In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Lately, the food my Mom has been serving me at her house has been so awesome. The ingredients have been classy and perfectly cooked, and the recipes were very calculated. Plus, my stomach didn't lodge a single complaint! Whoever cooked all that delicious food is a very intelligent cook. Last night, I was about to prepare pepper steak for myself again. I love pepper steak. It's super spicy, but my stomach absorbs all of it. Then I found clams going for RM5 for 2 kilos when I went to night market, so I decided to have clams instead. The key to cooking clams is clam broth: the juices inside the clam that spill out when you heat up the clam and it opens up. It's already very salty, so whatever fond you create must have minimal salt. Clam broth becomes poisonous quickly, so use up any leftover clam broth immediately! I also bought half a kilo of mackerel. Most cooks here like to throw in the mackerel into their soups and sauces bones and heads included. I like to fillet and remove the heads of mackerel. I keep the fillets for cooking or eating raw, and the bones I fry up until crisp as an alternative source of calcium to milk, which gives me the runs. Plus, I like the flavor. I offered some fried fish bones to my parents once, and they both gave me the dirtiest look in the world.
Grappling hooks are used for climbing. The symbolism of grappling hooks being used to lock a door as it applies to us is that we need not seek anymore status or recognition. We are already as high as we can be. All we need to do is just be ourselves, and to live as normally and happily with each other as possible. Then as we enter the darkness of the sundry shop, we must remember that it is wisest to grow slowly, using resources that are already available. We must SLOW DOWN. We must pray for Allah to strengthen our faith, to God and to each other, and to make our path together easy.
I love you, Julia.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120702
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hello, my beloved young angel Julia. If it be that you are close by with the intent to marry me, then you have done a righteous thing, for you have chosen love over money in the name of Allah. Our love may have broken down a locked door, but it is the door of an old sundry shop, and it is dark inside. Do you know what a sundry shop is, Julia? It is a small grocery store the size of a convenience store, which is independently owned with small capital, and look as thus. And there is one more locked door before we enter the darkness, a door which is bolted down with grappling hooks. In the darkness could be diamonds and gold or otherwise, who knows? So please please please pray that Allah grants me my own wealth so I can treat you well. It would break my heart to see you live in poverty as I am. I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I want the best for you, for you are my love, my heart, my soul. So I must live and be patient and faithful that Allah will grant us all that we need.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hello, my beloved young angel Julia. If it be that you are close by with the intent to marry me, then you have done a righteous thing, for you have chosen love over money in the name of Allah. Our love may have broken down a locked door, but it is the door of an old sundry shop, and it is dark inside. Do you know what a sundry shop is, Julia? It is a small grocery store the size of a convenience store, which is independently owned with small capital, and look as thus. And there is one more locked door before we enter the darkness, a door which is bolted down with grappling hooks. In the darkness could be diamonds and gold or otherwise, who knows? So please please please pray that Allah grants me my own wealth so I can treat you well. It would break my heart to see you live in poverty as I am. I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I want the best for you, for you are my love, my heart, my soul. So I must live and be patient and faithful that Allah will grant us all that we need.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120630
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hi Julia! Lately I've been getting the sensation that you are really close by. I think it's because the men are getting increasingly belligerent around me. **snarl** You are so beautiful, I suppose that's part of life. Ya Allah, please protect Julia and I and all the ones we love. I don't know if you're getting a chance to read my love letters lately, but since I do love you, I feel obligated to write them since I have be here anyway.
Anyway, next month is fasting month. You know how to fast, right? In a nutshell, no food, drink, sex or swearing from dawn to sunset. If you are on your period then you are exempt from fasting, but you have to make the days up later before the next Ramadan. You have to voice your intention to fast the day before. I've been looking for a specific incantation for the intent to fast that the Prophet (peace be on him) used, but I couldn't find it. I'll keep looking. What I've been using my whole life, may Allah accept my worship, is (in English) "I hereby fast tomorrow in the month of Ramadan of this year, for the sake of Allah, the Most High." Of course, before any act of worship, you seek protection with Allah from Satan the rejected, and you invoke the name of God by saying, "In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful."
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hi Julia! Lately I've been getting the sensation that you are really close by. I think it's because the men are getting increasingly belligerent around me. **snarl** You are so beautiful, I suppose that's part of life. Ya Allah, please protect Julia and I and all the ones we love. I don't know if you're getting a chance to read my love letters lately, but since I do love you, I feel obligated to write them since I have be here anyway.
Anyway, next month is fasting month. You know how to fast, right? In a nutshell, no food, drink, sex or swearing from dawn to sunset. If you are on your period then you are exempt from fasting, but you have to make the days up later before the next Ramadan. You have to voice your intention to fast the day before. I've been looking for a specific incantation for the intent to fast that the Prophet (peace be on him) used, but I couldn't find it. I'll keep looking. What I've been using my whole life, may Allah accept my worship, is (in English) "I hereby fast tomorrow in the month of Ramadan of this year, for the sake of Allah, the Most High." Of course, before any act of worship, you seek protection with Allah from Satan the rejected, and you invoke the name of God by saying, "In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful."
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120628
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hello, my beloved young lady Julia. How are you feeling? I pray you feeling secure and confident. The compound of my grandfather's old house is clearing up slowly but nicely. I've been the only one doing all the work, and vegetation springs back up quickly. The place used to be a miniature jungle, but now it's beginning to look a little civilized. I'm at the point now where I'm tearing down the house little by little. My grandfather built some ramshackle wings to the house for some reason: the main house is well-built and looks good, but in their later years my grandparents lived in primitive, squatter-like extensions to the house. I don't know why. I've torn down one extension, now there is a large tree in my way which I have to chop down. But before I do that, I'll tidy up the grounds and collect scrap metal for the scrap metal guy. I work like an ant: slowly and meticulously. While I do this, I also have to tend the grounds of my own house, and my parents' house. I've been growing red hot chili peppers. Things are growing like mad right now. Praise Allah.
