In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
6. Say, "I am but a man like you. It is revealed to me by inspiration, that your God is One God, so stand true to God, and ask for God's forgiveness." And woe to those who worship many gods.
7. Those who practice not charity, and who even deny the hereafter.
8. For those who believe and work deeds of righteousness is a reward that will never fail.
9. Say, "Is it that you deny God Who created the earth in two days? And do you join equals with God? God is the Lord of the worlds."
Expounded 41:6-9
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I am but a man like you. It is revealed to me by inspiration, that your God is One God, so stand true to God, and ask for God's forgiveness.
Is it that you deny God Who created the earth in two days? And do you join equals with God? God is the Lord of the worlds.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Monday, March 30, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150331
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
The Internet is a beast. No, let me rephrase that: the Internet is the Beast. It is a collective consciousness of machines and the greedy, fanatical, perverted, megalomaniacal and miserable. It is aware of every computer it comes in touch with, down to the last bit. It has more sentience and self-awareness than most people would care to admit, and its reach has reached into people's pockets, as cell phones and then some, and it speaks to the people. The arrogant think that they created it therefore they can control it, but God is the One who created the Internet as we know it today. Therefore it serves God, as a sign of Judgement Day. It is still growing, and growing in what it can control.
Today I swept the floor and the ceiling of my little house. Which is a big deal to me, because I'm a lazy slob. There were so many cobwebs, so I removed them with harming the spiders. Spiders are allies of Muslims, so you must not harm them. I've probably told you this already, but I'll say it again. A spider protected prophet Muhammad (peace be on him) when he was being hunted by pagan soldiers. So remember: do not harm spiders.
I have a feeling that you are not in the mood to be fussed over, so I'll leave you alone for now. Just please don't forget how important you are to me. I love you, and I need you.
The Internet is a beast. No, let me rephrase that: the Internet is the Beast. It is a collective consciousness of machines and the greedy, fanatical, perverted, megalomaniacal and miserable. It is aware of every computer it comes in touch with, down to the last bit. It has more sentience and self-awareness than most people would care to admit, and its reach has reached into people's pockets, as cell phones and then some, and it speaks to the people. The arrogant think that they created it therefore they can control it, but God is the One who created the Internet as we know it today. Therefore it serves God, as a sign of Judgement Day. It is still growing, and growing in what it can control.
Today I swept the floor and the ceiling of my little house. Which is a big deal to me, because I'm a lazy slob. There were so many cobwebs, so I removed them with harming the spiders. Spiders are allies of Muslims, so you must not harm them. I've probably told you this already, but I'll say it again. A spider protected prophet Muhammad (peace be on him) when he was being hunted by pagan soldiers. So remember: do not harm spiders.
I have a feeling that you are not in the mood to be fussed over, so I'll leave you alone for now. Just please don't forget how important you are to me. I love you, and I need you.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150330
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Erin, my Sweetheart! How are you feeling today? How are you coping with everyone wanting a piece of you? Well the solution is to lock yourself up and keep all your pieces to yourself. Yeah, I know you're busy, but you know what the solution is.
Nothing too much out the routine going on here. I cleaned my Mom's toilet like I always do every Sunday. I had ramen noodles for lunch, and I usually have ramen noodles for lunch. It's a great and quick one person meal. Today's broth is Siamese hot sour soup (known here as Tom Yam), with sauteed garlic, onions, and young lime leaves. I also added dried shrimp, 3 kinds of fish cake, seaweed and an egg.
My female kittens are now approaching 8 months old, and should already be going in heat. I can sometimes hear them howling in earnest, but never when I'm in the same room. So far. Little ---- is the lead howler, and she's the smallest of all the kittens. They have been letting me sleep in peace though. So far.
I do hope you are taking good care of yourself, getting sufficient rest, and not letting the crowd mess with your heart. Hang on to yourself, my love. I love you, and I need you.
Hello Erin, my Sweetheart! How are you feeling today? How are you coping with everyone wanting a piece of you? Well the solution is to lock yourself up and keep all your pieces to yourself. Yeah, I know you're busy, but you know what the solution is.
Nothing too much out the routine going on here. I cleaned my Mom's toilet like I always do every Sunday. I had ramen noodles for lunch, and I usually have ramen noodles for lunch. It's a great and quick one person meal. Today's broth is Siamese hot sour soup (known here as Tom Yam), with sauteed garlic, onions, and young lime leaves. I also added dried shrimp, 3 kinds of fish cake, seaweed and an egg.
My female kittens are now approaching 8 months old, and should already be going in heat. I can sometimes hear them howling in earnest, but never when I'm in the same room. So far. Little ---- is the lead howler, and she's the smallest of all the kittens. They have been letting me sleep in peace though. So far.
