In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Alhamdulillah! I have been receiving tremendous response from these love letters I've been writing to you from many, many people from many groups of people. Not just from real-time interactions from other avatars on the Internet, but also face to face interactions from real people here Perlis, about my love letters to you, as I post them. That's great, but I don't need any more fame. I need my girl. The credit goes to Allah, so let them worship Allah. But the stats on my blog state zero page views everyday for the past few years? Well, it's easier to manipulate data on a web page than many groups of individuals. Perhaps my letters are being copied and distributed as I post it? After all, I don't have a private Internet connection. I don't know. Whatever the case, Allah is the Power, Allah is all I need, and if it is Will of Allah that my love letters to you be read, then it will be so, in spite of the manipulations of people with power, and may their manipulations cost them billions more dollars.
These letters are for you, Julia. Because I love you, and I want to marry you. You are the girl for me, you are my girl. Ya Allah, please protect my Julia, and our love. You had better maintain your prayers, my beloved. I cannot save or protect you as Allah saves and protects. You and your friends.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120515
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
On the very top of the mango tree is a mutant fruit. I didn't see it and I didn't know it was there until I was a few steps up the ladder. The problem with the fruits on the higher branches is not just the height, but the branches and leaves themselves block my view and motion. I often find myself teetering on the edge of the ladder holding on to a branch with my left hand and a very long stick with my right hand, trying to shove the mango into a cup at the end of the stick. Oh, who cares about those puny little fruits: I'm only interested in those mondo mangos the size of 38D, even though those don't fit in the cup. More often they balance on the surface of the cup while I slowly slide the stick down where I can reach for it with my left hand, while I gradually climb down the ladder. And those pesky army ants! Anyway, the mutant mango is almost the size of a football, but it's not exactly shaped like a mango: it's like the front end of the fruit is overgrown with with a symmetrical tumor, as if a pumpkin is fused with a mango. I encountered another mutant mango a week ago, but this one is just HUGE. However on the last mutant mango, the tumorous part rotted first. It could be that I dropped it when I picked it, and it fell on a rock which punctured it. InsyaAllah, this mutant mango I have now will ripen perfectly, and I will give it to my Mom. A Mondo Mutant Mango for My Momma!
Hey Julia, the time to really know who your best friends are is when there is trouble. I guess that's the use of trouble, for it brings out the true colors of people. This especially concerns your Islam: who will run, and who will stand their ground? Who will be covetous, and fearful at the prospect of death? And when the trouble is over, who will be the first to bitch and moan?
On the very top of the mango tree is a mutant fruit. I didn't see it and I didn't know it was there until I was a few steps up the ladder. The problem with the fruits on the higher branches is not just the height, but the branches and leaves themselves block my view and motion. I often find myself teetering on the edge of the ladder holding on to a branch with my left hand and a very long stick with my right hand, trying to shove the mango into a cup at the end of the stick. Oh, who cares about those puny little fruits: I'm only interested in those mondo mangos the size of 38D, even though those don't fit in the cup. More often they balance on the surface of the cup while I slowly slide the stick down where I can reach for it with my left hand, while I gradually climb down the ladder. And those pesky army ants! Anyway, the mutant mango is almost the size of a football, but it's not exactly shaped like a mango: it's like the front end of the fruit is overgrown with with a symmetrical tumor, as if a pumpkin is fused with a mango. I encountered another mutant mango a week ago, but this one is just HUGE. However on the last mutant mango, the tumorous part rotted first. It could be that I dropped it when I picked it, and it fell on a rock which punctured it. InsyaAllah, this mutant mango I have now will ripen perfectly, and I will give it to my Mom. A Mondo Mutant Mango for My Momma!
Hey Julia, the time to really know who your best friends are is when there is trouble. I guess that's the use of trouble, for it brings out the true colors of people. This especially concerns your Islam: who will run, and who will stand their ground? Who will be covetous, and fearful at the prospect of death? And when the trouble is over, who will be the first to bitch and moan?
Qur'an 20120515
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
14. And if an entry had been effected to them from the sides, and they had been incited to sedition, they would have certainly brought it to pass, with none but a brief delay!
15. And yet they had already covenanted with Allah not to turn their backs, and a covenant with Allah must be answered for.
16. Say, "Running away will not profit you if you are running away from death or slaughter, and even if, no more than a respite will you be allowed to enjoy!"
17. Say, "Who is it that can screen you from Allah if it be God's wish to give you punishment, or to give you mercy?" Nor will they find for themselves, besides Allah, any protector or helper.
18. Verily Allah knows those among you who keep back, and those who say to their brethren, "Come along to us," but come not to the fight except for just a little while.
19. Covetous over you. Then when fear comes, you will see them looking at you, their eyes revolving like one over whom hovers death. But when the fear is past, they will smite you with sharp tongues, covetous of goods. Such men have no faith, and so Allah has made their deeds of no effect, and that is easy for Allah.