Julia, for dinner tonight, how about you have a steak with sliced peaches and grapes, and a bottle of that raspberry flavored sparkling water?
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hello, my beloved young lady Julia. How are you feeling? I pray you feeling secure and confident. The compound of my grandfather's old house is clearing up slowly but nicely. I've been the only one doing all the work, and vegetation springs back up quickly. The place used to be a miniature jungle, but now it's beginning to look a little civilized. I'm at the point now where I'm tearing down the house little by little. My grandfather built some ramshackle wings to the house for some reason: the main house is well-built and looks good, but in their later years my grandparents lived in primitive, squatter-like extensions to the house. I don't know why. I've torn down one extension, now there is a large tree in my way which I have to chop down. But before I do that, I'll tidy up the grounds and collect scrap metal for the scrap metal guy. I work like an ant: slowly and meticulously. While I do this, I also have to tend the grounds of my own house, and my parents' house. I've been growing red hot chili peppers. Things are growing like mad right now. Praise Allah.
Julia, for dinner tonight, how about you have a steak with sliced peaches and grapes, and a bottle of that raspberry flavored sparkling water?
Monday, June 25, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120626
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
This little house I live in now can get so awfully hot, especially in the afternoon, and between sunset and midnight. I don't stay indoors after the late afternoon prayer, because that's my time for yard work. I think it's because circulation is poor, and the air stagnates in here. The circulation is poor in my parents' house too, because I'm always vacuuming a lot of dust in there, but it keeps much cooler than my house. Subsequently, they consume less power for air-conditioning. I can't fathom why my little house is so hot. I hope the house I share with you stays much cooler.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
This little house I live in now can get so awfully hot, especially in the afternoon, and between sunset and midnight. I don't stay indoors after the late afternoon prayer, because that's my time for yard work. I think it's because circulation is poor, and the air stagnates in here. The circulation is poor in my parents' house too, because I'm always vacuuming a lot of dust in there, but it keeps much cooler than my house. Subsequently, they consume less power for air-conditioning. I can't fathom why my little house is so hot. I hope the house I share with you stays much cooler.
Qur'an 20120626
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
12. Truly do you marvel, while they ridicule.
13. And when they are admonished, pay no heed,
14. And when they see a Sign, turn it into mockery,
15. And say, "This is nothing but evident sorcery!"
16. "What? When we die, and become dust and bones, shall we be raised up?"
17. "And also our fathers of old?"
18. Say, "Yes, and you shall then be humiliated."
19. Then it will be a single cry, and behold, they will begin to to see!
20. They will say, "Ah! Woe is us! This is the Day of Judgment!"
21. This is the Day of Sorting Out, whose Truth you denied!
Those ranged in ranks 37:12-21
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Yes, and you shall then be humiliated.
12. Truly do you marvel, while they ridicule.
13. And when they are admonished, pay no heed,
14. And when they see a Sign, turn it into mockery,
15. And say, "This is nothing but evident sorcery!"
16. "What? When we die, and become dust and bones, shall we be raised up?"
17. "And also our fathers of old?"
18. Say, "Yes, and you shall then be humiliated."
19. Then it will be a single cry, and behold, they will begin to to see!
20. They will say, "Ah! Woe is us! This is the Day of Judgment!"
21. This is the Day of Sorting Out, whose Truth you denied!
Those ranged in ranks 37:12-21
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Yes, and you shall then be humiliated.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120625
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Oh, my dearest sweet beautiful young Julia. How I love you so much, you are all I could ever dream of in a girl, thank you so very much for your love. We have such an old-fashioned love, don't we? So formal, so many people involved. And I, this old soldier, waits patiently for Allah to allow our marriage to happen, with great happiness and security. You are so very innocent. You must pray that Allah grants me the wealth necessary to give you the life of a princess. And you are a princess, you are MY princess, and I love you with all my heart. Even with money, whether it be whatever Allah gives me or yours and your bridal purse, it takes time to build a dream home. Attention must be paid to detail, and workers must be personally supervised. Where are you going to live until then? Even with this tiny home I live in now, modifications need to be made for you even to stay for a short while. Doorways need to be made taller, and you need your own bathroom, because you are a princess. You are MY princess. And most likely you will be pregnant quickly, insyaAllah. Have you thought about that? Well, like the chaotician said in "Jurassic Park", "Life finds a way". InsyaAllah. Please pray with all your heart that Allah will grant us everything we need together, and more. I love you, Julia.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Oh, my dearest sweet beautiful young Julia. How I love you so much, you are all I could ever dream of in a girl, thank you so very much for your love. We have such an old-fashioned love, don't we? So formal, so many people involved. And I, this old soldier, waits patiently for Allah to allow our marriage to happen, with great happiness and security. You are so very innocent. You must pray that Allah grants me the wealth necessary to give you the life of a princess. And you are a princess, you are MY princess, and I love you with all my heart. Even with money, whether it be whatever Allah gives me or yours and your bridal purse, it takes time to build a dream home. Attention must be paid to detail, and workers must be personally supervised. Where are you going to live until then? Even with this tiny home I live in now, modifications need to be made for you even to stay for a short while. Doorways need to be made taller, and you need your own bathroom, because you are a princess. You are MY princess. And most likely you will be pregnant quickly, insyaAllah. Have you thought about that? Well, like the chaotician said in "Jurassic Park", "Life finds a way". InsyaAllah. Please pray with all your heart that Allah will grant us everything we need together, and more. I love you, Julia.
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