Letter to Julia 20130109

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

Oh Julia Julia Julia... there's always something to clean.  It never ends!  This is what it's like to have a house, is housework.  Never ending housework.  Even though I'm still somewhat of a lazy slob, I'm the cleanest I've ever been in my life.  How shocking.  Better late than never?  It seems to me like never.  I'm still poor, and you're not here with me.  I love you, and I want to give you a good married life.  When I was younger, I tried to help make the community prosper, but I was made homeless.  Today I still try to help the community prosper, and I could be made homeless all over again, if it weren't for the grace of God.  I want to go to heaven, ya Allah.  Where I could be pretty, there will be no more cleaning to do, no more disappointment, treachery and suffering.  While I'm still here, I will try to be righteous for You.  Please grant Julia and I success in this life and the hereafter, good health, and a happy married life.