Letter to Erin 20160121

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

Of course you're an adult, and you make your own choices.  If you love alcohol and drugs and that's what you want, then I can't stop you.  Just like I can't force you to marry me, and you can't force me to marry you.  I serve Allah, and I need a wife who is good and sincere, to stay put and help me raise a family.  You have to want to marry me to be my wife, and you have to want to be clean and pure.  Sure none of us is perfect, but we're not concerned about our past, right?  We live in the now, and now is where we determine our future.  I love the woman who is sincere, and is renowned for her sincerity.  I love you and I need you.

I have a old glass malted milk jar on my speaker system where I keep my fish.  When I last killed my guppies (by foolishly washing the jar with soap), I replaced them with seven guppies from my Dad's fish tank, none of them bigger than a dime.  They've grown since then, 3 of them the length of a quarter, and the rest of them dime sized.  Yesterday while I was voice training, I noticed another fish in there, a tiny transparent little guppy the size of pinhead.  Most likely one of the big females must have given birth to it.  The other fish were chasing it around, after all fish eat fish,  but since it's so small it could escape underneath the rocks.  One of the posse of bigger fish got trapped under a rock, then one of the big females took a bite out of its tail.  Then a feeding frenzy occurred, and all of the bigger fish attacked the hapless victim.  Not out of hunger, because there's fish food floating on the top of the water.  Along with the carcass of the hapless victim.  So I had 7, then suddenly 8, then suddenly 7 fish again.  Vicious world of fishes.  Hey, that rhymes!