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You are the BEST!
I just love you more than my words can express.
You Are So Strong But Gentle Too.
So Tall and I love you.
How can you deny my love so strong?
I’ll wait for you my life long.
You reject me like you don’t want me.
But I know better because Allah Guides Me.
He told me you were made for me.
So, I’m going to wait for you til eternity.
I’ve got nothing else to do.
I’ll just sit here and wait for you.
You can pretend you don’t love me.
But we both know better.
So, why not just send me a letter.
You can put it in a bottle,
Somehow it’ll reach me,
Our love is so deep,
Deeper than the deep blue sea……
I was made for you and you were made for me.
There’s no way to avoid your Destiny.
Just Accept Your Own
Just Accept Me.
And Be Yourself.
So we can live happily
In Heaven on Earth
Together Forever
As intended from birth.
You Can Bet I’m Not Going Anywhere,
I don’t care how many women you have tell me you’re not there.
I’ll be back, on this you can be sure.
Our Love is enveloping, never-ending and pure.
It is explosive and a little bit scary.
You were shaking when I saw you.
But if you just submit,
You will find yourself in Heaven at once.
There is no Heaven after you die.
Heaven is on Earth,
And the only Heaven you will ever find
Is with me.
Our Love Is Divine
And It Will Only Get Stronger With Time.
I LOVE YOU, SWEET HABIBI, FOREVER AND EVER AD INFINITUM…….
I can only attribute it to the need for more practice.
I have been acting like I’m married, but still harbor the fear of infidelity.
I have learned to consider the other party as married.
This is working better.
I recently realized that I did “cheat” when I was married. I really think I have split personalities. I have done things that I don’t remember and that seem to have been performed by another person.
I have recalled events that occurred concurrently, while in my recollection didn’t.
So, from now on, EVERYBODY IS MARRIED, except my Zawji.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters & Black Brothers
So, last night I learned that New Orleans, despite its big city image, is really just a glorified suburb. Not in the sense of that it is located in the area surrounding a big city, but compared to L.A. – the REAL LA – it feels just like a suburb.
Last night, when I got out of my dance/exercise class, EVERYTHINGWAS CLOSED!!! I was completely baffled!!! I looked at my watch. Same time as usual. But the streets were almost completely empty.
So, I turn on the radio and pass a station and the announcer announces the scores for a football game. And then it dawned on me. I was like GTFOH!!!! Seriously??? A football game??? Zawji has been trying to prepare me for reality in America. I sort of chuckled to myself, but had no idea what the night had in store.
So, apparently Atlanta (could be because of their Southern proxiimity to NOLA or they have a good team or whatever) and NOLA have some sort of rivalry, OR it could be because it was a Thursday night, or both, but I continue down the street toward #dtno 😉 and there are all these white tents and I’m from L.A., so immediately start thinking they’re filming.
But, I get nearer and see two huge gigantic T.V. screens with the football game on and I’m like seriously? These are mostly Black people.
So, I go a little farther and can’t go down the street because it’s VIP and you have to have some kind of I.D. I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.
So, I sit down for a minute and try to take it all in.
It’s not even a home game! But, people are at the Super Dome.
So, I ride around to the front and there’s a concert going on. People are walking in that direction with lawn chairs and shit. The music is Rap and there are again, mostly Black People.
In fact, damn near everybody there was Black – the workers/employees/staff, the Po-pos/Sheriffs and the tailgaters. I don’t know if that’s because there’re just a lot of Black People in NOLA percentage wise OR IF THE DEVIL JUST HAS US THAT CAUGHT UP IN SPORT & PLAY.
Blacks make up 59 per cent of the population in NOLA. Over Half. No wonder I love it here. In L.A., Blacks are less than ten per cent. I feel like there is so much untapped potential. Then again, maybe it is “tapped,” nevertheless, I must do what Allah ordained for me to do, come what may.
All I wanted to do was to find a quiet and peaceful place to spend some quality time with Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ listen to some good music and just enjoy being in Love….. ❤ ❤ ❤
So then, after I spent some quality time with Zawji, I was on my way home and my fucking chain keeps coming off my bike. Thank-you, Zawji, don’t you ever for a minute think I’m ungrateful. I know you make it come off when you want to. 😛
But anyway, it came off again, and see what I’m saying, I’m walking down the block and I see something move in the street. I looked down and I thought it was a frog, but I looked closer and realized it was in actuality a toad! If I was on the bike then I might have missed it. I love you, Zawji!!!!! Happy Birthday, Bibi ❤ ❤ ❤
#6dayz!!!!
