In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Her name is Antonia.
I beg your forgiveness for hurting your feelings, and making you angry. I sincerely love you, I want you to have no doubt in that. A man loses the ability to fall in love as he ages, love leaves with libido I guess. I certainly don't know who Antonia is to love her, but I need to be married and have children, and for their mother to help me take care of them. I don't have money. What I have is the ability to enlarge the income of others by the Will of Allah. Not only does the career of my wife flourish, but also the revenue of her bosses. I'm not the only one who needs you. Many people need you. Including your children.
I need to talk about the hypocrites. They are those who believe, then reject, then believe, and reject faith, and go on increasing in unbelief. They have faith if there is worldly profit in it. They are those who pray without sincerity, to be seen of people, and are distracted in mind in the midst of it. For the hypocrites there is a grievous penalty, and I certainly wouldn't want to be married to one.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151130
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
I hope you don't mind that I try to keep this letter as mundane as possible. I've told you before and I'll tell you again, that we have to keep things mundane in order to raise children. Of course, if I have something important or serious to say, I would say it. And I of course I refuse to take credit for what Allah does, so if you want the entire scoop of what's going on here, you're going to have to be here yourself, or nurture a more efficient spy network. But I would rather talk about the normal things. The little things. A man grows older and becomes used to being alone, so I can run out of words, so please forgive me for that. Sometimes I address you, sometimes I address you, and sometimes I address the both of you, but this is a Letter to Erin and I will write everyday inshaAllah. I love you and I need you.
The mundane. I clean my parents' bedroom every Sunday. It wears me out, because that bathroom takes a lot of scrubbing, plus I dislike house cleaning. Using a leaf blower instead of sweeping is a great idea, but I would rather do something else than house cleaning. Oh don't worry, I do house cleaning when I'm forced to. I'm still listening to "Extension of a Man" by Donny Hathaway over and over again. It's very beautiful music. "Someday We'll All Be Free" has to be the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life. I had tortillas with chili for breakfast and lunch, while dinner is noodles crammed with veggies from my yard. Okra, cilantro, mustard greens, kelisa beans, lettuce, hot Thai peppers. Good harvest today.
I hope you don't mind that I try to keep this letter as mundane as possible. I've told you before and I'll tell you again, that we have to keep things mundane in order to raise children. Of course, if I have something important or serious to say, I would say it. And I of course I refuse to take credit for what Allah does, so if you want the entire scoop of what's going on here, you're going to have to be here yourself, or nurture a more efficient spy network. But I would rather talk about the normal things. The little things. A man grows older and becomes used to being alone, so I can run out of words, so please forgive me for that. Sometimes I address you, sometimes I address you, and sometimes I address the both of you, but this is a Letter to Erin and I will write everyday inshaAllah. I love you and I need you.
The mundane. I clean my parents' bedroom every Sunday. It wears me out, because that bathroom takes a lot of scrubbing, plus I dislike house cleaning. Using a leaf blower instead of sweeping is a great idea, but I would rather do something else than house cleaning. Oh don't worry, I do house cleaning when I'm forced to. I'm still listening to "Extension of a Man" by Donny Hathaway over and over again. It's very beautiful music. "Someday We'll All Be Free" has to be the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life. I had tortillas with chili for breakfast and lunch, while dinner is noodles crammed with veggies from my yard. Okra, cilantro, mustard greens, kelisa beans, lettuce, hot Thai peppers. Good harvest today.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151129
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! How's your Thanksgiving weekend? Oh, you had to work. But you love that! Make a killing now Sweetie, and stash it all away while you can. Now is where you are, and now is when you have the power, and now is when you are at the top. Hooray! Erin, I love you and I need you.
Technically I'm not married yet, but when we marry inshaAllah, you will be my first wife. As I told you before, my decision is to focus on Erin's happiness first and make sure she is properly settled down before I take a second wife. The law of the Qur'an is that I must treat each wife equally, but I'm not married yet, so there. So I am forced to regard Erin first before I can marry another, besides I need your permission to make the second wife legal. I'm sure you know who she is, and I don't want to leave her in limbo. So I want her to know that my intent is serious, but I won't put down a formal proposal and dowry until Erin is taken care of. Erin, I want you to try be close friends with her, because I don't you to be the only blonde in Perlis. She will distract some of the jealousy away from you, plus her business will improve for being my wife as yours has improved. And since I'm an old soldier, I will most likely kaput first. Then you will have at least have each other to turn to, who knows what it's like to be in the eye of the hurricane.
