Black Muslim Man

Bismillah

Where, oh where is the Black Muslim Man?

The one who follows Elijah Muhammad (PBUH)

And not Farrakhan?

The one who wears the Sun, Moon and Star on his head?

And doesn’t try to get the Sunni into his bed?

The one who’s not afraid to call the whiteman the devil?

And who sees his Black Brothers as being on the same level?

As the Original Man and NOT his enemy,

Because he KNOWS that that is whom the devil has proven to be?

Where, oh where is the Black Muslim man?

The one who knows that to be successful we must have some land?

The Maker, The Owner, The Cream of the Planet Earth

The Asiatic BLACKMAN – GOD OF THE UNIVERSE!

The one reaady and able to take his rightful place

On Top of Civilization – Father of the human race?

The one who recognizes and sees the Truth for what it is,

Who knows that Islam and the world are his?

Who is not fooled by the lies and all the spookism?

Who is prepared for the judgement and the resulting cataclysm?

Where, oh where is the Black Muslim man?

The one who, for self, does all that he can?

Who only eats once a day, but five times a day he does pray?

Who knows that through Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) is the ONLY way?

He has Knowledge and Wisdom that is Supreme

And for the Righteous Black Woman he is her dream

Come True? Oh where, oh where are you?

Blackman who is a Muslim through and true?

A living and breathing image of God?

Who submits to His Will and his head does he nod?

Righteous, strong and proud does he stand –

Oh where, oh where are you,

BLACK MUSLIM MAN???

 

I Thank Allah

Bismilahi Rahmani Rahim

I thank Allah

For Creating You For Me

For Sending His Messenger to me

I thank Allah

For making you so sweet

I thank Allah

For Causing Us to Meet

Now why we haven’t married yet is beyond all comprehension

Could it be because of all this unwanted attention?

What am I supposed to do

When all I can think about is you?

I’m feeling you

Hope that you’re feeling me too.

And I hope that the time has finally arrived

When we put all childishness aside

And finally get on that cloud and ride

Into the Heavens by Allah’s Side

But in the meantime

Know that I’m not going anywhere

I’ll be right here waiting for the day you appear

And share your life with me

Don’t you know that’s how it’s supposed to be

Me for you and you for me

Together for eternity

I wrote this just so you can see

How much you’ll always mean to me.

How long’s it been?

Almost thirty yers

And my feelings haven’t diminished a whit

In fact, they’ve grown stronger, more than a bit

And everyday they grow stronger still

Waiting for that day you’ll say

You’re ready for me – but until

That time – I’ll save this rhyme

I’ll still be yours

As long as I walk in the Sunshine

Or bask in the moonlight

This just feels right

Don’t you feel it too?

Not quite?

That’s okay.

You will soon.

  • Valentine’s Day – 2007

 

How Can You Call Yourself A Muslim AND YOU DON’T PRAY???

BISMILLAH

How can you call yourself a Muslim

And you have the nerve to say,

That you DON’T PRAY

FIVE (5) TIMES A DAY???

What could be MORE IMPORTANT –

Than taking time out

To show Almighty God, Allah

That HE MEANS MORE

Than all these silly things we care about.

In Message To The Blackman,

The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) dedicated a whole section

To the PRAYER SERVICE

Of the Religion of Perfection

You should be on your knees

Facing toward the East

Saying, “Oh Allah!

“There is no god but THEE!”

“Thank-You For Coming To Deliver

“A Poor Lost-Found Like Me!”

But first you must cleanse yourself

All the ย exposed parts

Clean Body, Clean Mind,

Clean Hands, Clean Heart

“Looking upon the Presence of God

“And the Light which He Has Shown”

Makes you feel that you need to clean up

To Show Respect That You Are His Own

His Chosen – His People

Lost From Your Nation

So you should make Salat

To Thank Him

For your Salvation

That’s the LEAST I can do

For ALL He’s Done For Me

Friendship in All Walks of Life,

A GOOD Home and MONEY!!!

Before the Sun Rises

I’m down on my knees

Before I start my day

I Want Master Fard Muhammad To Be Pleased

And at Noon time

When the Sun is at its peak

I stop everything I’m doing

And to ALLAH I speak

I close my eyes

And shut out the world

With all its evil and filth

And I am a Righteous Muslim Girl

Then in late afternoon

Again I prostrate myself

Andย I thank Allah for all of His help

The most difficult time of day to pray

“Glory and Praise to Thee, Oh Allah!

“And Blessed is Thy name!”

