In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey there, my darling Erin Sweetie! How are you feeling, my beloved? I want you to know how beautiful you are, and how cute you look with blue hair. I love you with all my heart, and I need you. Don't ever get plastic surgery, because you don't need it OK? Please age naturally and gracefully, for it is the most dignified and beautiful. I will take care of you inshaAllah.
How's your tummy doing? Are you having trouble digesting food? Last night I had severe heartburn, or gastritis. or acid reflux disease. Gastritis is dangerous because persistent gastritis causes ulcers and stomach cancer. But since I do my own cooking I hardly ever get heartburn, and I didn't eat anything to warrant it last night. Everything was mild. Just sliced chicken breast, scrambled eggs and lettuce in a tortilla. This is because yesterday was very stressful compounded with my being sick, and that affected my sensitive stomach. The more successful you get, it will affect your stomach. So please try to prepare your own meals whenever possible, and focus on what doesn't hurt your tummy. A back massage would help relax your stomach. If I had known I would get heartburn last night, I would have eaten only plain bread or plain steamed rice. If you don't have time to cook, then please keep it simple. Eat only at places you trust.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150917
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Good evening, my dearest Erin! What a day, huh? It's cold, grey, and surreal here right now. I like the cold. I heat up pretty quickly, so I prefer the cold. I still have a fever, but it's not so bad, so I stopped taking drugs, but it doesn't feel like it. I made chicken and egg burritos for dinner. I gave Floofy some chicken. She likes my cooking. Would you like some? I love you, and I need you.
I had just been watching the Yardbirds story. Look, it's Nigel Tufnel! I guess I am an old school type of musician. But that's not entirely true: I'm too young to be in a classic rock band, and too old to be in any sort of band. Plus, I have no friends. What would I play if I joined a classic rock band? Guitar? Bass? Drums? Sing? I would be relegated to bass I'm sure. so the icons can shine again. That's the problem of being in a band, it's a battle of egos. I played bass when I was in a band long ago, because I wanted to be humble and let it be all about "the band". But the egos always seem to take over, regardless of whether or not people in the band are financially secure. Especially when the people are talented. Egos. Dog eaters. Do I have an ego? I'm not perfect, so I'm sure I do. Ya Allah, please forgive me for my flaws. I just want to make music my own way, because I'm an old man. I just want to stick to my own agenda. Plus, I don't have to tour. I think I'll play some guitar tonight. Just for fun.
Good evening, my dearest Erin! What a day, huh? It's cold, grey, and surreal here right now. I like the cold. I heat up pretty quickly, so I prefer the cold. I still have a fever, but it's not so bad, so I stopped taking drugs, but it doesn't feel like it. I made chicken and egg burritos for dinner. I gave Floofy some chicken. She likes my cooking. Would you like some? I love you, and I need you.
I had just been watching the Yardbirds story. Look, it's Nigel Tufnel! I guess I am an old school type of musician. But that's not entirely true: I'm too young to be in a classic rock band, and too old to be in any sort of band. Plus, I have no friends. What would I play if I joined a classic rock band? Guitar? Bass? Drums? Sing? I would be relegated to bass I'm sure. so the icons can shine again. That's the problem of being in a band, it's a battle of egos. I played bass when I was in a band long ago, because I wanted to be humble and let it be all about "the band". But the egos always seem to take over, regardless of whether or not people in the band are financially secure. Especially when the people are talented. Egos. Dog eaters. Do I have an ego? I'm not perfect, so I'm sure I do. Ya Allah, please forgive me for my flaws. I just want to make music my own way, because I'm an old man. I just want to stick to my own agenda. Plus, I don't have to tour. I think I'll play some guitar tonight. Just for fun.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150916
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, beautiful girl! How is the most beautiful girl in the world feeling today? I love you so much. Of course, I need you. Oh me? I still have a fever. It has been raining a lot. I'm certain this is the same storm that hit Mecca on Saturday, but watered down for us in Perlis because God is being nice. There's something in the air that my nose can't handle, but I managed to get through voice training without getting a heart attack, and now I'm starting to feel better. I think singing is therapeutic. I'm still a bit woozy, but I'm starting to meow again.
I had to eat a lot to give the fever something to burn. Lunch was pretty good. I made those sausage and tofu burritos in marinara sauce again, with fresh tomatoes and roasted peppers. Tofu and marinara sauce is a perfect match. You must try it sometime. Dinner was beef and potatoes with tortillas. Very filling. Very filling.
