away from the French Quarter.
My last day at the shelter is the same day as Mardi Gras.
See how Allah and Zawji do me?
I try to hide from all this wickedness and they force me into it.
To test me. But I think more to see what I’m gonna do. Even though everything is written. I just HATE it. They squeezed me out last time. I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE but they want people to see me. I’m filthy and still getting compliments. SMH I know They want me out in it, otherwise They wouldn’t have brought me here.
It’s like when you see a baby screaming and hollering about something and it’s so cute. They’re torturing me for my own good. For Black people’s own good. I know most have never seen anyone like me. So they force me out.
I know where I’m going.
Somebody told me where the Black people have been going for Mardi Gras for centuries, so I’m going to submit and just go there.
I kinda want to see the Mardi Gras Indians. I’m not scared of them anymore. I told the Brothers I met last year what color I would wear if I was an Indian and I’m seeing that color everywhere now. I think they may have been Indians low key.
I also met this Brother last year who told me he was a “skeleton.” He told me they come out first, real early in the morning and knock on everybody’s door telling them, “You’re Next.” I know he wasn’t supposed to reveal that (his identity) to me. Everybody’s incognegro out here, wearing masks and costumes and whatnot. But it must be the Islam. People think I’m somebody. LOL
There are so many rituals they have here. Voodou is more powerful than Catholicism low key. I just hate how all the Black people love devils. It’s sickening. I saw it again last night. The white people will laugh and joke with the Black people then leave the Black people and go with the devils leaving the Black people looking stupid because they can’t go too. SMH
But they think I’m wrong for not speaking to them.
12:20 AMAD-JAMAL
I think maybe the Indians may be okay.
I mean, what do they really have to do with Lent?
Let me Google them
BRB
Okay, I saw a picture and it scared me.
WHY IS THE NBA ALL-STAR GAME GONNA BE IN NEW ORLEANS???
I’m almost in The New. I’m in Baton Rouge and my bus doesn’t leave until five something. It’s only one thirty now.
Every time I come here I think about Faith. She doesn’t have any children as far as I know. I mean why wouldn’t she put it on Facebook if she does. I guess it’s not too late. I can still have more, In sha Allah. Maybe she can too. She’s a career woman. I thought I was too. I never pictured myself a homemaker in a million years. I wanted to be a news anchor. And a talk show host. Those type of women don’t have successful families – like Oprah. They try to do it all but can’t. Trying to be “Superwoman.” But that’s not superwoman. Superwoman saves people from harm. They are trying to do it all. It’s so stupid. But that is how the devil has made us. I almost cry thinking about my poor Sisters. They work all day and then come home and try to do the housework they should have been doing all day. It’s crazy. They spend their whole lives like that. Even older Sisters (an older Sister) told me that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We are women too. White women with class don’t live like that. It’s the lower class who think they are supposed to be “equal” with men. Refined women know we are supposed to rear our husband’s children and take care of him and the home he provides for us. These feminists think there’s something wrong with that. They want to be men. They want to do the things men are supposed to do. Like work outside of the home with strange men. I don’t. I’m perfectly happy being a woman and doing the things I was created to do in the home. Baking cookies is fulfilling. Sewing draperies is fulfilling. Wiping noses and making therapeutic tea is fulfilling.
I hate seeing little Black babies with runny noses. They’re not eating right. Too much mucous and it’s coming out. I NEVER remember Hakim having a runny nose. Not even once. He got sick once but he told me he needed some fruit, so I got it and he felt better instantly.
I got to go to the grocery store in Houston. It was on it’s last leg so I helped kill it.
I can’t believe I’m in this Greyhound station for another three hours and nobody’s here but some dirty devil men.
I think I’m gonna take a nap.
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 okay, 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 can’t remember the last time I told you. Please don’t ever think I’m going to stop loving you. I’m not. I will love you until I take my last breath. I thought about saying until my heart stops beating but they have machines to keep your heart beating. I think when you can’t breathe anymore that’s it. So until I am no longer able to breathe in the atom of life, I will love you, Amad-Jamal Allah.
I can’t bring myself to attach the slave name to you. I was just reading the Messenger’s teaching on him. He called him an outcast or something bad like that. And he said all the other outcasts boosted his authority and then he made you his slave. SMH. Well the Messenger (PBUH) didn’t say the part about making you his slave but he did.