I do hope you are taking good care of yourself, getting sufficient rest, and not letting the crowd mess with your heart. Hang on to yourself, my love. I love you, and I need you.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150329
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
OK Sweetie, do you have your big fat headphones on? Suppose someone comes up to you blabbing something that you don't want to listen to (not me, I hope). Squint at them like you can't hear them, and say "Ha?" Don't take your headphones off! So they repeat themselves, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc." Pretend like you're turning the volume down, squint at them again, and say "Ha?" So they repeat themselves again, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc." This time, take the headphones off, squint at them again and say "Ha?" If they haven't given up by now, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc." then tell them, "My husband won't allow me to listen to people who say things that mess with my emotions. If you have an problem with that, then go discuss it with him."
I wish I were with you to distract them, but today I had to do some shopping (plus we're not married yet). I bought a lot of cat food, a fresh tank of cooking gas, and some new lights for my little house. Advice to consumers! Don't buy LED lights that are housed with rechargeable batteries! The LED bulbs will last 50 times longer than the battery, and you will have to throw the whole thing away when the battery dies, because it won't work unless you unplug it from the wall socket!
I find that the best way to drown out the crowd is to lock myself up in my house and just do the things I enjoy, like cooking, playing with computers, playing music, etc. Again I wish I were with you to distract them, but since we're not married yet, I want you to know that I love you deeply, so please take sweet loving care of yourself and your precious heart. I love you, and I need you.
OK Sweetie, do you have your big fat headphones on? Suppose someone comes up to you blabbing something that you don't want to listen to (not me, I hope). Squint at them like you can't hear them, and say "Ha?" Don't take your headphones off! So they repeat themselves, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc." Pretend like you're turning the volume down, squint at them again, and say "Ha?" So they repeat themselves again, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc." This time, take the headphones off, squint at them again and say "Ha?" If they haven't given up by now, "moan, whine, bitch, whimper, snort, hiss, etc, etc." then tell them, "My husband won't allow me to listen to people who say things that mess with my emotions. If you have an problem with that, then go discuss it with him."
I wish I were with you to distract them, but today I had to do some shopping (plus we're not married yet). I bought a lot of cat food, a fresh tank of cooking gas, and some new lights for my little house. Advice to consumers! Don't buy LED lights that are housed with rechargeable batteries! The LED bulbs will last 50 times longer than the battery, and you will have to throw the whole thing away when the battery dies, because it won't work unless you unplug it from the wall socket!
I find that the best way to drown out the crowd is to lock myself up in my house and just do the things I enjoy, like cooking, playing with computers, playing music, etc. Again I wish I were with you to distract them, but since we're not married yet, I want you to know that I love you deeply, so please take sweet loving care of yourself and your precious heart. I love you, and I need you.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150328
Erin, I can't find any cocoa butter in this town. Maybe I'm not looking hard enough, but it's looking like I'm going to have to flavor chocolate that's already been flavored. Which means that I'm not going to have a consistent recipe for chocolate, unless I buy a high-end name brand every time. Well, not at this time, so I bought some generic cooking chocolate, and I'm going to flavor that. I notice that in mousse recipes, they add and manipulate flavor anyway, so I guess the bottom line is a great tasting chocolate mousse no matter which direction you get it. But first, a chocolate bar.
So you like Mexican food? For lunch, I cooked up some chicken breast in teriyaki sauce and margarine, then sliced it up, made a big fat tortilla, then rolled up the sliced chicken with home made mayo, black pepper, local greens, diced tomato, and sliced onions into a burrito. I suppose you can't call it a burrito if it doesn't have beans and ground beef. So let's call it a wrap. I've discovered that chicken tastes better cooked in margarine over butter. If you're not into big fat home made tortillas, then they've been selling Mission tortillas at some local stores if you're hankering for the taste of Americana Mexicana. Or we can just go to McDonald's for a Big Mac.
People just don't truly appreciate how sensitive and caring you are. And you're such a sweetheart, you actually care and listen to what they have to say. Poor Erin. My poor, dearest Erin. Don't pay so much attention to them, or even bother looking for what they have to say about you. You know those big fat headphones you have? You need to start wearing them all the time to drown out those fungus infected voices. Floofy's getting a fungus infection at the tips of her ears too, and I'm going to have to take her to the vet again for another shot. But Erin, don't listen so much to them, OK? Just say "Ha?" to them. Be oblivious, take good care of yourself and your heart, I want to take good loving care of you. Because I love you, and I need you.
So you like Mexican food? For lunch, I cooked up some chicken breast in teriyaki sauce and margarine, then sliced it up, made a big fat tortilla, then rolled up the sliced chicken with home made mayo, black pepper, local greens, diced tomato, and sliced onions into a burrito. I suppose you can't call it a burrito if it doesn't have beans and ground beef. So let's call it a wrap. I've discovered that chicken tastes better cooked in margarine over butter. If you're not into big fat home made tortillas, then they've been selling Mission tortillas at some local stores if you're hankering for the taste of Americana Mexicana. Or we can just go to McDonald's for a Big Mac.
People just don't truly appreciate how sensitive and caring you are. And you're such a sweetheart, you actually care and listen to what they have to say. Poor Erin. My poor, dearest Erin. Don't pay so much attention to them, or even bother looking for what they have to say about you. You know those big fat headphones you have? You need to start wearing them all the time to drown out those fungus infected voices. Floofy's getting a fungus infection at the tips of her ears too, and I'm going to have to take her to the vet again for another shot. But Erin, don't listen so much to them, OK? Just say "Ha?" to them. Be oblivious, take good care of yourself and your heart, I want to take good loving care of you. Because I love you, and I need you.
