Qur'an 20171022

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

86.  Say, "No reward do I ask of you for this, nor am I a pretender."

87.  This is no less than a Message to the worlds.

88.  And you shall certainly know the truth of it after a while.

(The letter) Sad 38:86-88
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The Big Bang

Hi Honey!  How are you feeling today?  How was work?  I suppose you are very busy right now, so please eat properly and get enough rest.  This morning I had to go downtown to the gas station, pick up a newspaper for my Dad, and to the market for my Mom.  I needed to put air in the tires of my motorcycle, and get some gasoline.  The tire on my wheelbarrow was feeling kind of soft, so I dismantled that and took it along.  Now my wheelbarrow tire isn't built like the tire of an automobile: it only has 5 bolts holding it together, and cannot handle much air pressure.  I didn't find this out until I filled it up with air, and it exploded with a big bang.  The tube pushed the 5 bolts that kept it together right through the holes, until it popped (and broke off part of my license plate).  The tube kept on expanding until it was the size of a balloon, and it exploded with a loud bang!  Oh, great.  I only had RM30, I had to buy RM10 of gasoline, and now I had to get a new tube.  There won't be much left over for food, and I needed to buy bleach as well.  Can't live without bleach.  When I went to pay for my gasoline, the gas station clerk was staring at me with glazed eyes filled with terror, and his brown skin was all pale.  Hey dude, if I'm standing here giving you money, that means I haven't been shot dead OK?  So I had to run around town to the hardware stores looking for a new inner tube for my wheelbarrow tire.  Blessed be that it was a common item and easy to find.  They told me they always sell out that item.  Looks like I'm not the only one who blows up wheelbarrow inner tubes.

Hey Natty!  Oh goody, you have a laptop!  Come and hang out with me in Second Life.  Oh you don't have to reveal yourself to me right away, I'm sure you would want to work on your avatar first.  You can just be coy and hang out incognito at the chat room and watch me say stupid shit and make an idiot of myself.  No I don't do that often, but mistakes do happen.  Eventually I want you to meet me, but you will have to convince me that you are you, because it would be difficult for me to know, because I get accosted all the time, everyday.  Wha... did you think I was psychic or something?  When you finally make an avatar you like and are ready to meet me, I suggest you post it on your Instagram so I know it's you.  If you're not wanting to go on Second Life, I suggest you use that laptop to find a distraction, or get a hobby, or diversify your business.  Something to waste time while I build you a house inshaAllah.