I HATED how proud you sounded when you told the police your name. Maybe you were happy because you thought they were going to take care of me in your stead. Idk I don’t even wanna think about it. I just can’t wait to see you again. Soon come, In sha Allah.
I always heard them announce buses going here and was always glad I was never on one of those buses.
But here I am.
It has creeped me out ever since David Koresh and his cult madness.
You know all I remember is that some people got shot up.
Let me G it. BRB
Okay wait.
We’re riding through the city and it is a deserted Sunday morning
Hella creepy.
Looks like white trash central.
The city is bigger than I imagined.
It reminds me of Needles, California
Where all of the residents looked like the products of incest.
Texas has a symbol too.
Like New Orleans/Louisiana has the Fleur de Lis.
Texas’ symbol is the five-pointed star.
Like the Cowboys or The Lone Star State.
I’m surprised I never realized it before.
But I saw this guy with a baseball hat on and it just had a star on it.
I thought that was cool.
Everybody knows it’s for Dallas.
But I’m taking the scenic route on this trip and have spent two days in TX
And there are stars everywhere.
But it’s also brown everywhere
Where it’s supposed to be green.
I’m like
“Why don’t you water the grass?”
L.A. has an excuse
Maybe they’re going through a drought too.
Either way
I don’t like it.
It’s ugly.
Maybe it’s because it’s Winter
Because A LOT, I would go so far as to say MOST
Of the Trees are Brown too.
There are a lot of cattle eating this brown grass tho.
If this is what Winter in Texas looks like,
You can have it.
I’ll take Manhattan.
*****
I think I might go to jail when I get to New Orleans.
I don’t have any money and I need to eat.
I don’t really want to go to the hospital
BECAUSE
They know me.
They know me in jail too
BUT
I haven’t been in a while.
I got kicked out of jail in Nevada.
Craziest thing I ever heard.
They said they were giving me a “Kick-Out.”
LOL
Have you ever heard of anybody getting KICKED OUT of JAIL???
Only me.
I don’t know WHAT I’m going to do when I get to New Orleans.
I mean,
My Faith is in Allah and Zawji
They always surprise me with something great
BUT
I always have to suffer a little first.
This anxiety is suffering.
Not knowing what to expect.
The worst part is being cold.
I can steal to alleviate hunger
AND
I can handle being dirty (although I detest it)
BUT
Being cold is the worst.
It got so cold last time I was here I couldn’t believe it.
And L.A. was like 80 degrees.
Worst thing was the rain.
I would even take rain over cold.
Clothes dry fast when you’re wearing them.
I’m at the point of even humbling myself to the point of trying to take advantage of their homeless resources.
I think about what happened last time (when they turned me away for no reason other than I’m a Muslim) and I STILL want to try it.
SMH
Looks like I might have to take off my garment too.
I mean and put on other clothes so I can wash it.
I was hoping maybe to wash it when I get this hotel but unless they have automatic dryers, it’s not going to be dry by checkout time.
I would go to some fast food place and use their automatic dryers but I don’t have anything else to put on and I am not about to stand there in my underwear…
I know where to go for services but that’s about it.
I don’t know the procedures except that they make you wait like all homeless resources.
I’m officially in the south.
The sky just got ten times more beautiful!
The clouds are on overdrive racing across the sky.
Two layers of clouds and the beautiful Sun high above.
Hawks everywhere and almost just as high.
I hope I can find the Moors this time.
I always find the Hebrews but it’s like the Moors hide from me.
They know I just want to mess with them.
LOL
When I found the Hebrews in L.A.
It was so funny.
We were outside West Angeles
And one of them got so mad he ripped up my flier.
I was like
Oh No he didn’t.
He was that mad at me.
But what could I do?
I couldn’t put it back together.
I mean, I could but I had a ton more and really?
I was not about to get into a fight with no full-grown man.
Been there. Done that.
Besides, I know he was just mad and that’s victory in itself.
Why you mad tho?
LOL
I got to go in and see my old Pastor
Who is now a Bishop.
I pretended like I was deaf so I could sit in the front row.
I was trying to get as close to him as possible.
I wanted to kill him for lying to me as a little girl.
But he looked like he has one foot in the grave already
SMH
I mean he could barely stand up.
LOL
I remember when he used to run across the stage and kick his leg up.
I know his audience has been there awhile too
BECAUSE
There were parts of his sermon that everybody would recite with him
In Unison!
