In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Most people either are apathetic about or dread Ramadan becasue they don't get to stuff their faces whenever they feel like it. My favorite part of Ramadan is the proliference of strange events that occur. InshaAllah, it will a peaceful and happy Ramadan. I don't particularly enjoy the life of a soldier, but I must be grateful of what Allah has given me. What I desire is to be pretty like you but with a big dick, and to live in sensual and undisturbed pleasure with you. But I'm going to have to wait, if Allah grants me a place in heaven. I'm already quite tired, and Ramadan hasn't even started yet. A lot of running around yesterday, and preparation. And I need to cut the grass, and tend the yard. Oh, the mundane. I wish you were with me, in love and happiness in this life, as well as the Hereafter. I love you, I love you. And I need you, I need you.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Qur'an 20140625
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
83. They ask you concerning the Two Horned One. Say, "I will rehearse to you something of his story."
The Cave 18:83
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I will rehearse to you something of his story.
83. They ask you concerning the Two Horned One. Say, "I will rehearse to you something of his story."
The Cave 18:83
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I will rehearse to you something of his story.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Letter to Julia 20140624
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my most beautiful Julia and Erin. How are you feeling today? How are those precious emotions? Did you know that I love you, I love you? And I need you, I need you? Well, I do. On the menu tonight is clams. One and a half kilos of clams to be exact. You're probably thinking, "Where do you put all those clams?" Well, you don't eat the shells. The clams were dried up, that's why they were cheap. But the sauce tonight was awesome. No salt! Never use salt with clams. Tonight the sauce is oil, garlic, chilli pepper paste, sugar, and tamarind juice. Oh, so good! Want some? Oh, I'm sorry! I ate it all!
Anyway, this Sunday begins the fasting month of Ramadan. Muslims celebrate Ramadan like Christmas, except that it lasts a month, and we fast everyday for a month from dawn to sunset. Would you like to try your hand at fasting Ramadan this year? When we are married inshaAllah you will have to, so you might as well practice now. I'm sure the world will notice if you do. This means no eating, drinking, or sexual activity from dawn to sunset. No swearing or picking your nose, either. If you are on your period then you are exempted, but you will have to make it up later in the year before the next Ramadan. I usually have a simple meal at sunset, and a big meal before dawn. This is because there is an additional prayer at night, I don't want to have to use the bathroom. Ramadan is also very social. I love Ramadan: it's my most favorite time of the year, but I don't enjoy how social it is. I'm sorry, but I'm reclusive. When we are married inshaAllah, the village women would as expected take this opportunity to chat with you. At any other time, I would be hovering around you like an angry guard dog to chase strangers away. It's always a busy, busy month.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Letter to Julia 20140621
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Here in the kampung, there is an old boy's network. You won't find girls in an Old Boy's Club, because boys play differently than girls. But the world is a small town, and people are the same all over the world. I'm sure you have something similar in Germany, where they probably want to reinstate the Kaiser or something. And for sure in the USA. I've never been interested in joining someone's "Skull and Bones", not even in the music business. Want I want is to please Allah with music. Truly ostracized, I am.
One thing you need to know is that the indigenous locals in Malaysia didn't want rich foreigners to gobble up the land, so about a generation ago they passed a law where certain lands can only be owned by indigenous locals, know here as "Bumiputra". Of course, the flaw of human law is that it has to be enforced, so you find people breaking the rules because they have the power, or are just plain evil. There is a story where a couple of years ago, a woman named Sosilawati went with an entourage of 3 to score a land deal, and they all wound up getting slaughtered. Who knows what the angle was, but it kind of makes one think that boys really do play differently than girls. But evil is as evil does, and I'm sure a woman totally has the capacity to be a crime boss. No sexism there. But here in this kampung in Malaysia, there is definitely an Old Boy's Club. Perhaps not as sinister as some, but just as stubborn. Why are humans so contentious? Why can't they believe now that guidance has come to them? Because they want the same punishment as the ancients before repeated with them.
Julia my most beautiful queen, you are truly both gorgeous and cunning. I know you like to have as much control as possible, but please don't try to climb the social ladder of an Old Boy's Club. You would exert more control and have more influence by being a good Muslim wife. That may sound like a paradox to you, but it isn't. InshaAllah. I love you, and I need you. Hey Erin, how are you doing, you cute thing you? I love it when you free your heart, and become so sweet. Please don't allow anything to corrupt your heart of gold. Your sweetness and purity is the best part of you, my precious, beautiful girl. I love you, and I need you.
Here in the kampung, there is an old boy's network. You won't find girls in an Old Boy's Club, because boys play differently than girls. But the world is a small town, and people are the same all over the world. I'm sure you have something similar in Germany, where they probably want to reinstate the Kaiser or something. And for sure in the USA. I've never been interested in joining someone's "Skull and Bones", not even in the music business. Want I want is to please Allah with music. Truly ostracized, I am.
