In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello, beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today? I pray that you are feeling healthy and confident. I just had steak and eggs for dinner. I seem to talk about food a lot, don't I? Allah gave me some knowledge of cooking, for which I am grateful, and I love good food. Are you trying your hand at cooking? It's a nice way to pass the time, plus I'm sure you would want to make something for your children. Make sure you start off with a small to medium fire on the stove top. It makes for better control, and less dangerous. I went to the market at 7 am this morning. I always wake up early for the dawn prayer, but this time I didn't go back to sleep. My Mom said that she likes my stuffed wontons, so I went and got some wonton and spring roll skins, and tofu. When we are married inshaAllah, we will have to get up and out early for raw foods, otherwise they sell out.
So how are you coping with a romance in the Public Eye? The best way to do this is to ignore all those other humans, and focus on us. Don't you agree? I want you to know that I sincerely love you, and care for you deeply. I love you and I need you.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150318
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Erin, I saw that Valentine's Day thingy you did for the swimsuit 2015. I kind of got the sensation that you were displeased with me? If it's because I don't acknowledge Valentine's Day, then I ask you to forgive me. It is most certainly because I refuse to join partners with Allah, and if you believe such a reason is trivial, to me it is most serious. I have to live a spiritual life for Allah: I have no choice in that matter. Let's just say that I have chosen my camp, and I intend to die there. I have been doing so for decades already, it is my reality, and it is the reality of us, of how we came to be in love. If God had not made you love me, you wouldn't have given me a second thought! You are my wife inshaAllah, and you will have to live this reality with me.
Or perhaps I misread you. Perhaps you have something else crossing your heart. I sincerely love you everyday, but I won't celebrate Valentine's Day. I'm not trying to change you in this matter, I'm trying to not change me. So please forgive me, whatever it is. I can be clueless too. I love you, and I need you.
Do you like squid? I made some squid in marinara sauce and lime juice, and cooked up two big, fat tortillas. One for you, and one for me.
Erin, I saw that Valentine's Day thingy you did for the swimsuit 2015. I kind of got the sensation that you were displeased with me? If it's because I don't acknowledge Valentine's Day, then I ask you to forgive me. It is most certainly because I refuse to join partners with Allah, and if you believe such a reason is trivial, to me it is most serious. I have to live a spiritual life for Allah: I have no choice in that matter. Let's just say that I have chosen my camp, and I intend to die there. I have been doing so for decades already, it is my reality, and it is the reality of us, of how we came to be in love. If God had not made you love me, you wouldn't have given me a second thought! You are my wife inshaAllah, and you will have to live this reality with me.
Or perhaps I misread you. Perhaps you have something else crossing your heart. I sincerely love you everyday, but I won't celebrate Valentine's Day. I'm not trying to change you in this matter, I'm trying to not change me. So please forgive me, whatever it is. I can be clueless too. I love you, and I need you.
Do you like squid? I made some squid in marinara sauce and lime juice, and cooked up two big, fat tortillas. One for you, and one for me.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150316
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Erin, you are such a sweetheart. You are my beautiful sweetheart, and I love you so. Please know that only God is perfect. I'm just the one who loves you, I want you to be safe, and I want you to be happy and happy with me. I know that you are best you, no one else can be you, and you are my girl, the girl I love. People will keep trying to change you, so hang on to yourself. You're already at the top of your game mashaAllah, so you don't have to do much of anything but be yourself. The most beautiful girl in the world. MY girl. So just stay at home if you're not working, and relax. I love you, and I need you. By the way, have you met my clones? If you need the real me, you know where to find me.
I just made the best batch of chili in my entire life! The other day, my Mom gave me some trash beef which consisted mostly of fat and gristle, and told me to grill it. She has some salty seasoning on it, I removed the gristle, then burned it to medium. Not intentionally! I was trying to man the grill, them Mom yelled at me to watch her make curry. I love you, Mom! I also burned my fish. Anyway, I sliced up all that fatty beef and stuck it in the cooler. So today I fried up some garlic, onions, a can of baked beans in tomato sauce, red hot pepper puree, then chopped up all that charcoal burned fatty beef (Warning! Burned animal fat is a carsonigen! But I'm not doing the nasty with anybody right now, so it's unlikely that I spawn mutant children) and slow cooked it as chili. Oh my God! SubhanAllah! Alhamdulillah! LailahailAllah! Allahuakbar! This chili is from heaven! You must try some!