All I could do was shake my head.
I mean,
I saw Whitney reference preachers reciting their scripts word for word in Preacher’s Wife
BUT
I didn’t know anyone who did it.
Or at least,
I didn’t know I knew anyone who did it.
Anyway,
I’m glad he’s almost dead.
I know he’s a Mason.
I interviewed him in the nineties
When I was on my spiritual quest.
I know he only granted me the interview because my father used to be his deacon and his wife was my first grade teacher
BUT
Going back to his church was like the chickens coming home to roost.
I was so pissed.
His security guard practically felt me up ostensibly trying to get me up out of there.
I felt so dirty.
Christians.
But I’m satisfied knowing he’s so close to death.
All Praise Is Due To Allah For The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)
Everything in Texas is big.
I remember my daughter telling me that when she came out here to visit a friend.
And it’s true.
It’s like someone hit the zoom in this matrix.
And these southern devils are so ANNOYING!
Everytime I hear one, it takes me right back to pre-1865
AND
I
JUST
WANNA
SCREAM!
The Black people sound cute.
It’s almost unbelievable that they actually talk like that.
In New Orleans, the Black People have completely different accents than the devils.
AND
The devils know it too
Because they try to say “Baby” like the Black people.
AND
I’m like
STOP.
😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
12:00 p.m.
I’m so upset, well kinda because I’m not going to be in L.A. for PAFF (Pan-African Film and Arts Festival)
All Praises Are Due To Allah, Master Fard Muhammad,
To Whom Be Praised FOREVER!!!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved And Beautiful Asiatic Black Bebies!
I feel like I’m in New Orleans already!
You know what?
I used to say “Nawlins” because I thought that’s how people from New Orleans say it.
I was at the Women’s (Or rather Bull-dyke and Trannies ) Center yesterday and these Sisters were reading my bag and one of them said, “Nawlins” like I used to. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who thought they say that.
I think New Orleanians got tired of people mocking them and started saying New Orleans, or New Or-le-ins, or New Orlins, but I have NEVER heard anyone say “Nawlins” I’ve heard “Rawlins” 😛 but never “Nawlins” 😉
I got my ticket and I’m sitting here thinking about Zawji, listening to Musiq Soulchild and it made me feel like writing.
It’s so strange but the Holy Qur’an says, “We plan and Allah Plans. Surely, Allah is the BEST OF PLANNERS.”
It is so true.
I had this schedule of all the things I wanted to do today,
BUT
When I woke up this morning, nothing went according to MY plan.
But everything Went according to ALLAH’S PLAN.
And, I must admit
I love HIS Plan.
I just wish He Would Tell Me BEFOREHAND.
I mean
Surprises are nice
BUT
He ALWAYS makes me sad first
Or mad
Or stressed.
I met this guy named Mr. Wright in the nineties,
On one of my adventures.
We were at Cal State Long Beach at nighttime for some reason,
And we were having a good time.
He must’ve been Zawji’s Doppel because he danced the whole night.
I didn’t know anything about Doppels back then.
BUT
I
REALLY
LIKED
HIM
.
I mean, his NAME was Mr. Wright (Right).
I told him I should call my mom and tell her I met Mr. Right. LOL
He ended up calling HIS mom and letting me talk to her.
That was flattering.
Guess I was wifey material.
Anyway, he was talking about how Christmas is so awesome because it’s a surprise. I wish I could remember exactly what he said because I agreed. Although, Christmas as a practice is evil as Hell. But I think about how I felt when he told me something like, you have to go through some pain or patience, before you get to the good reward.
I think that is just in this world.
In the Hereafter, In Sha Allah, it won’t be like this.
We Can Just Get Straight To The Good Part.
And Live Happily Ever After.
With no bad parts.
That’s what I’m expecting.
In this world, we think there has to be some type of antagonism.
But Islam is not that.
It’s ALL GOOD.
I started not to post this because they don’t have on shirts
AND
MC Hammer was NOT an MC.
He couldn’t rap for nothing.
Although I did like one line he said.
But he could dance his behind off.
I remember in the nineties I had one of the best days of my life.
Boys 2 Men, Jodeci and MC Hammer were having a show at The Forum.
So, me and my cousins went to see Boyz 2 Men at some press thingie they had earlier in the day, at the Hard Rock in the Beverly Center. I had a camera and used up the whole roll.