Being from the West Coast

Maghrib is my favorite

Just as the Sun sets

Down into the Pacific

Bismillahi Rahmani Rahim

Al Hamdulillahi Rabbil Alameen

Ar Rahmanir Rahim

Maliki Yaumi Deen

Iyaka Na Abudu

Wa Iyaka Nasta een

Ihdina Siratal Mustaqeem

Siratal Latheena

Ana Amta Alayhim

Ghayril Maghdoobi Alayhim

Wa la dawleen

Ameen

Then I pray once more

Before I retire

I Give Thanks and Praise to Allah

Before the day expires

For All He Has Done

And All He Continues to do

If I call myself a Muslim

I must be one through and through

And that means I make Salat

My five (5) daily prayers

To Give Thanks To Allah

And Witness I must bear

That He Came in the Person of Master Fard

And That Muhammad

Is the Last Messenger

Of the True and Living God

FOR DETAILED INSTRUCTIONS ON THE PROPER WAY TO PRAY PLEASE CLICK THE LINK.

MUSLIM DAILY PRAYERSย 

Still Sprung

Bismillah

Cant seem to make it to that last rung…

With my last breath, I’d breathe with one lung…

On my lips, your name is still hung…

Still waiting for the last song to be sung…

After thirty-six years, can you believe I’m Still Sprung???

In front of the gym, first taste of your tongue…

Last time, you left me hung…

Waiting for something that has yet to be brung…

Closure is what I ย need, so I won’t be Gung…

Ho, about a Brother that has me Still Sprung…

You may have loved me once, but I think one of us was strung…

Along, pestered by the other, like a fly to dung,

My feelings have mushroomed, like an unwanted fung…

My, how the tables have turned, the last man has been hung…

And after all this, AFTER ALL THIS, like a fool, I’m Still Sprung…

2006

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So, I’m living out of my Mom’s garage. I always come back here for a certain reason that I’m not ready to disclose just yet.

But I found a few of my old Journals and I’m reading the one from my conversion to Islam.

My speech is the same. I changed in the beginning and have not changed since. Al Hamdulillah.

It is interesting to recall the details of specific events that were so significant to my spiritual growth and development.

It will be ten years in March since I first converted to Islam and this Journal details everything I went through with the Farrakhaners, my feelings trying to accept their erroneous teachings. My first meeting with my Beloved Brother, Brother Darrow, who has since passed. I still miss him so much. I cried real hard remembering him. Do you ever get over the death of a loved one? I am sure he would be proud of me.

I started selling Bean Soup because of him. I had forgotten that.

Now, I’m pregnant and although I’m not married, it’s more important to continue the growth of our Nation. No one can raise a Muslim like I can. I’m like Mary. Didn’t have sex. And I’m making some more Isas ย (Jesuses).

That’s more important than being married. Mary and Joseph weren’t married either. In fact about it, Joseph was married to another woman and had six children by her when he fathered Isa.

I’m a believer now that they didn’t have sex, despite what Our Beloved Messenger Teaches. Based on my own experience.

They probably got close because my Zawji did some sort of ghetto insemination. We did not have intercourse, but when I got back and couldn’t stay at the shelter, I tried to break, well I did break into my mother’s house, but I knew something was up when I couldn’t get through the window as easily as I should.

She called the police on me and they took me to the hospital, but I always come here to nest and I came right back.

Tell me why was the plant holder I had used to break the window right back in the same place, as if it hadn’t been broken when I used it to break the window?

Matrix like a mugg…..

Anyway, I used it again to break the rear window on her Cadillac. She still calls me the C word AND to me, it represents her thirst for money, which I feel was detrimental to my growing up years.

So, the police took me to the hospital again. First, the doctor told me I was slightly anemic. That only happens when I’m pregnant. Then my body temperature was low. That also happens when you’re pregnant. Then one of the nurses flat out told me, they say you’re pregnant.

Next thing I know, I’m getting nauseous in the morning and I fainted. That Only happens when I’m pregnant. Or high. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Allah told me I’m having identical twin boys.

I already have their names picked out:

Ahmad ibn Amad-Jamal and

Jamal ibn Amad-Jamal.

I just looked at another Journal. It’s from 2003 and has pictures. Talk about Memory Lane. There’s a flier from my show The Underground. I’m gonna post a pic. Hold on.

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Why did I find the picture my Zawji gave me in High School? And I was JUST thinking about this picture the other day thinking it was lost forerver.

But that’s not all. It was part of my journal in High School. BUT TRIP THIS. The date is November 11, 1986.

I’ma post a picture just because he wants me to.

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Trying to hide those braces. ๐Ÿ˜† Still cute. So sorry, I called you a bucket head, Habibi. I had NO IDEA who I had. Plus side is, now I do. ๐Ÿ˜Š

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Habitat

Bismillah

Mommy’s smoking Crack when

She SHOULD be Baking cookies.

Baby’s out back when

From school he’s playing hooky.