Hi there, beautiful girl! How is the most beautiful girl in the world feeling today? I love you so much. Of course, I need you. Oh me? I still have a fever. It has been raining a lot. I'm certain this is the same storm that hit Mecca on Saturday, but watered down for us in Perlis because God is being nice. There's something in the air that my nose can't handle, but I managed to get through voice training without getting a heart attack, and now I'm starting to feel better. I think singing is therapeutic. I'm still a bit woozy, but I'm starting to meow again.
I had to eat a lot to give the fever something to burn. Lunch was pretty good. I made those sausage and tofu burritos in marinara sauce again, with fresh tomatoes and roasted peppers. Tofu and marinara sauce is a perfect match. You must try it sometime. Dinner was beef and potatoes with tortillas. Very filling. Very filling.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150915
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my beloved Erin. How are you feeling today? I pray that you are feeling healthy and confident, because I love you and I need you. As for me, the sniffles progressed into a fever, but I'm OK. There's nothing all too special going on over here today, my love. My budget doesn't permit spending right now, so I'm eating what I already have. For dinner I had fries. Yeah, just plain fries: potatoes sliced into strips and tossed in corn flour, then fried to a golden brown. Lunch was more interesting. I steamed the snapper head to be used as broth for my noodles. The best part of the snapper head is the meat behind the eyes! Never give that to a cat!
Hello there, my beloved Erin. How are you feeling today? I pray that you are feeling healthy and confident, because I love you and I need you. As for me, the sniffles progressed into a fever, but I'm OK. There's nothing all too special going on over here today, my love. My budget doesn't permit spending right now, so I'm eating what I already have. For dinner I had fries. Yeah, just plain fries: potatoes sliced into strips and tossed in corn flour, then fried to a golden brown. Lunch was more interesting. I steamed the snapper head to be used as broth for my noodles. The best part of the snapper head is the meat behind the eyes! Never give that to a cat!
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150914
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin. Yeah, I'm feeling a bit sedate. Ever since I became a better singer, my nose became more sensitive. Much of my voice goes out my nose, you see. So a bit of dust from cleaning my parents' bedroom this morning gave me the sniffles. **sniffle**. Again. I don't know if I would get through my Hajj without incident. Anyway, I had to dump my sinus fluids again. But this time I measured the procedure: it took 90 minutes for a complete dump, for half a cup of snot. Ick. But I'm firmly convinced that infected sinus fluids are extremely dangerous, and tissue papers don't do an adequate job of removing and suppressing. Of course the body regenerates the stuff, but at least most of the infected snot is out of the way.
But anyway, I didn't feel like cooking in the evening. So I went to Ina's for rice, but she had sold out twice today. So I cooked up some potatoes and sausage for dinner. Tasted OK. Filling. I'm going to take it easy tonight. I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. You are my beautiful Erin. I love you, and I need you.
Hi Erin. Yeah, I'm feeling a bit sedate. Ever since I became a better singer, my nose became more sensitive. Much of my voice goes out my nose, you see. So a bit of dust from cleaning my parents' bedroom this morning gave me the sniffles. **sniffle**. Again. I don't know if I would get through my Hajj without incident. Anyway, I had to dump my sinus fluids again. But this time I measured the procedure: it took 90 minutes for a complete dump, for half a cup of snot. Ick. But I'm firmly convinced that infected sinus fluids are extremely dangerous, and tissue papers don't do an adequate job of removing and suppressing. Of course the body regenerates the stuff, but at least most of the infected snot is out of the way.
But anyway, I didn't feel like cooking in the evening. So I went to Ina's for rice, but she had sold out twice today. So I cooked up some potatoes and sausage for dinner. Tasted OK. Filling. I'm going to take it easy tonight. I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. You are my beautiful Erin. I love you, and I need you.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150913
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
From Allah is our origin, and to Allah is our return.
Can you imagine? 2 million people all in one spot. Not housed in buildings spread over a few miles, but in one house. The house of Allah. One can only conjecture why Allah blew a giant storm over Mecca during the peak of the Hajj. What can you do? With 2 million people all crammed in one house, you have to expand. Then comes Judgement Day.
You know something? If I can afford to build your house, that means I can afford to do my Hajj. And I want to do my Hajj while I still have some strength. I don't want to get squashed. And it's HOT. But I don't want to leave you by yourself. So if I'm allowed to go, then I'm taking you with me. The Hajj isn't a romantic getaway, it's a mandatory workload for Muslims who are able and can afford the journey. Hard work. I would keep you very close to me at all times. In a crowd of 2 million people, I'm going to have to keep you close to me at all times. We would get separated at Safa' and Marwah, but don't go anywhere! Wait for me right here while I make my round, I'll be right back. I don't know if we would get an air conditioned hotel room with running water, but we'll try to bring the walkie talkies. No, it's not supposed to be fun. This is supposed to be work, and those who ask for payback in this life will have no share in the hereafter. You are my wife, inshaAllah. I want you to be with me. I love you, and I need you.