Erin, you are such a sweetheart. You are my beautiful sweetheart, and I love you so. Please know that only God is perfect. I'm just the one who loves you, I want you to be safe, and I want you to be happy and happy with me. I know that you are best you, no one else can be you, and you are my girl, the girl I love. People will keep trying to change you, so hang on to yourself. You're already at the top of your game mashaAllah, so you don't have to do much of anything but be yourself. The most beautiful girl in the world. MY girl. So just stay at home if you're not working, and relax. I love you, and I need you. By the way, have you met my clones? If you need the real me, you know where to find me.
I just made the best batch of chili in my entire life! The other day, my Mom gave me some trash beef which consisted mostly of fat and gristle, and told me to grill it. She has some salty seasoning on it, I removed the gristle, then burned it to medium. Not intentionally! I was trying to man the grill, them Mom yelled at me to watch her make curry. I love you, Mom! I also burned my fish. Anyway, I sliced up all that fatty beef and stuck it in the cooler. So today I fried up some garlic, onions, a can of baked beans in tomato sauce, red hot pepper puree, then chopped up all that charcoal burned fatty beef (Warning! Burned animal fat is a carsonigen! But I'm not doing the nasty with anybody right now, so it's unlikely that I spawn mutant children) and slow cooked it as chili. Oh my God! SubhanAllah! Alhamdulillah! LailahailAllah! Allahuakbar! This chili is from heaven! You must try some!
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150314
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
I am a creature of feedback, so I have my vocal microphone setup in my bedroom marked so it can be the same every time I rehearse. Today I had to voice train right after I returned from Friday prayer. When I did, my bedroom was hot, so I turned on the AC. Then I turned on the PA system, and I was overwhelmed my massive feedback on both high and low frequencies, and I had to turn everything down way past my usual settings. Then I started to sing, and everything sounded wimpy and wrong, and it made me uncomfortable. The room cooled down eventually, and I found out that I could turn everything up to my normal levels. The hot air made the feedback uncontrollable, Science! Ya Allah, thank you for the music.
Erin, that was a beautiful black suit you were wearing, and I must say that you looked totally hot in it. It turned me on! So sexy! If you had put up your hair and showed off your lovely neck to me, I would have been even more turned on. But you didn't put your hair up because you didn't want to attract vampires, right? Oh, no! Ya Allah, please protect my beloved Erin. Ya Allah, thank You for Erin, and for making her so beautiful. Erin, thank you for your love. I love you, and I need you.
Alhamdulillah. Praise be to Allah, Lord of the worlds.
I am a creature of feedback, so I have my vocal microphone setup in my bedroom marked so it can be the same every time I rehearse. Today I had to voice train right after I returned from Friday prayer. When I did, my bedroom was hot, so I turned on the AC. Then I turned on the PA system, and I was overwhelmed my massive feedback on both high and low frequencies, and I had to turn everything down way past my usual settings. Then I started to sing, and everything sounded wimpy and wrong, and it made me uncomfortable. The room cooled down eventually, and I found out that I could turn everything up to my normal levels. The hot air made the feedback uncontrollable, Science! Ya Allah, thank you for the music.
Erin, that was a beautiful black suit you were wearing, and I must say that you looked totally hot in it. It turned me on! So sexy! If you had put up your hair and showed off your lovely neck to me, I would have been even more turned on. But you didn't put your hair up because you didn't want to attract vampires, right? Oh, no! Ya Allah, please protect my beloved Erin. Ya Allah, thank You for Erin, and for making her so beautiful. Erin, thank you for your love. I love you, and I need you.
Alhamdulillah. Praise be to Allah, Lord of the worlds.
Qur'an 20150314
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
64. Say, "Is it someone other than Allah that you order me to worship, o you ignorant ones?"
65. But it has already been revealed to you, as it was to those before you, if you were to falsely worship, truly fruitless will be your work, and you will surely be in the ranks of those who lose.
