In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh, hi Julia. How are you feeling? Please learn how to slow down, and try to make others conform to your schedule. You are my beautiful princess, and I love you with all my heart. I've been doing some studying. Jimi Hendrix, the Doors, Pink Floyd. Comparing myself with them, I'm an utter disgrace to the rock star concept. I'm old, I'm destitute, I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs, I don't have any tattoos, I don't slut around, I don't tour, I've never been signed, I don't have any hit records, I despise the mass media, I don't party, I don't want to be worshiped, and I don't worship the devil. I'm a complete disgrace to the stuffy old conformist and conventional rock and roll hierarchy. They are the establishment, and I am the rebel. Phooey!
And you are my wife, so please maintain your prayers, and guard your chastity as I guard mine for you, until the time when Allah grants me the means to give you a good married life. InsyaAllah. Please keep the promises you make, fulfill to your obligations, and be true to your testimonies.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130122
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia! Are you busy? You must be, because I see everyone else around me running around like chickens with their heads cut off. If your schedule is crammed to the hilt, then please take the time to rest and eat adequately. I guess I should have blogged yesterday, but I was too lazy. I just couldn't make the supreme effort to shave, take a shower, put on some decent clothes, and make my way downtown like everyone else. I'm soooo lazy! I stayed in bed pretty much all morning until after the noon prayer, taking breaks to feed the cats and have lunch. Being lazy is time-consuming work! I think I loafed around so much, it made me feel slightly sick. Hey, you slow down too, Julia! I want to snuggle with you!
Hi Julia! Are you busy? You must be, because I see everyone else around me running around like chickens with their heads cut off. If your schedule is crammed to the hilt, then please take the time to rest and eat adequately. I guess I should have blogged yesterday, but I was too lazy. I just couldn't make the supreme effort to shave, take a shower, put on some decent clothes, and make my way downtown like everyone else. I'm soooo lazy! I stayed in bed pretty much all morning until after the noon prayer, taking breaks to feed the cats and have lunch. Being lazy is time-consuming work! I think I loafed around so much, it made me feel slightly sick. Hey, you slow down too, Julia! I want to snuggle with you!
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130120
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there Julia, my beloved. Would you like to dance? My feet are clumsy because I once had a foot injury, and I wasn't much of a dancer to begin with. I once was able to dance alone, and throw my hair around (it was long back then), but that just created a wide berth around me. I don't know any dance steps. I'm afraid we're going to have to create our own dance, and hopefully we won't die laughing at me. You lead!
Oh well, if I hadn't injured my foot, I would still be in the food business right now, and would probably never seen my parents again. Even so, it wasn't easy, and I had to still confront the same challenges and rivals as when I was in the USA. Wherever you go, there you are! And you, you are so beautiful and so intense, you are so made for me, and I want to marry you. This is your destiny, is to be loved by me. Your work is elevated too, by the Power of Allah. If not for this path you have taken, you would have been a trend follower instead of a trend setter. Fashion and music! Asia, and Islam. This is our life, and our path. But God is there wherever we may be. You don't have to be in the Holy Land to attain enlightenment. This is for anybody: surrender yourself to Allah, and Allah will make all your choices right. InsyaAllah. Glory to Allah.
Hi there Julia, my beloved. Would you like to dance? My feet are clumsy because I once had a foot injury, and I wasn't much of a dancer to begin with. I once was able to dance alone, and throw my hair around (it was long back then), but that just created a wide berth around me. I don't know any dance steps. I'm afraid we're going to have to create our own dance, and hopefully we won't die laughing at me. You lead!
Oh well, if I hadn't injured my foot, I would still be in the food business right now, and would probably never seen my parents again. Even so, it wasn't easy, and I had to still confront the same challenges and rivals as when I was in the USA. Wherever you go, there you are! And you, you are so beautiful and so intense, you are so made for me, and I want to marry you. This is your destiny, is to be loved by me. Your work is elevated too, by the Power of Allah. If not for this path you have taken, you would have been a trend follower instead of a trend setter. Fashion and music! Asia, and Islam. This is our life, and our path. But God is there wherever we may be. You don't have to be in the Holy Land to attain enlightenment. This is for anybody: surrender yourself to Allah, and Allah will make all your choices right. InsyaAllah. Glory to Allah.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130118
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Aaaaaaa! I hate ironing! Oh, hi Julia. I may hate ironing, but I love you. I'll never make a fashion biz mogul if I can't stand to even iron my own clothes, so it's a good thing you have the aptitude for fashion in the family. What was for your dinner tonight, my love? Are you eating properly, and taking good care of your precious body? I had steak and bamboo shoots for dinner. Yeah, my Dad gave me some brisket, and there's and endless supply of bamboo shoots in the yard. I shouldn't have boiled the bamboo shoots: it sogged up my steak, and I have never been able to pan fry brisket perfectly. The bamboo shoots should have been greasier or drier. Or maybe I should have just stewed the whole thing.
Please forgive for not blogging my love for you since Wednesday. I took my brother's cat to the vet on Thursday. Remember my telling you about that cat? She had some sort of mouth infection, which the vet said gave her mouth ulcers. Well, I've feeding her drugs and antibiotics, but she's only better when she is on medication. The vet said that there's no saving her, and that cats in her condition usually die of starvation. This cat can still eat as long as she is medicated, so I guess I have a cat with a drug dependency. InsyaAllah, I will find a way to nurse her to health.