From Allah is our origin, and to Allah is our return.
Can you imagine? 2 million people all in one spot. Not housed in buildings spread over a few miles, but in one house. The house of Allah. One can only conjecture why Allah blew a giant storm over Mecca during the peak of the Hajj. What can you do? With 2 million people all crammed in one house, you have to expand. Then comes Judgement Day.
You know something? If I can afford to build your house, that means I can afford to do my Hajj. And I want to do my Hajj while I still have some strength. I don't want to get squashed. And it's HOT. But I don't want to leave you by yourself. So if I'm allowed to go, then I'm taking you with me. The Hajj isn't a romantic getaway, it's a mandatory workload for Muslims who are able and can afford the journey. Hard work. I would keep you very close to me at all times. In a crowd of 2 million people, I'm going to have to keep you close to me at all times. We would get separated at Safa' and Marwah, but don't go anywhere! Wait for me right here while I make my round, I'll be right back. I don't know if we would get an air conditioned hotel room with running water, but we'll try to bring the walkie talkies. No, it's not supposed to be fun. This is supposed to be work, and those who ask for payback in this life will have no share in the hereafter. You are my wife, inshaAllah. I want you to be with me. I love you, and I need you.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150912
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, my dearest Erin! How are you feeling today? I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. It's just another average day for me. The rain finally ceased, so after the dawn prayer I went to the market. Ah! Snapper! And within my budget, too. I scored a 2 kilo fish. The tuna today was huge, and cheaper, but I wanted snapper. I also bought some won ton skins, tofu, and garlic. One thing about fish is that it has to be processed. I had trouble doing that indoors because it's a big fish, and messy, and I have cats in heat inside the house. So I scaled and gutted the fish in the motorcycle cage, isolated from menacing beasts. I filleted the snapper inside the house, after locking up the kittens in a bedroom. Not Floofy, though. She's very controlled and well behaved. Except when she sees a lizard on the screen door. And she's very sensitive about her blubber. But fat cats are so cute! Anyway, I had almost a kilo of sashimi for lunch. All arranged nicely on a square plate and marinated with squid sauce. One thing about fresh sashimi is that it's pure food: no poop!
After voice training, I gave my Dad a leg massage then cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah. I cleared out the back yard, the part unseen from the road. And scored more young coconuts for my Mom. Dinner was an experiment: sausage and tofu burritos in marinara sauce. It worked! Sausage is a perfect match with tofu, especially with marinara sauce! It was awesome alhamdulillah! Sorry, I ate yours! I thought to myself, "Well, sausage goes well with beans, so why not tofu?" I make one for you, inshaAllah. I love you, and I need you. Oh my God, I need a nap.
Hi there, my dearest Erin! How are you feeling today? I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. It's just another average day for me. The rain finally ceased, so after the dawn prayer I went to the market. Ah! Snapper! And within my budget, too. I scored a 2 kilo fish. The tuna today was huge, and cheaper, but I wanted snapper. I also bought some won ton skins, tofu, and garlic. One thing about fish is that it has to be processed. I had trouble doing that indoors because it's a big fish, and messy, and I have cats in heat inside the house. So I scaled and gutted the fish in the motorcycle cage, isolated from menacing beasts. I filleted the snapper inside the house, after locking up the kittens in a bedroom. Not Floofy, though. She's very controlled and well behaved. Except when she sees a lizard on the screen door. And she's very sensitive about her blubber. But fat cats are so cute! Anyway, I had almost a kilo of sashimi for lunch. All arranged nicely on a square plate and marinated with squid sauce. One thing about fresh sashimi is that it's pure food: no poop!
After voice training, I gave my Dad a leg massage then cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah. I cleared out the back yard, the part unseen from the road. And scored more young coconuts for my Mom. Dinner was an experiment: sausage and tofu burritos in marinara sauce. It worked! Sausage is a perfect match with tofu, especially with marinara sauce! It was awesome alhamdulillah! Sorry, I ate yours! I thought to myself, "Well, sausage goes well with beans, so why not tofu?" I make one for you, inshaAllah. I love you, and I need you. Oh my God, I need a nap.
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