In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Ugh, I got sick. Well yeah, it's my week of isolation again if you've been counting, but I also got sick during the weekend. It started on Wednesday night when I got swarmed by these miniature beetles, that happened to be immune to my usual defense of moth balls and mosquito incense. So I lost a lot of sleep over that. The next night they were back, but this time I was armed with a can of bug spray. It took a lot of bug spray to neutralize these beetles, and I woke up with a cough. The Flu Virus Collective took this opportunity to attack my voice. I went and bought a big old bottle of cough syrup with my last 20 bucks, so I was able to work over the weekend, but not at 100%. The the fever came, so by Sunday I was down to about 60%. The Collective has been directly attacking my voice lately, and leaving my sinuses for last. I feel OK right now, but I can smell those damn beetles again. You definitely don't want to get one of these varmints in your dinner. They're not poisonous, but they stink.
Again, I'm really sorry you have to lag behind. It's not good for you, and it's not good for me. But again, I cannot have you marry into my poverty. What to do? I cannot take any other position than to always consider your well-being. The good news is that if you serve Allah, then Allah is Oft-Forgiving and most Merciful. On the other hand, the penalty of God is the most grievous penalty. As for me, you are my wives inshaAllah, and I want to raise a family with you. I love you, I love you. And I need you, I need you.
