In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin. How are you feeling today, my dearest? Aw, you beautiful girl. I love you so much. I pray that all is going well for you, and that you are keeping safe and healthy, while I make a home for you and our children inshaAllah. So please maintain your prayers. I love you, and I need you.
My eye is getting better, alhamdulillah. I can play video games again! This time I'm into Extreme Road Trip 2. Primitive graphics, but super fun. Right now I'm watching Robin Williams on the Johnny Carson show. When he just became a father. It rained most of the day, but I didn't get to play games all day. In the evening, I was outside trying to get rid of the scrub by the side of the road. Still a long way to go, but I might get it all done and cut the grass by the Eid. If it doesn't rain all the time. Oh I'm dying to play that game again. Gotta go.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150708
Ouch! My right eye is all bloodshot and red from staring at that small screen too much. It hurts. At least I think it's from playing that game whenever I get a chance. Don't worry: I have medication, so I should be better soon inshaAllah. But I also have a fever. There must be something else going on. I'm still fasting, but I'll take a couple of fever reducer in about half an hour. This reminds me of the big US stock market crash of 2008. I was watching the Bloomberg channel, and some of the reporters had red, swollen right eyes from staring at the ticker. It started my thinking: if one were obese and blind in one eye, it would be from staying indoors and staring at a computer 24/7. Most likely creating virtual realities.
Oh, I'm just spouting some "End Of The World" talk. I took some photos of Bat Cat III today. I think he's a bit too pretty to be a male cat. At first I thought he had blue eyes, but no, they are green. He's a very friendly kitty: he was the first to approach me and say hello, when he was only 10 days old. I wish I had a camera then. He's also the most intelligent of all my kittens. He likes to stay out of sight and observe, then exploit any weaknesses. He also enjoys digging up dark secrets, which is probably why someone threw a rock at him a couple of weeks ago. When I snapped some shots of him just now, he started posing, then he did a Nietszche impersonation. Yeah, he has a left eye. It was just the exposure that hid his eye, or maybe he was just copying my right eye. My Batty Watty is prettier than Nietszche, though. Did you see that cartoon of Nietszche in a wheelchair?
Nothing special for breaking fast tonight, just some fried rice with Thai seasoning, and a date. I have a lot of rice, so you're welcome to join me. You beautiful girl. I love you, and I need you.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150707
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Erin, my beloved. It's 7 pm, and I'm sitting here writing my love to you while waiting to break fast. I can't spend money right now so I have to live on what I have in the house, which is mostly flour and rice, and a little bit of meat. I still have a few chicken wings left, so I'm going to fry those up for the predawn meal. For dinner, it's sausage bread, breadsticks with sweet chilli sauce for dipping, some chocolate cake, iced tea, and a date. You're welcome to come over share my food.
I worked on your house design this morning. Do you like high ceilings? I won't be able to brush away all those cobwebs. You're tall, right? I found a game I really like for my cell phone: it's called Smash Hit by Mediocre, where all I do is break as much glass as possible. I love it! At one point in the past, I was really hankering for a PSP, but this phone is better than a PSP. I don't really use it as a phone all that much. It's also a telephone. I'm going to play the game right now.
Did you ever discover that the modeling business is cursed, especially when they try to take your God given beauty away from you? Please don't get anymore plastic surgery! I want you to cheer up and maintain your prayers, OK? I love you, and I need you.
Hello Erin, my beloved. It's 7 pm, and I'm sitting here writing my love to you while waiting to break fast. I can't spend money right now so I have to live on what I have in the house, which is mostly flour and rice, and a little bit of meat. I still have a few chicken wings left, so I'm going to fry those up for the predawn meal. For dinner, it's sausage bread, breadsticks with sweet chilli sauce for dipping, some chocolate cake, iced tea, and a date. You're welcome to come over share my food.
I worked on your house design this morning. Do you like high ceilings? I won't be able to brush away all those cobwebs. You're tall, right? I found a game I really like for my cell phone: it's called Smash Hit by Mediocre, where all I do is break as much glass as possible. I love it! At one point in the past, I was really hankering for a PSP, but this phone is better than a PSP. I don't really use it as a phone all that much. It's also a telephone. I'm going to play the game right now.
Did you ever discover that the modeling business is cursed, especially when they try to take your God given beauty away from you? Please don't get anymore plastic surgery! I want you to cheer up and maintain your prayers, OK? I love you, and I need you.
Sunday, July 5, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150706
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, rich girl! All this materialism that's going on is important to you and your friends, and I don't mind at all providing for you, because it is my responsibility to do so as a good Muslim husband. I am not a rich man, and it is of concern to people that my wife be so materialistic in this Islamic context. My poverty is your wealth. Does this seem like a paradox to you? But Allah is the One Who sets the balance.
Prophet Muhammad (peace be on him) was administrator of wartime booty and political leader, so a tremendous amount of valuables went through his hands. But he lived an austere life, and this was a problem to some of his wives, because they had live poor as well. Once he had to exile himself from his wives for about a month because of their material demands. This incident became mentioned in Qur'an, in gist: do they care more about the valuables of this life over the hereafter? Over God?
