Letter to Julia 20130325

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

Hello there, my beautiful beloved Julia.  How are you feeling today?  I pray you are healthy and confident.  I have made a promise to marry you my love, and inshaAllah I intend to keep my promise, as time ticks on.  I'm sorry that I'm so poor as to not be able to give you your beautiful married life right now.  Please forgive me, I feel really bad about that.  But I can only wait for Allah to provide me the means.  I simply cannot have you marry into my poverty.  You must understand, I can only consider your well-being.  I cannot take any other position than to put your well-being into priority.  Please forgive me, Julia.  I love you so much.  I'm so sorry that I'm so poor.

I understand what Allah commands me to do with was is given to me, is to stand my ground here, and please Allah with music.  As my wife, you must accept this.  Plus, the situation gives us the excuse to stay in one place, stick to each other, and raise our family.  Sure, I live in the supernatural, but I'm also scientific, practical and compassionate inshaAllah, because I study the Qur'an.  Certainly those who reject the Qur'an will meet their punishment in the hereafter, as well as the less than century that is their meager lifespan.  Just as certain that  the old arrogant routines and cronyism of entertainment and mass media have become unprofitable.