Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Letter to Erin 20160127

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

Hello Darling!  How are you feeling today?  I pray that you are feeling healthy and confident.  I'm just sitting here writing a letter while waiting for them to call the sunset prayer.  Dinner is sitting on the stove, it's steak and potatoes, which I'll enjoy after prayer.  You're welcome to join me for dinner if you like.  I love you and I need you.

How's the weather over there?  I'm sure it must be cold, so please bundle up.  It's finally cooled down over here after a blistering month of heat wave.  Finally, I don't have to turn on the AC at night.  It's so comfortable!  Alhamdulillah.

On Shadowplay TV tonight is another episode of "Vicious Lives of Fishes", starring my guppies which live in an old malted milk jar on my speaker system.  As I was voice training today, I watched one of the big females give birth.  At first the head came slowly out, and the fish became frantic.  Then the baby came out, and one of the other fishes caught it.  The mother stole the baby out of the fish's mouth and ate it.  The next baby came out tail first.  The mother pinned it to a rock then ate it.  The third baby also came out tail first, but I didn't see the end of it.  I was distracted by the cool weather.  Throughout this time, all the fish were whizzing around and hectic, attacking anything smaller than them in a feeding frenzy.  After the carnage, the mother fish went and sat on a rock with a crazed look in her eyes.  The other babies stayed out of sight underneath the rocks as best as they could.  I guess it's "Survival of the Fittest" when it comes to guppy babies.  The ones that survive are the ones that avoid getting eaten by Mother when they are newborn.