I'm not a prophet. I'm not a politician. I am a musician. But I understand the politics of our marriage: I cannot force you to live in poverty as I do, and I must provide for you adequately and give you a house. I've been in music business long enough to brush off what people say, but this time the concern is if you care more about materialism over the afterlife. I am a servant of Allah, and to care more about materialism over the afterlife is anti Islamic. Sure you can have your wealth, and sure it is my job to provide for you. But the afterlife is more important. Did you know that? Do you accept that? Do you understand your position as my wife?
This paradox of materialism belongs to my wife, not to me. I already know of what I seek in a wife. You are my wife inshaAllah, and with Allah as my Witness, I am sincere when I say that I love you and I need you.
Hi there, rich girl! All this materialism that's going on is important to you and your friends, and I don't mind at all providing for you, because it is my responsibility to do so as a good Muslim husband. I am not a rich man, and it is of concern to people that my wife be so materialistic in this Islamic context. My poverty is your wealth. Does this seem like a paradox to you? But Allah is the One Who sets the balance.
Prophet Muhammad (peace be on him) was administrator of wartime booty and political leader, so a tremendous amount of valuables went through his hands. But he lived an austere life, and this was a problem to some of his wives, because they had live poor as well. Once he had to exile himself from his wives for about a month because of their material demands. This incident became mentioned in Qur'an, in gist: do they care more about the valuables of this life over the hereafter? Over God?
I'm not a prophet. I'm not a politician. I am a musician. But I understand the politics of our marriage: I cannot force you to live in poverty as I do, and I must provide for you adequately and give you a house. I've been in music business long enough to brush off what people say, but this time the concern is if you care more about materialism over the afterlife. I am a servant of Allah, and to care more about materialism over the afterlife is anti Islamic. Sure you can have your wealth, and sure it is my job to provide for you. But the afterlife is more important. Did you know that? Do you accept that? Do you understand your position as my wife?
This paradox of materialism belongs to my wife, not to me. I already know of what I seek in a wife. You are my wife inshaAllah, and with Allah as my Witness, I am sincere when I say that I love you and I need you.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150705
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today, Sweetheart? It is a surreal day here today. The rain lingered on from yesterday, and at times alternated with the sunshine like a giant low frequency strobe light. At times, it was raining in bright sunlight. I was about half an hour away from finishing voice training, when God shut me down with a bolt of lightning which tripped my fuse box while I was singing "Top Of The World." When The Boss says "Stop now", then I stop. I did play the drums for about half an hour before the Asr prayer- the drums don't need electricity. The sky was gloomy, while I pounded out Qur'an rhythms. It's cleared up a little now as I write to you, but still a little cloudy. I don't believe I'll get rained on when I go to the mosque inshaAllah.
I saw the movie "The Sandlot" this morning before dawn. It's a cute movie, and I found it on YouTube so it was vignetted (to deter mass copying, I assume). I hate young boys though, so I didn't get as much enjoyment out of the movie as you would. I know I have make an exception for my own son(s) and be nice, but if the kid isn't mine then I really don't want anything to do with them.
None of my own cooking today for breaking fast. My food has been given to me. I have a murtabak (pan fried flat bread folded over and stuffed with chicken, egg, potato, onion, and what not), some chocolate cake, a date, and iced tea. Quite a tasty spread, but I am hungry. I pray you are eating properly and getting sufficient rest. I love you, and I need you.
Hello there, my beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today, Sweetheart? It is a surreal day here today. The rain lingered on from yesterday, and at times alternated with the sunshine like a giant low frequency strobe light. At times, it was raining in bright sunlight. I was about half an hour away from finishing voice training, when God shut me down with a bolt of lightning which tripped my fuse box while I was singing "Top Of The World." When The Boss says "Stop now", then I stop. I did play the drums for about half an hour before the Asr prayer- the drums don't need electricity. The sky was gloomy, while I pounded out Qur'an rhythms. It's cleared up a little now as I write to you, but still a little cloudy. I don't believe I'll get rained on when I go to the mosque inshaAllah.
I saw the movie "The Sandlot" this morning before dawn. It's a cute movie, and I found it on YouTube so it was vignetted (to deter mass copying, I assume). I hate young boys though, so I didn't get as much enjoyment out of the movie as you would. I know I have make an exception for my own son(s) and be nice, but if the kid isn't mine then I really don't want anything to do with them.
None of my own cooking today for breaking fast. My food has been given to me. I have a murtabak (pan fried flat bread folded over and stuffed with chicken, egg, potato, onion, and what not), some chocolate cake, a date, and iced tea. Quite a tasty spread, but I am hungry. I pray you are eating properly and getting sufficient rest. I love you, and I need you.
