Letter to Julia 20121003

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

It is I again, your love, my love!  Julia, you are so beautiful.  Whoops!  I accidently deleted all of my Victoria's Secret fashion shows when my mouse slipped as I was rearranging my video files.  Look like I won't be looking at your half naked friends anymore.  I still have the shows I encoded into Shadowplay TV, but that's in low definition.  Oh, well.  For some reason the computer didn't delete the 2011 show.  I'm sorry, Julia.  I love you so much.  I wish you were here with me.

Anyway, with both sides of the government obviously lacking foresight and cannot be relied on, this leaves the community to invest in itself.  And it is a global community.  At least give the visitors a proper place to hang out as they listen in silence.  Let them worship Allah if they will.  Back in America, I was worked in food business until injury, and forced into homelessness.  Allah saved me, and moved me to Malaysia 3 months before the financial meltdown.  But I was the only one who glorified Allah.  Today, both this situation and circumstance glorify Allah.  There is no "potential" in this situation: it is already what it is.  Right now, it is my parents who feed and house me, and I cannot afford to marry my Julia.  But my parents are old, and will pass away soon.  What will happen then?  Since I work in global mass media, the world is watching.  If you study the Qur'an, you will know that Allah destroys entire communities when they persist in denying Allah.  But you can't just blame the locals.  Stinginess is human nature.  And from my example, it is humans who are needy.  Allah doesn't need us.