All I could think about were the little boys who grow up with toads and frogs and other cool stuff (girls too, I guess 😛 ) I mean, I used to read about boys catching tadpoles and whatnot, but this was a real toad I was looking down at.
I reached down and it let me touch it. It was hard like gravel. It stood there for a minute and it let me rub its back then another car came and I felt like I was in a real-live “Frogger” game. But I didn’t realize the danger until just now. I helped him across the street!!!
So tonight is the funeral for Smokey Johnson. I’m nervous because I love JAZZ and I don’t want to be too conspicuous. I stand out everywhere I go, but I want to blend or at least have a good time, not cry. I’m not even supposed to go to Christian’s funerals, but maybe I’ll stand outside and see if I can listen like all jazz musicians do (before they’re old enough to go in) 😛
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Aboriginal Black Nation of the Planet Earth, Members of the Lost and Now Found God Tribe of Shabazz in the Wilderness of North America!!!
Zawji got me thinking this morning. ❤ ❤ ❤
Minimum wage (nationally) is $7.25. Opponents of an increase argue that “Every job is not meant to raise a family on.” This might be true, but the reality is that there are Brothers trying to raise a family on these low-paying jobs.
I understand that increasing the minimum wage to $15 will cause a large amount of layoffs, but our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) taught us that We MUST Do Something For Self or we would be forced to.
My Black Brothers, I have said enough to make you nauseous, learn a trade and start your own business. If you are one of the Brothers already supporting a family, you should seek out a skilled BLACK tradesman and offer your services as an apprentice.
It is a win-win situation for each of you individually, also for our Black Nation. #winwinwin 😉
As an apprentice, you will save money and time as opposed to taking classes (but by all means do both, if you are able), earn an income while you work, and attain everything you need to start your own business – Experience, Tools/Equipment, Money and Contacts.
Take some initiative. Use the Black Pages in your town. Go online. Use Your Ambition And Better Your Condition. Don’t fear. Allah Helps Those Who Help Themselves! Believe and Trust in Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever. He Will Bless You With Prosperity. He Delights In Coming To Our Aid. But we MUST STOP PRAYING TO A DEAD JESUS for help. Jesus is dead like all the other people of his day and time and cannot hear your prayers any more than Abraham, Isaac, Ishmael or any other dead prophet. He Was Not God and The ONE True and Living God is very angry with your for making Prophet Jesus His equal.
We must give the devil back his slave-making religion. It and his names are the chains that still hold us in bondage to him. We will never be free as long as we are in the slavemaster’s dirty religion of Christianity.
My Black Brothers, your number one priority should be to open your own business and get out from under the devil’s boot. I am so sickof modern day overseers!They think they are better than the rest of us because the white slavemaster selected them to do his dirty business. I tell them, “Take the shackles off your brain, So-Called Negro! Stand with your less fortunate Brothers and Sisters and tell the devil to do his own dirty work.“
It’s 2015 and here we are STILL BEGGING THE DEVIL SLAVEMASTERS TO PROVIDE A JOB FOR US. We should be ashamed and go out and provide a job for ourselves. He said he freed us 150 years ago! But we would rather take off our hats, carry them humbly in our hands, go out and beg (march) on HIS capital steps and beg like hunting dogs.
The hunting dog who goes out and hunts for his master may get some of the meat or he may not. He is completely dependent on the whims of his master. Why does not he go out and kill his own dinner? He is not intelligent enough. But we are supposedly free; we should take a free step! And stop sitting around the slavemaster’s table, that we prepared and will have to clean when he’s finished eating the food we raised, grew, caught, fished, killed and cooked and prepared for him, begging him for a little taste!!!! Or a little more taste (higher wages).
He is well within his rights, to tell us, “No! I freed you a hundred years ago, Nigger, you take what I give you!”
He probably will not, because the last thing they want is for us to go for self. Who will serve them?
I am sorry, but it is what it is. We are a NATION of fifty million here in America. There are countries with far less who produce and manufacture everything they need for self. And here we are still depending on the slavemaster for EVERYTHING.
Try and buy a house from a Black-owned company, some food, clothes (and not jeans and a t-shirt – I mean, underwear, socks, foundation wear). Find a Black-owned company that produces toilet paper and towels, soap. BASIC ESSENTIALS we must have for survival, we are completely dependent AS A NATION on our former slavemasters.
