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.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
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.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130109
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh Julia Julia Julia... there's always something to clean. It never ends! This is what it's like to have a house, is housework. Never ending housework. Even though I'm still somewhat of a lazy slob, I'm the cleanest I've ever been in my life. How shocking. Better late than never? It seems to me like never. I'm still poor, and you're not here with me. I love you, and I want to give you a good married life. When I was younger, I tried to help make the community prosper, but I was made homeless. Today I still try to help the community prosper, and I could be made homeless all over again, if it weren't for the grace of God. I want to go to heaven, ya Allah. Where I could be pretty, there will be no more cleaning to do, no more disappointment, treachery and suffering. While I'm still here, I will try to be righteous for You. Please grant Julia and I success in this life and the hereafter, good health, and a happy married life.
Oh Julia Julia Julia... there's always something to clean. It never ends! This is what it's like to have a house, is housework. Never ending housework. Even though I'm still somewhat of a lazy slob, I'm the cleanest I've ever been in my life. How shocking. Better late than never? It seems to me like never. I'm still poor, and you're not here with me. I love you, and I want to give you a good married life. When I was younger, I tried to help make the community prosper, but I was made homeless. Today I still try to help the community prosper, and I could be made homeless all over again, if it weren't for the grace of God. I want to go to heaven, ya Allah. Where I could be pretty, there will be no more cleaning to do, no more disappointment, treachery and suffering. While I'm still here, I will try to be righteous for You. Please grant Julia and I success in this life and the hereafter, good health, and a happy married life.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130108
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh Julia! It's been so busy lately. I'm sure you are keeping busy, too. Please get proper food and rest, and please try to slow down. I took Tuesday morning off to grill fish, and it seemed like the whole town was cooking the same fish. Hey waddaya know, a male and a female fish: one for you and one for me. Prepping the fish took forever, making the stuffing, and lighting the coals. Cooking and eating the food ate into my nap time, but I managed to squeeze in 10 minutes before the mid-day prayer. You weren't here for lunch, so I ate your fish. I was stuffed. I'm going to get bloated if I have to keep on eating your portion. But I keep waiting for you, because I am faithful. InsyaAllah.
Humans think that all religion is the same, but that is not so. There is only One God, clearly Superior over all.
Oh Julia! It's been so busy lately. I'm sure you are keeping busy, too. Please get proper food and rest, and please try to slow down. I took Tuesday morning off to grill fish, and it seemed like the whole town was cooking the same fish. Hey waddaya know, a male and a female fish: one for you and one for me. Prepping the fish took forever, making the stuffing, and lighting the coals. Cooking and eating the food ate into my nap time, but I managed to squeeze in 10 minutes before the mid-day prayer. You weren't here for lunch, so I ate your fish. I was stuffed. I'm going to get bloated if I have to keep on eating your portion. But I keep waiting for you, because I am faithful. InsyaAllah.
Humans think that all religion is the same, but that is not so. There is only One God, clearly Superior over all.
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