Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Sailing

Throughout our life, angels write down every deed we do in a record.  After we die, the record will be given back to us on Judgment Day.  Whoever receives his record in his right hand is in good standing.  Whoever receives his record from behind is in trouble.

Oh is that your right hand, Natty?  This is the Internet after all, I might be looking at a Photoshop image.  I'm certain there are better palm readers in LA and among the society you are part of, but I do have a little bit of knowledge.  I already told you all you need to know, but here goes:

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

That is a crazy hand.  Or more accurately, it's the hand of a determined mind in a crazy world.  It's not the hand of a business woman.  Rather it's an artistic hand, but not necessarily that of an artist.  It's the hand of a spiritual and religious person.  More than anyone, your life is about other people.  Other people influence you, and you are blown around like a sailboat.  Your life and possessions is like a sailboat, and the sea is sometimes clean and sometimes polluted.

You always have had a mind of your own, ever independent from your parents.  The good news is that as you grow older your mind will get stronger and stronger, and perhaps you may be one of the few people whose thoughts are lucid when they die.

But oh, your poor heart.  So many disappointments and trials.  But the ending will not be a disappointment inshaAllah.  So please hang in there.

Career is actually a non-issue for you.  Besides being a spiritual person, you could probably take on political work.  If so beware, for you are not a public speaker.  You will change your current career when you turn 30 to a more difficult work, but then quit after 5-10 years.  After that, you just couldn't be bothered with the trappings of career.  Not that your finances will worsen.  You will always be taken care of.  Consider it a perk of being a beautiful and righteous woman.  So please be grateful and give your thanks to Allah for your beauty and righteousness, because beauty fades and in the end there is only Allah.

 I suppose now you want me to show you my right hand.  Well, here it is.  I'll show the lines when I meet you in person.  Right now, it's hidden in the grass you're standing in.



Blue like the paint on your hand.  PS. nice berries!