We talk about voting. Who are we going to vote for? Who the hell cares? No one in office for America is going to do ANYTHING to secure a lasting, permanent independent future for her slaves, which is the ONLY solution to our problem.
In order to do that, they would have to give us what they have – LAND – wherein we can build our own country like we did for them ) and be completely free and independent of our former slavemasters’ children. We MUST have some land to produce the things we need so that we can provide for ourselves – as a NATION – somewhere we can live in peace, and participate in worldly affairs, just like they do. And, Black or not, I just don’t see any American president giving us that anytime soon.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers,
So, “yesterday” 😉 I went to workout (cardio). I feel good because I’ve always been physically active, but for the past year, I haven’t been participating in any type of exercise. So, we did some floor work and I couldn’t do it all because my pants-skirt kept falling up.
(‘Member this????? What the hell happened??? Fergie??? Hollywood??? Maybe if I had said Yes, when William asked me if I could sing, I might have been able to save them…… Allah Only Knows. But HE HAD OTHER PLANS FOR ❤ ALLAH)
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So, “today,” after “work” I knew I had to get a sewing kit but had no idea what I was going to do for food.
I have been going to the same stores not purchasing anything. But, Zawji Loves Me and he told me where to go. ❤ ❤ ❤ So, I look around but couldn’t find any sewing kits. But I did see some leggings that would be perfect to wear under my pants-skirt and cover my legs properly. They only had X-Large or just Large. I’m a medium/small. Or like Mad Skillz said “smedium” 😉 Which is cool because I can wear clothes that are too large. That’s the beauty of being small; I can just take them in.
But, then I saw something else that looked like leggings too, but the packaging was different. I checked the size and then my Beloved Zawji told me to hurry up and put them in my bag and “get ta steppin‘.” 😉
So, I got two sewing kits, a box of truffles (paid for by four hundred (400) years of free labor by my ancestors) and some q-tips.
So, I thank the cashier as I walk out, bag stuffed like a Thanks Giving Turkey. LOL Catch me if you can, Elmer!!!
Sure enough, I get outside, half-way down the block I hear somebody yelling, but I was NOT ABOUT to turn around and see who dat! #yaheard?#lotswife
Anyway, I could not wait to get into these cookies! I love cookies. I wanted that to be my nickname in jail. I was going to steal a cardboard box full for the inmates when the trustees weren’t looking, but I ended up with a box of fruit instead. #howtoeattolive #backthentoo 😉 #canthelpit 😀 Zawji and Allah are always watching out for ❤ .
So, I go through the days catch and discover the legging are not leggings, which I hate, but pants! I was ecstatic!!!!!! Thanks Zawji!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET HONEY!!!
I LOVE YOU ❤ ❤ ❤
7 DAYZ 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤
You cannot comprehend how supersaturated with PURE UNADULTURATED SWEETNESS is my Zawji. He’s like CRYSTALLIZED HONEY!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Or that crunchy coating on creme brulee!!! Yummy!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
Thank-you, Bibi!!!! You know what I need and give it to me before I even have to ask. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED. YOU DESERVE EVERY GOOD THING THAT COMES TO YOU, LOVE (MOI) MOST OF ALL. 😀 😀 😀
WE WERE MEANT TO BE. NO ONE ELSE CAN COME BETWEEN THIS LOVE I KNOW ‘CAUSE I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
❤ ❤ ❤
So, the other day I realized Congo Square and Leimert Park are very similar. Initially, I was going to write that they are different because the African Cultural Center is so far away, but there is another center close by, which I like better.
They have a basketball court, a pool and better classes. It’s in a Black neighborhood – the oldest Black neighborhood in the country, no less – but I was so disgusted by all the devils that I almost wrote it off completely.
I don’t know why devils always seem to follow whenever I show up at all-Black places. I hate it!
So, “this morning” I woke up and I really, really, really wanted a bath/shower.
I’m an M.G.T. and we are the cleanest, most refined and civilized women you will ever meet.
This homelessness is really a challenge for someone like me who bathes every day without fail, washes my clothes after each wear without fail, performs ablution at least five (5) times a day and am almost OCD when it comes to washing my hands. MGT wear white gloves like BITD (Back In The Day) everywhere we go too.