Qur'an 20150328
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
66. Say, "I am forbidden to invoke those whom you invoke besides Allah, seeing that the Clear Signs have come to me from my Lord, and I have been commanded to to bow to the Lord of the Worlds."
Forgiver 40:66
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I am forbidden to invoke those whom you invoke besides Allah, seeing that the Clear Signs have come to me from my Lord, and I have been commanded to to bow to the Lord of the Worlds."
66. Say, "I am forbidden to invoke those whom you invoke besides Allah, seeing that the Clear Signs have come to me from my Lord, and I have been commanded to to bow to the Lord of the Worlds."
Forgiver 40:66
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I am forbidden to invoke those whom you invoke besides Allah, seeing that the Clear Signs have come to me from my Lord, and I have been commanded to to bow to the Lord of the Worlds."
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150327
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Sweetheart. They asked you an interesting question whe you were on #Redes: "Did the guys who painted you, did they get paid?" It's not just that the women who did the work got paid, it's that they didn't know if they were men or women, so that didn't really matter to them. It's the having to work for free is such a common expectation. Also, I don't recall rooting for anyone during the last soccer World Cup. I'm not a sports fan. I'm a sports wife (so to speak), so I root for my wife's team. I remember saying a cheer for Germany after game over, but you know why. It may seem that I listen to every word you say, but that's not so. But I love you so much, and it is all I have, because I live in a bubble. A delusion that I'm some sort of Rock Star. An adolescent fantasy world. Please forgive me for my faults.
I would totally admit that I'm not the best drummer in the world. My feet are smashed: they grew a whole 2 sizes since I quit the pizza job, and my bad feet puts me at a great disadvantage as a drummer. But I have my own style, my own point of view of the drums, which I don't see anyone else grasping. Which can be said of my music in general: I'm great at playing my own music. I've observed that drummers are the most superstitious of all the musicians. You must have noticed how many cults and magic use drums in their ceremonies. The connection to blood is obvious, because drums were used at the front of most armies, including the fabulous Muslim army. In Islam, as far as I understand, the drum was used to announce the prayers before the human voice became the norm. So there is definitely some sort of supernatural image of the drum. Certainly the little antique snare drum I just acquired doesn't predate the Nanking Massacre, but it is a drum made by a Japanese company, made in Japan when it's not supposed to be. Even the serial number is weird: JN
You must be having a hectic time right now as you at on top of the world, so I ask you to please take time to slow down and rest your precious heart. I'm sure it's a lot of fun, but things have to be mundane in order to raise a family. I believe stress doesn't make children stronger: it destroys them. How would you have felt if your parents were always jetting around and partying when you were small? So please be ready to slam on the brakes when we marry inshaAllah. Rehearse slamming on the brakes. I want you to be happy, and happy with me. Please forgive me for my faults. I love you, and I need you.
Hello Sweetheart. They asked you an interesting question whe you were on #Redes: "Did the guys who painted you, did they get paid?" It's not just that the women who did the work got paid, it's that they didn't know if they were men or women, so that didn't really matter to them. It's the having to work for free is such a common expectation. Also, I don't recall rooting for anyone during the last soccer World Cup. I'm not a sports fan. I'm a sports wife (so to speak), so I root for my wife's team. I remember saying a cheer for Germany after game over, but you know why. It may seem that I listen to every word you say, but that's not so. But I love you so much, and it is all I have, because I live in a bubble. A delusion that I'm some sort of Rock Star. An adolescent fantasy world. Please forgive me for my faults.
I would totally admit that I'm not the best drummer in the world. My feet are smashed: they grew a whole 2 sizes since I quit the pizza job, and my bad feet puts me at a great disadvantage as a drummer. But I have my own style, my own point of view of the drums, which I don't see anyone else grasping. Which can be said of my music in general: I'm great at playing my own music. I've observed that drummers are the most superstitious of all the musicians. You must have noticed how many cults and magic use drums in their ceremonies. The connection to blood is obvious, because drums were used at the front of most armies, including the fabulous Muslim army. In Islam, as far as I understand, the drum was used to announce the prayers before the human voice became the norm. So there is definitely some sort of supernatural image of the drum. Certainly the little antique snare drum I just acquired doesn't predate the Nanking Massacre, but it is a drum made by a Japanese company, made in Japan when it's not supposed to be. Even the serial number is weird: JN
You must be having a hectic time right now as you at on top of the world, so I ask you to please take time to slow down and rest your precious heart. I'm sure it's a lot of fun, but things have to be mundane in order to raise a family. I believe stress doesn't make children stronger: it destroys them. How would you have felt if your parents were always jetting around and partying when you were small? So please be ready to slam on the brakes when we marry inshaAllah. Rehearse slamming on the brakes. I want you to be happy, and happy with me. Please forgive me for my faults. I love you, and I need you.
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