Letter to Julia 20130406

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

Oh my, it's April already.  We are in our 4th year since I proposed to you.  It's a big world and etherworld, isn't it?  You are my wife, insyaAllah.  I love you, my Julia.

This morning when I woke up to let Chee Cheah in, it was still dark.  So I flipped the light switch on.  You know how florescent tubes flash before the light stays on, between the first and second flash I saw someone standing next to me on my left side.  It seemed like a 10 year old girl dressed in black, looking up at me.  Then the light stayed on, and the figure was gone.  No big deal, I've seen many jinns in my life.  Plus, we Muslims are taught by the Qur'an that we co-exist on this world with the jinns, and not all jinns are evil.

I've said this before, that the commute to and from town is very, very dangerous.  Sure, everybody has to commute, and anybody can be a statistic.  But as usual, Allah seems to be the only One Who cares about my work, and my safety.  Ya Allah, please have mercy on me, and give me home Internet service with an Internet computer soon.  Meanwhile, this old soldier has to get the message through.  Ya Allah, please protect me, those I love, my home, and my work.  But when it's time to go, then it's time to go.  From Allah we come, and to Allah will we return.  For certain, death is neither an escape nor a solution.  Don't believe me?  What if I told you all that I have the voices of some dead women in me?  MashaAllah.