Friday, July 3, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150704
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! Ah, it's a lovely day today. The temperature is nice and cool, and I am at my happiest (as happy can be) when the temperature is perfect, when I'm neither sweating nor freezing. The perfect feeling. What is the "perfect feeling"? What can the "perfect feeling" be to someone who doesn't know what happiness is? Right now, here in Malaysia, is after the rain. A glimpse of happiness from the One most Gracious, most Merciful.
I just downloaded some pdf novels. The stuff I grew up with. What was that? Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, and Enid Blyton's Famous Five, "Mystery of" series, "of Adventure" series, and Malory Towers. Oh dear, I grew up on girly books. I wanted to be one of the girls in Malory Towers! If I had been, I would never have left, and everybody there would have gotten pregnant. Except the teachers. Well, Sherlock Holmes is kind of macho, don't you think? He didn't bend steel bars with his teeth, though.
I let Bob Cat loose after a night in the cage. He didn't have that many ear mites. Boy, that cat is strong. He wrestled out of his restraining collar through sheer brute strength. I had to pin him down with my entire weight in order to clean his ears. At times I thought he would lift me up and throw me. He doesn't like anything in his ears. Plus, he probably doesn't know his own strength, which is why he shreds his ears over a few ear mites.
It's raining again! I probably won't go to the mosque tonight if this rain keeps up. I hope you are taking care of your health, and getting plenty of beauty rest. You are my girl, Erin. I love you, and I need you.
Hi Erin! Ah, it's a lovely day today. The temperature is nice and cool, and I am at my happiest (as happy can be) when the temperature is perfect, when I'm neither sweating nor freezing. The perfect feeling. What is the "perfect feeling"? What can the "perfect feeling" be to someone who doesn't know what happiness is? Right now, here in Malaysia, is after the rain. A glimpse of happiness from the One most Gracious, most Merciful.
I just downloaded some pdf novels. The stuff I grew up with. What was that? Sherlock Holmes, Hercule Poirot, and Enid Blyton's Famous Five, "Mystery of" series, "of Adventure" series, and Malory Towers. Oh dear, I grew up on girly books. I wanted to be one of the girls in Malory Towers! If I had been, I would never have left, and everybody there would have gotten pregnant. Except the teachers. Well, Sherlock Holmes is kind of macho, don't you think? He didn't bend steel bars with his teeth, though.
I let Bob Cat loose after a night in the cage. He didn't have that many ear mites. Boy, that cat is strong. He wrestled out of his restraining collar through sheer brute strength. I had to pin him down with my entire weight in order to clean his ears. At times I thought he would lift me up and throw me. He doesn't like anything in his ears. Plus, he probably doesn't know his own strength, which is why he shreds his ears over a few ear mites.
It's raining again! I probably won't go to the mosque tonight if this rain keeps up. I hope you are taking care of your health, and getting plenty of beauty rest. You are my girl, Erin. I love you, and I need you.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150703
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! How are you feeling today, my beloved? Are you being optimistic for me? Please maintain your prayers as well. I seem to be back on schedule right now, and am writing this letter while I wait to break my fast. I just paid my bills so I'm broke, so I have a humble meal: sausage calzone without cheese, breadsticks, banana bread, red sugar water, and a date. But you are more than welcome to share my food. Because I love you, and I need you.
I managed to acquire a copy of the movie, "The Sandlot". I haven't watched it yet, but you can bet that I will. No I'm not a gambling man, so let me rephrase that: I will watch it inshaAllah. My most favorite movie of all time and all space, that I can watch over and over again without getting bored is a Doris Day flick from 1948 called "My Dream Is Yours". Oh, I love that movie! Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
Bob Cat has ear mites. He's been scratching his ears so passionately, that his left ear is bleeding! So I put one of those restraining collars on him, and locked him up in the cage. What a nuisance. Not only do I have to doctor a cut ear, I have to get rid of the ear mites completely, otherwise he'll rip his ears off. Looks like Bobby is going to be a prisoner for a while. To protect him from himself.
Hi Erin! How are you feeling today, my beloved? Are you being optimistic for me? Please maintain your prayers as well. I seem to be back on schedule right now, and am writing this letter while I wait to break my fast. I just paid my bills so I'm broke, so I have a humble meal: sausage calzone without cheese, breadsticks, banana bread, red sugar water, and a date. But you are more than welcome to share my food. Because I love you, and I need you.
I managed to acquire a copy of the movie, "The Sandlot". I haven't watched it yet, but you can bet that I will. No I'm not a gambling man, so let me rephrase that: I will watch it inshaAllah. My most favorite movie of all time and all space, that I can watch over and over again without getting bored is a Doris Day flick from 1948 called "My Dream Is Yours". Oh, I love that movie! Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.
Bob Cat has ear mites. He's been scratching his ears so passionately, that his left ear is bleeding! So I put one of those restraining collars on him, and locked him up in the cage. What a nuisance. Not only do I have to doctor a cut ear, I have to get rid of the ear mites completely, otherwise he'll rip his ears off. Looks like Bobby is going to be a prisoner for a while. To protect him from himself.
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