Who knew we would be face to face with Jodeci later?
The radio station had announced they were having some secret location joint, but I guess Allah Told me where it was going to be because we went and there they were.
That was when I almost got in the limo with Dalvin. LOL
It reminds me of that video with Aretha Franklin “A Rose is Still A Rose” where the Sister left her friends to roll off with Tip.
I didn’t go though.
I looked at my friends.
Then I looked at him sitting there.
AND
I Was In The Limo Door Halfway In…
He Was Fine As Hell
BUT
I just felt like a hoe.
There are more important things in life than
GOOD LOOKS
AND
MONEY
AND
FAME
AND
LIMOS
LOL
I haven’t seen this video in a few years and it reminds me so much of myself.
I am so thankful for Allah and Islam.
Otherwise, I would still be out there trying to replace Zawji.
Promiscuous and ending up used up;
Crying
AND
Heartbroken.
Al Hamdulillah!
Sisters, don’t give a man your most valuable possession until after he’s proven he deserves it by marrying you first.
Even still, some men will just marry you to get it or for reasons other than love.
PRAY
And Ask Allah
If he is your Zawji.
And LISTEN
Even if you don’t like the answer.
I just told you
He hurts you sometimes first.
Then surprises you with something better than you could have ever dreamed!!!
ALLAHU AKBAR!!!
ALLAH IS THE GREATEST!!!!!!!!
So, I’m sitting in the bus station bawling.
I don’t even try anymore.
To hide my tears.
They’re just going to have to see my crying.
I just don’t look to see if anybody is watching
AND
Let them flow.
So, when we saw Jodeci, K-Ci walked right in front of us singing TLC’s “Baby, Baby, Baby” right along with the music they were playing –
I thought that was kinda cool.
He’s singing somebody else’s song. And a girl group!
So anyway,
Here he was RIGHT IN FRONT OF US
Like he was TRYING to get our attention,
And I really regretted wasting all my film on Boyz 2 Men who were a little distance away on stage.
I could’ve taken a picture WITH him.
Oh yeah,
After the Boyz 2 Men press conference
Why did we follow them when they got in the car? LOL
They drove for a little while, then I guess they realized we were following them, so they pulled into this empty parking lot and we followed them right on in.
Then they stopped and their bodyguard got out the car and came up to my window and told me to stop following them, real mean like.
LOL
So, we went to the Jodeci thingie.
Then we got into a car accident but nobody was hurt.
I think one of my cousins got paid.
But I didn’t want to go to therapy.
So I didn’t get any money.
BUT
Anyway
We went on to the forum and saw both groups and MC Hammer.
I had seen Boyz 2 Men before
But that’s another story… 😛
I used to really like them.
I had this cassette tape of the “Motownphilly” single
And it had “snippets” LOL
Of songs from the whole album.
I used to wear that thing OUT!
I even made a plaid shorts outfit with a matching tie like they used to wear.
LOL
First outfit I ever made myself!
I used to wear it with a long-sleeved, button-down denim
And you couldn’t tell me nothing.
BACK THEN.
I thought I was so cute.
You could tell me a lot now.
Like how women shouldn’t wear anything masculine –
Like button down shirts
AND
Definitely not TIES!
BUT
We Should Try To Be As Feminine As Possible!
In skirts and dresses and delicate jewelry,
Ribbons and bows and pink stuff.
Allahu Akbar
For The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)
And The M.G.T. & G.C.C!
BUT
Anyway
Hammer put on a bomb show.
He can’t rap but he can entertain so I’m not that mad.
I have higher standards now.
You can’t distract me with music and dancing.
I listen for vocal ability.
BUT
Remember that dancer with the triangle haircut? LOL
Let me find that Addams family video.
We used to wear that video into the ground on the strength of his dancing.
At the show he was up on a riser by himself and I didn’t even see Hammer because I was too busy watching him.
We were far away which was unusual for me, but still had a great time.
I’m trying to remember if TLC was on the lineup too.
I don’t pay any attention to the females. LOL
This was before I started doing my show.
But, we used to have so much fun.
I had so much fun in my twenties that if I never have fun another day in my life
I’m Gucci.
Okay, that Addams family video takes too long if there is a good part.
This one is better.
So, I guess he knew he wasn’t an emcee because he dropped that part of his name and just started going by Hammer.