The Confederates 33:14-19
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Running away will not profit you if you are running away from death or slaughter, and even if, no more than a respite will you be allowed to enjoy!
Who is it that can screen you from Allah if it be God's wish to give you punishment, or to give you mercy?
14. And if an entry had been effected to them from the sides, and they had been incited to sedition, they would have certainly brought it to pass, with none but a brief delay!
15. And yet they had already covenanted with Allah not to turn their backs, and a covenant with Allah must be answered for.
16. Say, "Running away will not profit you if you are running away from death or slaughter, and even if, no more than a respite will you be allowed to enjoy!"
17. Say, "Who is it that can screen you from Allah if it be God's wish to give you punishment, or to give you mercy?" Nor will they find for themselves, besides Allah, any protector or helper.
18. Verily Allah knows those among you who keep back, and those who say to their brethren, "Come along to us," but come not to the fight except for just a little while.
19. Covetous over you. Then when fear comes, you will see them looking at you, their eyes revolving like one over whom hovers death. But when the fear is past, they will smite you with sharp tongues, covetous of goods. Such men have no faith, and so Allah has made their deeds of no effect, and that is easy for Allah.
The Confederates 33:14-19
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Running away will not profit you if you are running away from death or slaughter, and even if, no more than a respite will you be allowed to enjoy!
Who is it that can screen you from Allah if it be God's wish to give you punishment, or to give you mercy?
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120514
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, my dearest Julia. How are you feeling? I'm sitting here listening to Parliament and writing my love letter to you. I've been listening to nothing but Parliament all the time lately. It's near the end of mango season here at Casa de Julia. I've been picking the last of the mangos off the the tree in my front yard. It is a huge tree. I can't seem to tell when the fruit is ripe enough to pick, and there are so many fruit that I can't stop the ones that fall to the ground. Once the fruit drops to the ground it's pretty much useless. The only way I know the fruit is ripe enough to pick is to leave it alone and age for about 2 months. About 50 mangos of that tree went to waste this year. But there are too many of the good fruits for me to eat! So we give them away. There are still a few more fruit on the topmost branches, and I have to try to get them so they don't go to waste. Want some?
Love is such an old-fashiond thing. I do love you, my Julia. And ours is such an old-fashioned romance. With my keeping chaste and preparing a home and life together with you, that we will be together at all times, and that you will have a good and happy life. I am not a fortune teller: I am a servant of Allah. And you must seem like a mother figure to your Victoria's Secret buddies, huh?
Hi there, my dearest Julia. How are you feeling? I'm sitting here listening to Parliament and writing my love letter to you. I've been listening to nothing but Parliament all the time lately. It's near the end of mango season here at Casa de Julia. I've been picking the last of the mangos off the the tree in my front yard. It is a huge tree. I can't seem to tell when the fruit is ripe enough to pick, and there are so many fruit that I can't stop the ones that fall to the ground. Once the fruit drops to the ground it's pretty much useless. The only way I know the fruit is ripe enough to pick is to leave it alone and age for about 2 months. About 50 mangos of that tree went to waste this year. But there are too many of the good fruits for me to eat! So we give them away. There are still a few more fruit on the topmost branches, and I have to try to get them so they don't go to waste. Want some?
Love is such an old-fashiond thing. I do love you, my Julia. And ours is such an old-fashioned romance. With my keeping chaste and preparing a home and life together with you, that we will be together at all times, and that you will have a good and happy life. I am not a fortune teller: I am a servant of Allah. And you must seem like a mother figure to your Victoria's Secret buddies, huh?
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120511
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
I had to watch "The Avengers" last night. I don't usually watch a movie just as it's being a blockbuster, Julia. I usually wait until it becomes cheaper and more convenient, but I had my orders. I'm more of a mutant lover myself. The X-men movies were good even though Wolverine was too tall and too talkative, but a letdown compared with the comic books I grew up on. I suppose it has something to do with everything being crammed into 2 hours with people living out their lives as quickly as possible with near zero character development. But I was a spotty little comic geek when I was young anyway with no other life worth living, and totally in lovelust with cartoon girls. In fact, I was such a loser that I wrote a letter to the X-men some time after the Great Mutant Massacre. Damn, it got published. But I gave up the bad habit of collecting comics when the franchise became more franchisey, and my favorite writer got diluted into the corporation. I sold my entire valuable comic collection for US$200, which is probably worth 40 times that much today. C'est la vie.
Oh, about "The Avengers", I really loved it when the Hulk beat up on the demigods, and from the sound of it, the crowd loved it too. And Scarlett Johansson should have been the Scarlet Witch instead of the Black Widow. Or even the Wasp. But I'm not really much of an Avengers fan, so I guess it doesn't really matter. At least to me.