66. No but worship Allah, and be of those who give thanks.
The crowds 39:64-66
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Is it someone other than Allah that you order me to worship, o you ignorant ones?
64. Say, "Is it someone other than Allah that you order me to worship, o you ignorant ones?"
65. But it has already been revealed to you, as it was to those before you, if you were to falsely worship, truly fruitless will be your work, and you will surely be in the ranks of those who lose.
66. No but worship Allah, and be of those who give thanks.
The crowds 39:64-66
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Is it someone other than Allah that you order me to worship, o you ignorant ones?
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150312
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Aaaaa! Busy, busy! The Qur'an won't let me rest this week. Sweetheart I love you with all my heart, but I don't usually blog everyday. It's the commute that's the problem: fame can be a real drag. You ought to know what I mean, people wanting to touch you all the time and shit like that. In my case, people wanting to touch me with their vehicles while driving at top speed. No, it's not a blessing. If I had a home Internet connection, I would write everyday inshaAllah, I would at least keep some sort of diary/love letter. But this week I have to post the Qur'an everyday. I'll take this Friday off, though. I need to cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah.
When we are married, you're going to have to put up with me everyday. I warn you now, I'm a lazy slob musician. I like to sleep on the floor. Even if I were a billionaire, I would still sleep on the floor. I can spend long hours working on music and computers. I can spend long hours just watching TV. I like my own cooking: Allah gave me some knowledge of cooking, and that helps me get out of the house and get busy. For dinner today is fried spring rolls. I've been working on cutting down the grease, and I'm getting close to a system. Today's flavor is chicken curry, tofu, cilantro and onion. I had some leftover chicken curry, so I drained out the water, and mixed it in with the other ingredients, rolled them up, and fried them. Hey, it worked! Want some? Quite filling, actually. I didn't eat your portion. I put it in the cooler for later.
So are you learning to relax and ride the spiritual wave? Do you know what I mean? Yeah fame can be a real drag, but I learned after a while that no matter how hard you work, wherever you go there you are: you would be just as famous (or not famous) anyway. So why overwork? Work when you have to. Work when you're motivated. Float through work. Dream through work. I dream of you. I love you, and I need you.
Aaaaa! Busy, busy! The Qur'an won't let me rest this week. Sweetheart I love you with all my heart, but I don't usually blog everyday. It's the commute that's the problem: fame can be a real drag. You ought to know what I mean, people wanting to touch you all the time and shit like that. In my case, people wanting to touch me with their vehicles while driving at top speed. No, it's not a blessing. If I had a home Internet connection, I would write everyday inshaAllah, I would at least keep some sort of diary/love letter. But this week I have to post the Qur'an everyday. I'll take this Friday off, though. I need to cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah.
When we are married, you're going to have to put up with me everyday. I warn you now, I'm a lazy slob musician. I like to sleep on the floor. Even if I were a billionaire, I would still sleep on the floor. I can spend long hours working on music and computers. I can spend long hours just watching TV. I like my own cooking: Allah gave me some knowledge of cooking, and that helps me get out of the house and get busy. For dinner today is fried spring rolls. I've been working on cutting down the grease, and I'm getting close to a system. Today's flavor is chicken curry, tofu, cilantro and onion. I had some leftover chicken curry, so I drained out the water, and mixed it in with the other ingredients, rolled them up, and fried them. Hey, it worked! Want some? Quite filling, actually. I didn't eat your portion. I put it in the cooler for later.
So are you learning to relax and ride the spiritual wave? Do you know what I mean? Yeah fame can be a real drag, but I learned after a while that no matter how hard you work, wherever you go there you are: you would be just as famous (or not famous) anyway. So why overwork? Work when you have to. Work when you're motivated. Float through work. Dream through work. I dream of you. I love you, and I need you.
Qur'an 20150312
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
53. Say, "O servants who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not the mercy of Allah, for Allah forgives all sins, for God is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."
The crowds 39:53
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O servants who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not the mercy of Allah, for Allah forgives all sins, for God is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.
53. Say, "O servants who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not the mercy of Allah, for Allah forgives all sins, for God is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."
The crowds 39:53
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O servants who have transgressed against their souls! Despair not the mercy of Allah, for Allah forgives all sins, for God is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.
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