Aaaaaaa! I hate ironing! Oh, hi Julia. I may hate ironing, but I love you. I'll never make a fashion biz mogul if I can't stand to even iron my own clothes, so it's a good thing you have the aptitude for fashion in the family. What was for your dinner tonight, my love? Are you eating properly, and taking good care of your precious body? I had steak and bamboo shoots for dinner. Yeah, my Dad gave me some brisket, and there's and endless supply of bamboo shoots in the yard. I shouldn't have boiled the bamboo shoots: it sogged up my steak, and I have never been able to pan fry brisket perfectly. The bamboo shoots should have been greasier or drier. Or maybe I should have just stewed the whole thing.
Please forgive for not blogging my love for you since Wednesday. I took my brother's cat to the vet on Thursday. Remember my telling you about that cat? She had some sort of mouth infection, which the vet said gave her mouth ulcers. Well, I've feeding her drugs and antibiotics, but she's only better when she is on medication. The vet said that there's no saving her, and that cats in her condition usually die of starvation. This cat can still eat as long as she is medicated, so I guess I have a cat with a drug dependency. InsyaAllah, I will find a way to nurse her to health.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130115
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey Julia. How are you feeling? I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. Of course I think of you constantly, and I long for our lives together to start as soon as possible. But Allah commands that we be patient. After all, I want to give you a good married life.
Have you ever noticed that everything is so tangled up with everything else , that it's a monumental effort just to get started? For example, I wanted to brew some tea, but my counter top had a big fat bamboo shoot and a bag of fruit on it. So I had to peel the bamboo shoot, and portion out the tender parts, marinade it in the salt brine which was under 3 other containers in the cooler, finish the bag of fruit, bleach down and wipe the counter top (and the stove top since I had the momentum), measure out some tea leaves in the strainer, and put 4 teaspoons of sugar in the teapot. Good thing I boiled the water in the rice cooker while I did all that. Imagine the hurdles I had to jump just to vacuum clean my room. No wonder I'm so damn lazy.
Hey Julia. How are you feeling? I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. Of course I think of you constantly, and I long for our lives together to start as soon as possible. But Allah commands that we be patient. After all, I want to give you a good married life.
Have you ever noticed that everything is so tangled up with everything else , that it's a monumental effort just to get started? For example, I wanted to brew some tea, but my counter top had a big fat bamboo shoot and a bag of fruit on it. So I had to peel the bamboo shoot, and portion out the tender parts, marinade it in the salt brine which was under 3 other containers in the cooler, finish the bag of fruit, bleach down and wipe the counter top (and the stove top since I had the momentum), measure out some tea leaves in the strainer, and put 4 teaspoons of sugar in the teapot. Good thing I boiled the water in the rice cooker while I did all that. Imagine the hurdles I had to jump just to vacuum clean my room. No wonder I'm so damn lazy.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130113
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia. Something tells me you are very busy nowadays, so please get sufficient food and rest, and please maintain your prayers. I have been feeling feverish again, particularly during the day today. I took a couple of aspirin, so I should be OK, insyaAllah. I went to my brother's place for dinner. I had steamboat, I suppose it's a sort of shabu-shabu, y'know where you get served a hot broth on a personal fire, and you cook stuff in it. Except that this is a combination of a Mongolian/Korean type BBQ, so you can grill stuff as well as boil it in the broth. It's fun for a social dinner. I'll take you there someday InsyaAllah, after all, it is my brother's place.
Hi Julia. Something tells me you are very busy nowadays, so please get sufficient food and rest, and please maintain your prayers. I have been feeling feverish again, particularly during the day today. I took a couple of aspirin, so I should be OK, insyaAllah. I went to my brother's place for dinner. I had steamboat, I suppose it's a sort of shabu-shabu, y'know where you get served a hot broth on a personal fire, and you cook stuff in it. Except that this is a combination of a Mongolian/Korean type BBQ, so you can grill stuff as well as boil it in the broth. It's fun for a social dinner. I'll take you there someday InsyaAllah, after all, it is my brother's place.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130111
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
It's not that history might repeat itself. History does repeat itself, history can only repeat itself. I tried to make my community prosper in USA, and I'm trying to make my community prosper now. I was poor then, and I am still poor today. Will economies crash? After all, people refuse to give up the consumption of interest. The Grace of God is also the same, because I am still alive and able to make music. Will God have mercy on me, and kick me out of this loop? Please pray for us Julia, because I love you, and I want to give you a good married life.
Do you know who we are, Julia? Allow me to remind you. I am a servant of Allah, and a follower of prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). I am not a prophet, I am not an angel, I am not a spiritual leader, I am not an imam. I am merely a rock star. You are supermodel. You are my girl, you are my wife. We are a couple. Together, we are one.
It's not that history might repeat itself. History does repeat itself, history can only repeat itself. I tried to make my community prosper in USA, and I'm trying to make my community prosper now. I was poor then, and I am still poor today. Will economies crash? After all, people refuse to give up the consumption of interest. The Grace of God is also the same, because I am still alive and able to make music. Will God have mercy on me, and kick me out of this loop? Please pray for us Julia, because I love you, and I want to give you a good married life.
Do you know who we are, Julia? Allow me to remind you. I am a servant of Allah, and a follower of prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). I am not a prophet, I am not an angel, I am not a spiritual leader, I am not an imam. I am merely a rock star. You are supermodel. You are my girl, you are my wife. We are a couple. Together, we are one.
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