I had to watch "The Avengers" last night. I don't usually watch a movie just as it's being a blockbuster, Julia. I usually wait until it becomes cheaper and more convenient, but I had my orders. I'm more of a mutant lover myself. The X-men movies were good even though Wolverine was too tall and too talkative, but a letdown compared with the comic books I grew up on. I suppose it has something to do with everything being crammed into 2 hours with people living out their lives as quickly as possible with near zero character development. But I was a spotty little comic geek when I was young anyway with no other life worth living, and totally in lovelust with cartoon girls. In fact, I was such a loser that I wrote a letter to the X-men some time after the Great Mutant Massacre. Damn, it got published. But I gave up the bad habit of collecting comics when the franchise became more franchisey, and my favorite writer got diluted into the corporation. I sold my entire valuable comic collection for US$200, which is probably worth 40 times that much today. C'est la vie.
Oh, about "The Avengers", I really loved it when the Hulk beat up on the demigods, and from the sound of it, the crowd loved it too. And Scarlett Johansson should have been the Scarlet Witch instead of the Black Widow. Or even the Wasp. But I'm not really much of an Avengers fan, so I guess it doesn't really matter. At least to me.
Qur'an 20120511
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
28. They say, "When will this Decision be, if you are telling the truth?"
29. Say, "On the Day of Decision, no profit will it be to unbelievers if they believe! Nor will they be granted a respite."
The Prostration 32:28-29
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On the Day of Decision, no profit will it be to unbelievers if they believe! Nor will they be granted a respite.
28. They say, "When will this Decision be, if you are telling the truth?"
29. Say, "On the Day of Decision, no profit will it be to unbelievers if they believe! Nor will they be granted a respite."
The Prostration 32:28-29
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On the Day of Decision, no profit will it be to unbelievers if they believe! Nor will they be granted a respite.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120510
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
So, I grilled a fish yesterday. Oh Julia, even taking a day off to be lazy takes preparation nowadays, and by the day is over, I find myself busting ass like I have been doing everyday lately. How about you? We must try to slow down, Julia! Anyway, as the sauce for my noodles is boiling away, I am writing this love letter to my sweetie. Hi Sweetie! I love you! But this morning I grilled a fish. I bought a big fish on Monday to be grilled today, but yesterday my Dad gave me an even bigger fish, so I grilled that one. Thanks, Dad! Anyway, it was such a perfect fish to deal with. What I mean is that when I gutted the fish, I was able to take out the gills, heart, stomach, and intestines, and thoroughly flush out the cavity while leaving the liver and roe intact, still hanging tight onto the membrane. A small miracle for my eyes only! The roe was my favorite condition as well, not too mature and not too small, with a nice creamy and consistent texture, kind of like the liver. My Mom turned me on to using grated coconut as stuffing, you know like croutons are used to stuff turkey. Thanks Mom! For RM1 I get a bag full of grated coconut, so I made stuffing for 2 large fish, and still have half a bag left in my cooler. I fried up the coconut with onion, lemongrass and salt, until it turned dark, then covered it up to cool overnight. I stuffed the fish with fried whole garlic cloves as well as the stuffing. The fish grilled up perfectly as well: nice and moist and flavorful to eat. I ate half of the fish, and used the rest of the meat for my fried noodles at dinner.
Want some?
So, I grilled a fish yesterday. Oh Julia, even taking a day off to be lazy takes preparation nowadays, and by the day is over, I find myself busting ass like I have been doing everyday lately. How about you? We must try to slow down, Julia! Anyway, as the sauce for my noodles is boiling away, I am writing this love letter to my sweetie. Hi Sweetie! I love you! But this morning I grilled a fish. I bought a big fish on Monday to be grilled today, but yesterday my Dad gave me an even bigger fish, so I grilled that one. Thanks, Dad! Anyway, it was such a perfect fish to deal with. What I mean is that when I gutted the fish, I was able to take out the gills, heart, stomach, and intestines, and thoroughly flush out the cavity while leaving the liver and roe intact, still hanging tight onto the membrane. A small miracle for my eyes only! The roe was my favorite condition as well, not too mature and not too small, with a nice creamy and consistent texture, kind of like the liver. My Mom turned me on to using grated coconut as stuffing, you know like croutons are used to stuff turkey. Thanks Mom! For RM1 I get a bag full of grated coconut, so I made stuffing for 2 large fish, and still have half a bag left in my cooler. I fried up the coconut with onion, lemongrass and salt, until it turned dark, then covered it up to cool overnight. I stuffed the fish with fried whole garlic cloves as well as the stuffing. The fish grilled up perfectly as well: nice and moist and flavorful to eat. I ate half of the fish, and used the rest of the meat for my fried noodles at dinner.
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