So, this coupled with the fact that I refuse to use the dirty religion, Christian resources for ANYTHING, has made keeping as clean as I would like to be somewhat challenging, but Zawji said, “Don’t” which was cool by me because I also don’t want to be associated with Homeless people and the only place that is not affiliated with the devils’ religion where I could take a shower is the VA and although I’m grateful they changed their name to “Volunteers of America” from “Veterans of America” I still don’t like to go there. There are just too many chronically homeless people there and it’s just, well, it’s just depressing.
So, I went on to ‘work.’ But the chain on my bike keeps coming off, so I was looking for Earl, who fixed it the other day, on my way.
It’s kinda cool though because my Southern-Gentlemanly Brothers see a damsel in distress and immediately offer to help fix it. Of course, I bask in the attention and am obsequious with my gratitude. 😉
So, I thank them profusely as I ride off, smiling and waving graciously until it comes off again.
VIRGIL!!!!!! Where are you when I need you, Brother????? 😥 😥 😥 Naa, I know where you are. I luh you, man!!! ❤ ❤ ❤ Wish you were here!
So, on my way to ‘work,’ I pass by a donation bin and clothes are everywhere. And, haute couture is one of my niches, so I stopped and found some long skirts (a white one, at that!) which I desperately needed.
I don’t know how Sisters used to ride bikes BITD! I mean, I know they did, that’s why the bar between your legs is bent – to accommodate our skirts – but dang, I can’t go a block without getting tangled all up! Good thing I wear pants underneath…. 😉
So anyway, before I leave ‘work’ 😛 I go to this website on my list of things to do in NOLA and there’s a water aerobics class scheduled for that night!!!!!
Al Hamdulillah!!!!
All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!!
Zawji ALWAYS knows best. HEAR AND OBEY, your Zawjis, Sisters!!!!
LA, where I’m from is like “girly” That’s the only way I know how to put it. While NOLA is “boyish”.
In L.A. we have roses everywhere. I mean, you step outside of your house and in any direction you travel, every yard has roses. I’ve been in NOLA for one month and eight dayz, traveled all over the city (and it is bigger than you think) and I have found ONE HOUSE with a rose bush. ONE! And she watches those bad boys like a hawk! I was able to steal one last night. I had too. I am the person who used to walk around L.A. with a ROSE everyday!!! EVERYDAY, you would see me carrying a rose. And then I come out here, and didn’t see ONE ROSE until I had been here over a month. Talk about withdrawal symptoms.
I’ve never experienced homesickness, but when I hear people say, “To Live and Die in L.A.” and how they wouldn’t want to live anywhere else, I agreed til I came here. I mean I love NOLA, there is no city like it in the world, but it is the complete opposite of my L.A. – Roses, Butterflies, Honeybees, Hummingbirds, Rainbows, Beaches and Mountains……
NOLA is like for boys. They have lizards and dragonflies, frogs and mosquitos and shit.
Swamps and alligators and I’ve always been somewhat of a tomboy, but damn.
Change is cool. Diversity is the spice of life, or whatever the saying is, I think it’s variety. But damn, can I see a mountain, please?!?!?!?!?!?!
Just like the roses, I don’t know how to act if I can’t go outside and see a mountain range……… *deep breath Love*
The beaches are hard to deal with being away from, but the mountain range, I took for granted. They were just always there, you know. I just moved from Ontario! Their city symbol is a mountain range!
NOLA is crazy. OMG Last night they had this Crimestoppers event with events all over the city. It was fun. I was on my bike (Zawji gave me a bike a couple dayz ago) and I came across a group of bikers. I hung out with them a little bit and this one Brother in the back was trying to get it on! I was like, “Oh no, Brother, I don’t do that anymore, I’m married.” He was not trying to hear it. I’m explaining how I don’t have casual sex. It’s not worth it and I’m very much in love with my husband. Then I look down, and he’s got his dick hanging out his fly. Like nothing! I was like, “When did you do that?” LOL I was done. SMH He’s steadily licking his lips and I’m like “I gotta go. Ya’ll are too wild….”
Then the homie told me it was “Turnt up Tuesday” I was like, “What’s that?” He said some new joint. Let me see if it’s on YT.
I can’t find any particular song yet. But apparently, that’s the thing.
Anyway, I was upset because of something, and I went to see the homie Satch, and I was sitting down writing by the fountain and somebody stole my bike!
So, I’m pissed naturally, cause Louie was supposed to be watching it! But he told me that they really needed it and I thought back to this Brother I had passed on my way to the park who looked tired from a long day at work and here I am joyriding and he’s walking.
