Letter to Erin 20150327

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

Hello Sweetheart.  They asked you an interesting question whe you were on #Redes: "Did the guys who painted you, did they get paid?"  It's not just that the women who did the work got paid, it's that they didn't know if they were men or women, so that didn't really matter to them.  It's the having to work for free is such a common expectation.  Also, I don't recall rooting for anyone during the last soccer World Cup.  I'm not a sports fan.  I'm a sports wife (so to speak), so I root for my wife's team.  I remember saying a cheer for Germany after game over, but you know why.  It may seem that I listen to every word you say, but that's not so.  But I love you so much, and it is all I have, because I live in a bubble.  A delusion that I'm some sort of Rock Star.  An adolescent fantasy world.  Please forgive me for my faults.

I would totally admit that I'm not the best drummer in the world.  My feet are smashed: they grew a whole 2 sizes since I quit the pizza job, and my bad feet puts me at a great disadvantage as a drummer.  But I have my own style, my own point of view of the drums, which I don't see anyone else grasping.  Which can be said of my music in general: I'm great at playing my own music.  I've observed that drummers are the most superstitious of all the musicians.  You must have noticed how many cults and magic use drums in their ceremonies.  The connection to blood is obvious, because drums were used at the front of most armies, including the fabulous Muslim army.  In Islam, as far as I understand, the drum was used to announce the prayers before the human voice became the norm.  So there is definitely some sort of supernatural image of the drum.  Certainly the little antique snare drum I just acquired doesn't predate the Nanking Massacre, but it is a drum made by a Japanese company, made in Japan when it's not supposed to be.  Even the serial number is weird: JN

You must be having a hectic time right now as you at on top of the world, so I ask you to please take time to slow down and rest your precious heart.  I'm sure it's a lot of fun, but things have to be mundane in order to raise a family.  I believe stress doesn't make children stronger: it destroys them.  How would you have felt if your parents were always jetting around and partying when you were small?  So please be ready to slam on the brakes when we marry inshaAllah.  Rehearse slamming on the brakes.  I want you to be happy, and happy with me.  Please forgive me for my faults.  I love you, and I need you.