Natty, where are you? Please talk to me because I love you. Yeah, there's a lot to think about right now. Like how helpless we are in the tides of destiny.
My source tells me that my enemies wish to own the land I live on, then execute me as a squatter. They are already making moves on the land where my grandfather's old house stands next to my house, the land I plan to build my wife's house inshaAllah. My uncle used to own that land but he recently passed away, so the pressure is on the heirs. If I fail to own these two properties then I must move away from this village to be married.
They're not the only fake Muslims out there, it's like a plague. The end of the world, rather. Of course I recognize the type because I used to be like them. But what makes a good man, anyway? Not just to abstain from evil acts, but to share your strength with others.