Mommy’s at the office when

She SHOULD be homeschooling

Babies doing dirt when

It’s the adults they’re fooling.

Educate yourself to properly

Educate your children.

Our

Habitat

Is

The

Home.

Make it a Heaven

For them.

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Back in the City of ANGELS

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As-Salaam ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers of the Asiatic Black Family of the Planet Earth!!!

Well, it’s official… I’m back in the City of Angels where we LOVE ALLAH ๐Ÿ˜Š

I’ve just now had a chance to sit down and write a few lines.

First, I have to send my Most Sincere and Heartfelt Gratitude to my TRUE BROTHER AND SISTER, SALAAM AND HALIMAH ALLAH.

The Jesus of 2,000 years ago said, “You cannot be the brother nor Sister of the Believer unless you believe like them.”

My Dear Beloved Brother and Sister made manifest their belief by ensuring that your girl, Love Allah, made it back to the West Side, which is the Best Side. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ Without their help, I would probably still be stuck in a Louisiana hospital.

I thank you, Family, for your kindness. May Allah Bless you both as well as our ๐Ÿ˜†ย entire familyย with Abundant Wealth, Good Health and The Wisdom to Manage and Maintain them Both.

Shukran Jazillan!!!!!

Next, the staff at the hospital, you made me feel like I had unintentionally misled you when I let it be known that I am not originally, from NOLA. You made me feel just like family and I am truly sorry for the misunderstanding, I guess I just have a little NOLA in me. Thank you for making me feel so at home.

Brendarย “Abdul” ๐Ÿ˜‰

Jessica

Miss Darnellย Thank you for giving me my necessary three cubic feet ofย creativeย air I needed to breathe.

Jamal’Mal’ for helping me Second Line๐Ÿ˜Š

Shawn

Dr. Baier

Michelle my Social Worker

Sarah at Greenlight

And my entire treatment team

Think roomful of devils….

I spoke to them after about three weeks…

Lil’ Miss Aretha

Miss Anna

Frank

I kept meaning to ask you is that short for Franklin? Francis?

Johnny

Bobby

Corey

Miss Linda

And my Brother who refused to wear his wedding ring. See, that’s why I can’t remember your name, homie….

And my other Brother with the glasses, forgive me for not recalling your name, Sir. My deepest apologies.

And also shout out to my compatriots in care-

Miss Tonya with the sweetest Southern drawl. I could listen to you talk all day ๐Ÿ˜Š

Sister Chablis (whose Sister is named Chardonnay)

Brother Jamahl

Brother Victor

Brother Diego

Sister Tonya

Miss Pam

And I cannot forget My Sister Miss Barbara, who reminded me how cool it is to refer to oneself in the third person ๐Ÿ˜Š Our Saviour, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is Due Forever, Does that. He also uses third person instead of second person which is Uber cool.

I cannot forget my Dear Brother who gave me my initiation into homelessness in NOLA. You really pulled my coat regarding what they were saying about the new girl on the block. I hope to run into you some where and find life in L.A. suits you quite well. I hadn’t planned on using that return trip anyway. ๐Ÿ˜Š However, the ATM card would have been nice and probably made it not so necessary for me to return to L.A.

Oh, and the homies on the stoop. Thanks for smoking Love out, when I was needing something, as Pac so eloquently put it,ย “to calm these riots going on inside my head…”ย It also didn’t go unnoticed that youย retired my bench. ๐Ÿ˜Šย I’m not sure if I should feel flattered or insulted, but I’m leaning toward flattered ๐Ÿ˜Š

To my beautiful Sisters in OPP, Jessica and Dreamer, I called you both but wasn’t able to get through. Me and phones don’t mix well. If you hmu on Facebook, I can call via MESSENGER – VIDEO AND ERTHANG! HOLLA AT CHA GURL.

And I wanna send a big FUCK YOU BITCH, to Natasha Matthews at Goodwork Network. You were never cool and all I did was try and be your friend. Allah Will Judge Between us concerning that wherein we differ, hoe. Eat a dick, Bitch.

And not in the good way.

So, I think that about covers it. Thanks to the Hyatt for your hospitality; The Ritz for the use of your spa; IHOP for being open 24 hours and all the wonderful JAZZ musicians. You have truly opened my ears in a way that I will never be the same.

ย Laissez less bons temps rouler!!!

I Guess You Wonder Where I’ve Been……..

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QUILL AND INK

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

Why am I in the hospital again???

Thankfully, they let me use the computer to check in. ๐Ÿ™‚ Al Hamdullilah!

I feel great, just waiting for a ticket back to L.A.

Ramadan Mubarak!!!

May Allah Bless Us All With A Successful and Prosperous, Healthy RAMADAN.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum!

Your Sister,

~ LOVE ALLAH ~