Good lookin’, Kid.
So, I guess I’m just gonna chill until it’s time for my bus to ship out.
This time I’m going to The French Quarter instead of the regular Greyhound station.
Should make for an interesting trip.
I was able to book a room at the Guest House.
It cost more than I was expecting, but Zawji told me not to be niggardly. So, I went ahead and booked it.
It feels good knowing I’ll have a place to stay and freshen up and thank Allah for my safe arrival.
It always rains when I leave or arrive in L.A.
I think I make her emotional.
One time when I arrived, she was raining. I was sad expecting sunny skies, but I think she was happy for me to come home.
Now she’s crying because I’m leaving.
I kinda wanted to go to the beach one more time before I left but Zawji wants me to leave wanting more.
I heard that’s the mark of a good performer. Leave your audience wanting more.
I used to think that was unfair.
I want to leave them satiated.
But Zawji is the God, so I have to go along with Him, if I’m wise.
If I went to the beach yesterday or today, I wouldn’t be in a big hurry to come back.
AND
I have NO IDEA how long I’m gonna be in the New
BUT
Anything that makes it easier to leave is welcome.
I NEVER want to leave New Orleans.
I have a pass for the Jazz Festival waiting for me, so
In Sha Allah
I’ll be there for that.
It would be nice to see The Roots again.
And they’re performing with Ursher. LOL
I like him now.
Even though I hate that “do your thing, girl” song he has telling his girl he doesn’t care if she’s a stripper. What kinda mess is that?
These young folks need some boundaries.
He has another song with some rapper, I forgot his name, Future or somebody, but I thought he was a girl when I saw the video. I don’t like that song either.
Let me think.
…
It’s “No Limit” with Young Thug.
In sha Allah, he’ll reign it in before he gets too far gone.
I couldn’t even watch the video, I was so grossed out when he turned around and I saw he was a man.
Ewwww!!!!!
I hate that.
It happens in real life and never ceases to creep me out.
Men cut your hair.
Long hair and mustaches is the grossest thing in the world.
And Sisters DON’T CUT YOUR HAIR.
You gross me out.
There is nothing creepier than not knowing if a person is male or female.
EWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or thinking they’re female and then seeing he’s a male or vice versa.
America deserves everything coming to her for such abominations.
Our poor children are growing up confused.
I remember this little baby girl asked my son if he was a boy.
Her mother was a bulldyke and had her around all these freaks.
I wanted to cry for that poor baby.
😥 😥 😥 😥 😥
So back to the JazzFest…
I’m kinda sad about the Roots.
I liked when it was just Tariq, Ahmir, Hub and the guy on keys. Let me G him. BRB
Oh yeah, I remember – Kamal.
They all have Muslim names. Probably Hub too, although I don’t know his real name.
I wonder why he left the group.
He did seem to be A LOT older than the rest of them.
I hope he’s not sick or nothing.
I also hope it wasn’t creative differences.
Although, I wouldn’t be surprised.
They have changed a lot since they used to be at the House of Blues every month.
They have horns now, which, surfacely, looks like a good thing.
Christian McBride told me he used to play bass with them in High School.
I guess before they got Hub.
I miss him and his licorice stick.
I hope he’s okay.
Anyway, they’re like the O/G Hip-Hop band.
Now, it seems more emcees are incorporating live bands into their shows.
I love acoustic.
Drum machines have no soul.
It’s not the same.
Pushing buttons… LIVE?
I play drums a little and there’s no feeling in the world like hitting the drum or a cymbal.
It communicates your emotion through sound.
Using a drum machine instead of drums is like pushing a button on the side of your steering wheel for your horn instead of the big thingie in the middle.
You can’t BANG down on it!!!
Or like pushing a button to hang up the phone as opposed to slamming the receiver down.
You can’t put your HEART into it.
I like acoustic pianos better than electric.
You can put feeling into an acoustic piano depending on how you play it.
With electric pianos all the notes sound the same.
I was talking with this musician about combination acoustic/electric pianos like they have guitars.
I would like the pre-recorded beats and ability to record like they have on electric pianos but with the option to play acoustic to get that wonderful sound and feeling.
I think the formerly sick Sister is gonna need another dose.
I had the sinking feeling she might when I gave her the first one.
She was coughing a little bit again this morning.
But I didn’t see any Colt’s Foot on my morning adventure.
