Hi Natty! How are you feeling today, Honey? I hope that all is well and easy going for you over there. I'm doing OK over here, I just had my dinner which was chicken nuggets, fried up from the frozen stuff you would buy at the supermarket. It was good, goes well with my ranch dressing. The cats aren't very interested in it for some reason. I gave some to Lookie, and she just slapped it around. No, these cats must have home made chicken nuggets made from fresh chicken breast. Spoiled brat cats.
I didn't want to talk about this matter at first but since there are many witnesses to this incident, I feel compelled to give my account of it. A few days before the Eid last Ramadan, I took the weed whacker to my grandparents' gravesite to cut the grass and tidy it up. I turned on the weed whacker and strapped it on, then went to the graves to cut the grass but they were not there. The markers were there: the tree with long braches that hung over my grandfather's grave, and the small tree with yellow leaves that marked the foot of my grandmother's grave. But the graves weren't there. A total of 3 graves were missing: my grandparents, and a woman that was between them. In their place was 2 fresh graves of men whose names I didn't recognize. I got on my hands and knees to read the gravestones, then searched the area for my grandparents but they were nowhere to be found. When my aunt came over after the Eid to visit my mother, I reported to them what happened to their parents' graves. Then I forgot about it until yesterday, when my mother told me the graves were there. I went there and sure enough, there they were and covered in weeds that hadn't been touched in months. So I cut the grass and tidied up the graves as I had intended the previous time I was there. God can do anything. This time, God delivered a message: beware the reckoning of a Day of Distress, because they are negligent and refuse to believe.
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