Letter to Julia 20120828

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Ah, my beautiful young lady Julia.  You are still so young, and you have your whole life and love ahead of you.  InsyaAllah, I am done with the past, but I am old.  I have done more than you, whether good or bad, and I have to react to motions set long ago.  It's not karma my love, but simple cause and effect.  Like my foot injury, from working many years in the food business, it will take many years for it to work itself out, perhaps I will die first before I walk without pain.  I shouldn't have been there to begin with, but I made the choice to stay.  Thus, we do things to ourselves.

Outside my house is the stench of dead animal that I and my Mom can smell, but I can't find the carcass.  Perhaps it is hiding in the thicket by the ditch next door, but I don't see it, so I guess I will have to put up with the smell until the scavengers remove the carcass.  It is probably the body of one member of the gang of cats that belong to my brother.  There are 2 males, Scruffy and Scrawny, and 2 females, Frick and Frack, and Scrawny has been AWOL lately.  He has been getting picked on by another male cat that I probably have told you about, a well-groomed and muscular striped cat who swings his balls around like a supermodel swings her ass.  Scrawny had big balls, so I think that's why the other cat harassed him all the time, to the point where Scrawny got killed,  All this violence over some cat food and the right to park outside my Mom's kitchen door.  Well, I'll be feeding those cats from now, so I suppose they'll be parking outside my front door.

Please remember to maintain your prayers, my dearest Julia.  And please know that it is righteous to defend yourself against oppression, and not just lie back and take abuse.  I love you, my sweet Julia.