I saw a gang of Rosemary though.
The blossoms really caught my attention.
I see Rosemary all throughout the year but seeing all those little blue flowers was a special treat.
I was shocked to see the honeybees drinking their nectar.
BUT
Why Not? 🙂
I was even more surprised to see a rustling in the bushes and these beautiful little yellow birds flew out and into the trees.
They were amazing.
I had never seen any birds like that before.
They reminded me of pajaritos pero amarillos y pequeños como humming birds.
Sorry, sometimes I feel like speaking in other languages.
Just copy and paste it into Google Translate.
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So, I don’t know about the Sick Sister.
I really hadn’t planned to go get the Colt’s Foot the first time.
But I told myself the night before, if I happened to be in the area I would get her the ALOE VERA. And I was so I did.
Not so today.
Allah Told Me To Keep The FIRST BATCH, and I disobeyed.
Astaghfirullah! Astaghfirullah! Astaghfirullah!
(That means “Allah Please Forgive Me” in Arabic)
In Sha Allah, it was just a little leftover cough and will go away.
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So, I ended up getting on the bus to Century City this morning on my way to the Library and Century City is nice so I was thinking about staying on.
But the last time I went out there it was kinda boring, so I was going to get off and go to the Library anyway, but Zawji told me to stay on. So I did.
It was a different route than the last time I went so I wasn’t so averse.
However, we passed this area that I knew to be the “Grove.”
(I still think “The “Grove” of Anaheim” whenever I hear The Grove. 🙂 )
So, since I have never been and my son goes there all the time, Zawji told me to get off and check it out.
So I did.
When I was in fifth and sixth grade, we used to go on field trips every Friday, if you got good grades during the week, and one of the places they used to take us was The Farmer’s Market where The Grove is attached to now.
So, since I’ve only been there one time since then, it felt really good going back.
It’s been there since 1934 and hasn’t really changed.
I always liked the sign that reads, “Meet me at 3rd and Fairfax.“
I used to see that when Hakim and I used to go to Whole Foods across the street, but I never went.
My son told me a few weeks ago that he saw Common there, so I thought maybe I would see someone famous too.
So, the first thing I see when I really hit the Market is this restaurant specializing in Gumbo. It was sooooo New Orleans. They even served alligator. SMH
So anyway, the chef had just finished mixing up the Creole Seasonings and I asked him what was in it. I thought Paprika since it was so red, but he said it was Cayenne. He had some fish on the grill and I asked what kind it was although I should have known it was catfish.
So, then I’m walking along and I see this big purple, gold and green sign with a saxophone and other mardis gras designs announcing the line-up they’re going to be having for Mardis Gras week.
Okay, so now I’m thinking, Okay, this is a little strange. I mean I haven’t seen anything about Mardi Gras ANYWHERE in L.A. until now. And this is the second New Orleans thing I’ve seen and I’ve only been here two minutes.
So, then I come around the corner and there’s this restaurant called “Cafe Marmalade” and I’m like OKAY! I get it! New Orleans! Dang!
If you don’t get the connection, Patti LaBelle has a song about New Orleans where she talks about “Creole Lady Marmalade.” I cannot think of the title but I think it’s because it’s a filthy song and Zawji doesn’t want me to.
Anyway.
I notice there are some tracks on the ground and I asked the security guard if they were still operable. He said, Yes, it should be running later.
I’m thinking like one of those little open train thingies for kids.
So, I keep walking and I notice the logo for the Grove is almost identical to New Orleans’ symbol – The Fleur de lis – like the Saints. But it has five leaves instead of three.
And it is so crazy because I saw the exact same symbol last night on my walk home and I studied it for a while, just in case I wanted to recreate it.
But the Grove symbol doesn’t have the tails.
It looked more similar there up on the wall.
But you can still see the similarities.
So, anyway, no sooner had I seen the logo, then I see the “train.”
By now, nothing surprises me anymore.
So, when I saw a double-decker streetcar, I was like, “It figures.”
It’s almost as if they deliberately designed it to look like the New Orleans’ St. Charles Streetcar
So, we got the two restaurants, the Mardi Gras sign, the Grove logo and the streetcar (they call it a “trolley”)…
All screaming New Orleans.
Not to mention I had a long conversation with a Sister at the Marmalade restaurant all about New Orleans.