So, I thought, if somebody like him got it, I’m PLEASED.
So, then I leave, walking like “somebody done stole my fucking bike….” LOL and then I see this Brother on a bike that looked exactly like mine.
I was like, “Naa, couldn’t be!” But I yelled out, “Get off my bike!” He kept riding. So, I said it again a little louder, “Get off my bike!” He went into a parking lot and I had to run a little because if anybody is going to joyride on MY bike, it’s going to be ME!
So, I said, “That’s my bike!” and he got off and I got closer and sure enough, it was my bike. I was like, Only me.
Turned out to be one of the Brothers I had met on Sunday at the park. I’m getting ahead of myself in my writing. I have another half of a journal to write before I get up to now. But I just feel like writing……..
I wish I could take the music of NOTLA back to L.A.
And the food……. It’s like Heaven. I felt so guilty when I found this fruit pie and I thought it was going to taste like those little cheap fifty cent fruit pies you get at the liquor store. I almost came that shit was go fucking good. Astagfirullah! But NOLA…….
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers
Whereas, Los Angeles, heretofore known as L.A. is built on mostly chain stores and franchises, New Orleans, heretofore known as NOLA, is made up of private family-owned business, of which many have been doing business since the 1800s.
I LOVE the entrepreneurial spirit it fills me with but unfortunately, the majority of Black residents just go get jobs in hotels or restaurants. Fortunately, many of the fast-food restaurants are owned by Black People. Also, some of the nicer restaurants, but I have not seen a Black-owned hotel, which is where the bulk of the money lies in a city whose Number one Industry is TOURISM.
I’m trying my best to get the Brothers to unite and open their own hotel, so they can tap into the money from the top and not just scrape up the crumbs that fall from the devil’s convention room tables.
The Masons work as freelancers or start businesses but they are few and far-between.
The ones who work for these big hotels and restaurants don’t even receive benefits and the minimum wage here is $7.25! And, I’m sure the employees number at least 300 in the hotel I’m staying in.
I used to sit and watch in wonder when I saw BLACK CONSTRUCTION WORKERS here in NOLA.
I don’t recall EVER seeing a Black construction worker in Los Angeles. I’ve heard all about the “Good ‘Ol Days” when construction jobs were plentiful for Blackmen. Those days are long gone – taken over by Hispanics.
I understand the Blackman’s resentment, but it is misdirected. It is NOT the Hispanics’ fault that the whiteman prefers him over us. Be mad at the devil. He does these types of things DELIBERATELY. First, to leave you unemployed and Secondly, to divide us from our Red half-Brothers.
THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD (MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM) taught us until he was unable to teach anymore, that we MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF, or else we would be FORCED to do something for self, which is going on now.
They have something out here in NOLA called “THE BLACKBOOK” (Allah (swt) Has Truly Blessed Me with some invaluable resources and opportunities since I’ve been in New Orleans.) and it lists Black-owned businesses.
There are profiles of business owners and almost all of them were FORCED to open their own businesses after they found themselves unexpectedly unemployed (fired).
I used to get happy when I saw the Black Construction Workers out here working diligently on the many reconstruction efforts going on all over the city here in NOLA, then I thought about it and realized, we’ve been building the buildings here in America for the devils, since they brought us here to do just that!
I am proud of my Brothers for opening their own companies and working independently, gaining contracts to build these buildings, but I will be ecstatic to see the day when we are able to build OUR OWN infrastructure for OUR OWN BLACK NATION.
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Brotherhood Way General Contractors
2004 St. Andrew St., (504) 287-4416; www.teambwc.com
Contractors provide construction and energy services and specialize in new and commercial construction, energy efficiency and electrical, mechanical and solar PV work.
CHECK THE BLACKBOOK FOR A FULL LISTING OF BLACK CONSTRUCTION WORKERS/CONTRACTORS AS WELL AS ANY OTHER BUSINESS OR SERVICE YOU MAY NEED.
My Brothers and Sisters, currently employed by the devils, seek out your own by using this invaluable resource – THE BLACKBOOK – and offer your services as an apprentice or intern; do your best to help your Brother or Sister’s business grow and prosper; learn the business and then OPEN YOUR OWN.
That “climbing the corporate ladder” idea should have never been a part of our conversations, except to discourage each other from such thinking. You get the job, learn the business, “stack your paper” and open your own. Whatever you do for the devil, you can do for your own self.
I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.
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