Sunday, January 27, 2013

Letter to Julia 20130127

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hi Julia!  How are you feeling today?  Have you been a good girl?  Please maintain your prayers, because in the future, we'll be praying together, insyaAllah.  My brother just got his small son a full size Wilson basketball.  I suppose we could put a hoop out on the concrete in front of my office/bedroom window, where I hope to put a carport, insyaAllah.  The problem is that it's right by the elementary school road, so the whole world will watch you shoot hoops.  I suppose it would be OK if you dress appropriately, but I'm sure you need a basketball partner, and I would be a pushover.  You wouldn't even have to take a single step.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Letter to Julia 20130125

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hey there, my beloved.  How are you feeling today?  Please take good care of yourself, because I love you so much.  It has been rather edgy for me both on and off the Internet, but hey, that's the music for you.  The music is from Allah, so I use it to serve Allah.  No I'm no hero, just some lonely and destitute old man who longs to be married to the girl he loves.  Meanwhile, I've finally figured out how to pan fry beef brisket perfectly.  The secret is: no liquid seasonings!  My favorite cut of beef has to be ribeye.  Also the ribs themselves, I love BBQ beef ribs!  Perhaps if we become wealthy enough insyaAllah, we can buy our own steer, take the cuts we want, and donate the rest to the masjid.  We'll need a freezer!

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Letter to Julia 20130123

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.

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!

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.


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.

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.