I’m ready to go. Zawji gets me mentally and physically prepared before I make a run. He Wants To Make Sure I Really Go. You know how I am. Unpredictable. In Sha Allah, I can get a ticket that leaves sooner rather than later. I don’t want to miss my appointment but I’m going regardless.
I gotta go say bye to Zawji and then I’ll be ready to head out.
I didn’t see my son the whole time I’ve been in L.A.
Apparently downtown is too far to ride his bike, but he can ride to the Grove.
That’s aight tho.
He gon’ be calling me next time I post some jewelry on FB. 😉
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I hope this New Orleans dentist doesn’t try and put gold fronts on my teeth.
It’s cute on other people but I’m too conservative for something like that.
I thought about it and decided it’s not for me.
Zawji has perfect white teeth, what I look like – his wife – with gold fronts?
Nah Bebeh.
I ain’t the one.
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I hope nobody stole Lulu.
I’m thinking about riding her this weekend while I take care of my business.
It’s almost like I buy bikes for somebody else.
I’m on my third bike in about as many months.
AND
It’s funny because I met a man who was telling me that he had had the same bike for six years.
At the time, I was like, “And?“
I had just gotten my bike and didn’t realize what a hot commodity they are.
Especially the type of bikes I get.
Sometimes, I park and sit and watch all the passers-by eyeing her hungrily.
I see them checking out the apparatus I have her tied up to, trying to figure out if they can free her.
I can’t help it, I just attract attention, so I have to have a bike that suits my personality. So, inevitably, she attracts attention too.
It’s just, I feel so violated when they steal her.
Once, they couldn’t steal her, so they stole the seat.
I was like, Seriously?
But, I’m from Compton, we ride bikes without a seat. LOL
I’d never seen anyone do that in New Orleans until I did it. LOL
Today is the first day of “African-AmericanHeritageMonth” as they now call it.
A. One month does not even come close to the amount of time time it takes to get a thorough Knowledge of Black History.
Maybe African-American Heritage…
B. They should have kept the name Black History Month. By changing it to African-American, it does not include our history BEFORE we were forced to come to America in chains.
This is one of the biggest problems when it comes to the study of Black History in America.
They treat us as if we had no history before America.
This is laughable.
We have no birth record.
There was no one there to record it because we are the first.
This may be a little deep for some of you, but it is the TRUTH.
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I woke up at The Union Rescue Mission, then went to The Downtown Women’s Center and did not hear one mention of Black History month all morning.
SMH
And both places are 99 per cent Black.
Not from the staff, nor from the participants.
They make sure you know about Valentine’s Day though.
(At least at the U)
I didn’t find out it was Black History month until I got to the library and a book on the shelf caught my attention.
Then I noticed ALL the books on the shelf caught my attention.
Then I thought, “It must be Black History Month “
Then I looked up at the top of the shelf and it read, “African-American Heritage Month”
I had already noticed that none of the books were about Africa or Arabia or Islam or Ancient Nubia, or Kemet (Egypt) or any of our history PRIOR to our enslavement in the Hells of North America.
So
When I noticed that they had changed Black History Month to African-American Heritage Month, it made sense.
African-American Heritage only starts with slavery.
It is a shame how they blind us to the Knowledge of Self.
Our History Did Not Begin In America.
They want us to think that because it keeps us a slave.
If you knew that they (the devil Caucasian slave-masters) came from us, you would not allow them to treat you the way they do.
Their history could be taught in one month (28 days SMH) as it is only 6000 years old, while our history is over 76 TRILLION years old.
But they will NEVER EVER EVER teach us the truth of themselves, nor us, nor our God, Who Brought This Knowledge to us, HIMSELF!!!
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Black History should be taught 27 LOL. (24/7/365)
The main thing you need to know is that we are the first.
Someone once asked me, what’s the big deal about being the first and someone told me this morning something like, if you’re the first, others will come after you and be better than you were.
Well, since we are the first, that means everyone else came from us and the copy is NEVER as good as the original.
Even now, with digital copies, I still wouldn’t trust it as I would trust the original because it could have been edited.
The original is HOLY. Holy is something that has not been diluted, mixed or tampered with in any form.
Many of us have been diluted, mixed and tampered with but Black is dominant. So, if you are Black you are Holy.
The other races were GRAFTED from us.
They cannot ever be as good as the original HOLY BLACK NATION.