One thing you need to know is that the indigenous locals in Malaysia didn't want rich foreigners to gobble up the land, so about a generation ago they passed a law where certain lands can only be owned by indigenous locals, know here as "Bumiputra". Of course, the flaw of human law is that it has to be enforced, so you find people breaking the rules because they have the power, or are just plain evil. There is a story where a couple of years ago, a woman named Sosilawati went with an entourage of 3 to score a land deal, and they all wound up getting slaughtered. Who knows what the angle was, but it kind of makes one think that boys really do play differently than girls. But evil is as evil does, and I'm sure a woman totally has the capacity to be a crime boss. No sexism there. But here in this kampung in Malaysia, there is definitely an Old Boy's Club. Perhaps not as sinister as some, but just as stubborn. Why are humans so contentious? Why can't they believe now that guidance has come to them? Because they want the same punishment as the ancients before repeated with them.
Julia my most beautiful queen, you are truly both gorgeous and cunning. I know you like to have as much control as possible, but please don't try to climb the social ladder of an Old Boy's Club. You would exert more control and have more influence by being a good Muslim wife. That may sound like a paradox to you, but it isn't. InshaAllah. I love you, and I need you. Hey Erin, how are you doing, you cute thing you? I love it when you free your heart, and become so sweet. Please don't allow anything to corrupt your heart of gold. Your sweetness and purity is the best part of you, my precious, beautiful girl. I love you, and I need you.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Letter to Julia 20140619
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, my beloved Julia and Erin. How are you feeling today, my darlings? I pray you are feeling great. You are the light of my life, and I love you, I love you with all my heart. And I need you, I need you. I'm still working on breaking down that old mango tree at Casa de Julia inshaAllah. That old tree was hanging over the road to the elementary school, and its branches were brushing against vehicles, and it was dropping fruit on the road and in the storm drain. It's still crawling with army ants. It's a bigger tree than I thought, plus I had a whole stack of useless coconuts to burn, so I'm not done yet. Then I have to cut grass. Gah. It's like a full time job tending the yard there, and I have to spend time and energy doing other things. Like music. Right now, I'm learning new songs for to add to my Chick Singer set. Let's see... "Snowbird", "You're My World", "Touch Me In The Morning", "Georgy Girl", "Those Were The Days", "Reach Out And Touch", and "Marlene On The Wall". Yeah, I like the old songs. I think neither one of your moms were born when "You're My World" first came out. Well, neither was I.
Life is like the rain: it makes the trees grow, then they whither and die, and Allah is the One who prevails.
Hi there, my beloved Julia and Erin. How are you feeling today, my darlings? I pray you are feeling great. You are the light of my life, and I love you, I love you with all my heart. And I need you, I need you. I'm still working on breaking down that old mango tree at Casa de Julia inshaAllah. That old tree was hanging over the road to the elementary school, and its branches were brushing against vehicles, and it was dropping fruit on the road and in the storm drain. It's still crawling with army ants. It's a bigger tree than I thought, plus I had a whole stack of useless coconuts to burn, so I'm not done yet. Then I have to cut grass. Gah. It's like a full time job tending the yard there, and I have to spend time and energy doing other things. Like music. Right now, I'm learning new songs for to add to my Chick Singer set. Let's see... "Snowbird", "You're My World", "Touch Me In The Morning", "Georgy Girl", "Those Were The Days", "Reach Out And Touch", and "Marlene On The Wall". Yeah, I like the old songs. I think neither one of your moms were born when "You're My World" first came out. Well, neither was I.
Life is like the rain: it makes the trees grow, then they whither and die, and Allah is the One who prevails.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Letter to Julia 20140617
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello. my precious wives. I didn't expect to blog today. I had planned to do some burning over at Casa de Julia inshaAllah. There is that old mango tree that was hanging over the road that I chopped down last week, that needs to be broken down and burned. Being my wives means you are with me on my spiritual path. MashaAllah, you are at the top of your game NOW, and if the crowd irritates you, just send them my way. I will refer them to Allah. I am your husband. So while you reap the benefits of our marriage in your business, don't forget that we must be aware of the Unseen. Not just God, but also me who is far away from you, who loves and needs you, working and living on my faith that Allah will grant me the means soon to give you a secure and happy marriage, inshaAllah. So please be good people that the world be in awe of your goodness, but never be bothered to follow after people who are obviously lost. Don't bother saving them. Save yourself first. It is Allah's job to punish or reward people for their actions while they are on earth, and their lives are short in comparison to when they are not alive. Should they believe? I don't care if they don't believe. I don't care about the faith of the faithless. Don't you care about them, don't you care about their intoxication with intoxication and material possessions. Give respect and credit to Allah in whatever you do. Be the person who is aware of and prepares for God and the Unseen, as opposed to the person who is prideful now and regrets later. And always know that I love you, I love you. And I need you, I need you.
Qur'an 20140617
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
29. Say, "The Truth is from your Lord." Let him who will, believe: and let him who will, reject. For the wrongdoers We have prepared a fire, like the walls and roof of a tent, will hem them in. If they implore relief, They will be granted water like melted brass that will scald their faces. How dreadful the drink! How uncomfortable a couch to recline on!
30. As to those who believe and work righteousness, verily We shall not suffer to perish the reward of any who do a righteous deed.
The Cave 18:29-30
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The Truth is from your Lord.
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