Letter to Erin 20150705

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

Hello there, my beautiful Erin.  How are you feeling today, Sweetheart?  It is a surreal day here today.  The rain lingered on from yesterday, and at times alternated with the sunshine like a giant low frequency strobe light.  At times, it was raining in bright sunlight.  I was about half an hour away from finishing voice training, when God shut me down with a bolt of lightning which tripped my fuse box while I was singing "Top Of The World."  When The Boss says "Stop now", then I stop.  I did play the drums for about half an hour before the Asr prayer- the drums don't need electricity.  The sky was gloomy, while I pounded out Qur'an rhythms.  It's cleared up a little now as I write to you, but still a little cloudy.  I don't believe I'll get rained on when I go to the mosque inshaAllah.

I saw the movie "The Sandlot" this morning before dawn.  It's a cute movie, and I found it on YouTube so it was vignetted (to deter mass copying, I assume).  I hate young boys though, so I didn't get as much enjoyment out of the movie as you would.  I know I have make an exception for my own son(s) and be nice, but if the kid isn't mine then I really don't want anything to do with them.

None of my own cooking today for breaking fast.  My food has been given to me.  I have a murtabak (pan fried flat bread folded over and stuffed with chicken, egg, potato, onion, and what not), some chocolate cake, a date, and iced tea.  Quite a tasty spread, but I am hungry.  I pray you are eating properly and getting sufficient rest.  I love you, and I need you.