Next, the thing about the Black Nation is that although we are the first, we continuously grow and take on changes so that we never decay and die. The other races may be newer, but everything they know they learned from us.
We make the changes that keep the world spinning, so just because they may be newer, does not mean they are better.
They do not have the wisdom we have. We taught them what they know and we did not teach them everything, so they will never surpass us in wisdom.
It is a Great and Dreadful Day of the Lord we are living in.
Great for us – The Righteous Black Nation
Dreadful for those who oppose and offend us.
الحمد لله
Al Hamdulillah!!!
All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!
What is the difference between “Heritage” and “History” anyway???
I like “History.”
“Heritage” to me sounds like “inherit” So that could be a good thing Let me G it BRB
Yeah, that’s basically what it means, but I’m a scholar and I like the sound of learning history.
“Heritage” seems like you’re dumbing it down.
I mean, “history” inherently includes “heritage.”
If it’s your history then it’s automatically your heritage, right?
Right.
They just don’t want it to sound like it’s educational.
They think we’re so stupid, we’ll be turned off if we think we’re actually learning something.
So, they say “heritage” to make it sound like it’s something more valuable than our illustrious history.
We have the greatest history than any other people in the Universe!
The Greatest Future Too!
In short, study BLACK HISTORY every day all day.
Teach your children and you will learn at the same time.
Check out documentaries on Black History instead of dramas, comedies and horror flicks.
Study Kemet (Ancient Egypt), Hieroglyphics (Sacred Signs) (I love languages, when you understand words, you understand language and since most things are communicated using language, it makes you more intelligent) Sciences (as we are the founders of the Sciences) Mathematics (we founded them too), Anthropology and Archaeology (especially prior to 6000 years ago when everybody on Earth was Black!) Foreign languages (especially our original language – Arabic), the histories of great Kings and Rulers (like Genghis Khan who was Muslim and conquered more territory than any other man in the history of the Earth) AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, THE KNOWLEDGE OF SELF THAT CAME FROM ALLAH (GOD) HIMSELF THAT CAN ONLY BE FOUND IN THIS BOOK
PLEASE CLICK ON THE BOOK COVER BELOW
Stop spending time in foolishness (T.V. AND FILTHY BOOKS, MOVIES, MUSIC AND MAGAZINES).
You could be increasing your intelligence.
It’s amazing, the t.v. was broke at the shelter yesterday and I did not hear not even an argument. It was peaceful the whole night and even this morning.
The formerly sick Sister thanked me for the remedy. I just said, “Al Hamdulillah, I’m thankful for you.”
It’s so nice when you’re successful.
No coughing, no fighting, no arguing, No T.V. JUST PEACE.
Originally, T.V.s were used to disseminate information to the masses. It was only with the advent of commercials that it began to dissolve into the medium of debauchery and foolishness we see today.
Imagine if television and radio were used primarily to educate, what type of society we would have.
This is why it’s good to have BOUNDARIES.
They should have kept advertisements to charitable donation announcements like you see on PBS. Commercials are used to push the boundaries – in a bad way.
Most shocking things you see on T.V. began with commercials.
Once it’s on T.V., it’s there and everybody can do it now.
You cannot control what comes on your T.V.
You can control whether to watch it or not.
I used to hate limits.
But I guess there’s a difference between limits and boundaries.
Limit means YOU CANNOT go any further.
BOUNDARIES means you shouldn’t go any further.
Boundaries are good. They are for your protection.
They keep you from going too far.
They also keep others from coming too close.
So yeah, I guess I still hate limits.
It means someone can’t accommodate me.
I hate that.
I always come up with some new way of doing things and change the whole system.
And the Powers That Be get all anal and tell me “You can’t do that.”
And I’m like, “Just because no one has done it before?”
You have to be flexible dealing with trailblazers or you’ll get blazed on, left wondering what happened…
That’s why it’s so beautiful being Muslim.
The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us that “THE NATION OF ISLAM HAS A FUTURE OF UNLIMITED PROGRESS”
NO LIMITS ON OUR PROGRESS!!!
When you Eat To Live, you grow into a new growth. Your body stops decaying if you’ve reached that point and you start to age backwards.
Your body was made to live.
We kill ourselves with the way we live and the way we eat.
All Wrong.
So we start to die and decay.
Our cells renew themselves if you take care of them properly.
If you eat right, you can live as long as you want to.
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