In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there Julia, my beloved. How is the most beautiful girl in the world today? Yes, you. I'm feeling feverish. I don't know why. All I did yesterday was chop down that tree I told you about over at Casa de Julia inshaAllah. It was already hanging over my grandfather's old house, so it didn't take long to snap. The trouble is it fell right on top of the house, and now I have to get it down off the roof. I managed to get a long steel cable around the trunk so I could pull it down, but one of the branches snapped off and punctured a hole in the roof, which anchored the tree firmly. Groan (or in Mexican, El Groano). I tried to trim that branch, but the tree embedded itself even further. I'm going to have to think this one out. I hope the tree doesn't grow over again while I struggle to get it of the roof. Then I noticed another tree growing ON the roof. Another groan.
I'd like to remind all of you that I am not some sort of religious leader. I am a follower, not a leader. I am a follower of prophet Muhammad (peace be on him), and I worship Allah. I am a musician. The music was granted to me by Allah, and that is my place in life. If the people need guidance, there are 2 imams at the local mosque, and they also have a regular schedule of religious teachers. There is also an Islamic school down the street close to the crossroads.
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