To my wives, I want you to understand that the goal of our marriage is to stay put and raise a family. What I care about is your sincerity and your Islam. You don't have to be an extremist, just do the best you can with the situation that Allah has given you. I'm sorry but you will lose all your privacy, so please dress as modestly as possible and absolutely no slutting around. I am faithful inshaAllah, and I want my wives to be faithful. That being said, I will do my best inshaAllah to give you a happy and secure marriage.
Hi Erin! How's your Thanksgiving weekend? Oh, you had to work. But you love that! Make a killing now Sweetie, and stash it all away while you can. Now is where you are, and now is when you have the power, and now is when you are at the top. Hooray! Erin, I love you and I need you.
Technically I'm not married yet, but when we marry inshaAllah, you will be my first wife. As I told you before, my decision is to focus on Erin's happiness first and make sure she is properly settled down before I take a second wife. The law of the Qur'an is that I must treat each wife equally, but I'm not married yet, so there. So I am forced to regard Erin first before I can marry another, besides I need your permission to make the second wife legal. I'm sure you know who she is, and I don't want to leave her in limbo. So I want her to know that my intent is serious, but I won't put down a formal proposal and dowry until Erin is taken care of. Erin, I want you to try be close friends with her, because I don't you to be the only blonde in Perlis. She will distract some of the jealousy away from you, plus her business will improve for being my wife as yours has improved. And since I'm an old soldier, I will most likely kaput first. Then you will have at least have each other to turn to, who knows what it's like to be in the eye of the hurricane.
To my wives, I want you to understand that the goal of our marriage is to stay put and raise a family. What I care about is your sincerity and your Islam. You don't have to be an extremist, just do the best you can with the situation that Allah has given you. I'm sorry but you will lose all your privacy, so please dress as modestly as possible and absolutely no slutting around. I am faithful inshaAllah, and I want my wives to be faithful. That being said, I will do my best inshaAllah to give you a happy and secure marriage.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151128
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello, beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today, my darling? Busy as usual? Well, please make sure you look after yourself. Lots of kids in your business right now, huh? Just guessing. I'm sitting here writing to you, and waiting for them to call the sunset prayer as usual. I had dinner at Ina's just now. Just the usual, nothing too exciting. My Mom is back home home, and is the center of attention. I cleaned up her house a little with the leaf blower (sure beats sweeping). I made a puree out of the kelisa I harvested the other day for my noodles at lunch, which tasted pretty good. I was nearly done cooking and I dropped an egg into the soup, when I discovered the egg was rotten. Ack! How did I miss that! Now I have to start all over again!
But used up all the kelisa. So I had to eat bread sticks and marinara sauce for lunch. Right after that, my parents found out that all the food in their freezer had decomposed, because the wall outlet was out of order. I was wondering what that smell was. But nobody opens that freezer except my Mom, and she's been busy with her knee. So it took that smell to motivate someone to open the freezer, so I had to help clean it up. Coincidence, right?
I hope all the food in your freezer is good, and in your fridge too. Fresh food is the best! Well, that's all for now. I just called to say I love you. And I need you.
Hello, beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today, my darling? Busy as usual? Well, please make sure you look after yourself. Lots of kids in your business right now, huh? Just guessing. I'm sitting here writing to you, and waiting for them to call the sunset prayer as usual. I had dinner at Ina's just now. Just the usual, nothing too exciting. My Mom is back home home, and is the center of attention. I cleaned up her house a little with the leaf blower (sure beats sweeping). I made a puree out of the kelisa I harvested the other day for my noodles at lunch, which tasted pretty good. I was nearly done cooking and I dropped an egg into the soup, when I discovered the egg was rotten. Ack! How did I miss that! Now I have to start all over again!
But used up all the kelisa. So I had to eat bread sticks and marinara sauce for lunch. Right after that, my parents found out that all the food in their freezer had decomposed, because the wall outlet was out of order. I was wondering what that smell was. But nobody opens that freezer except my Mom, and she's been busy with her knee. So it took that smell to motivate someone to open the freezer, so I had to help clean it up. Coincidence, right?
I hope all the food in your freezer is good, and in your fridge too. Fresh food is the best! Well, that's all for now. I just called to say I love you. And I need you.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151127
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! How's my All-American Sweetheart doing? You're so beautiful, Erin. And beautiful to me. I still have a headache from yesterday. I believe I know where the illness came from, but I don't want to discuss it here in this public place. I'm writing this letter later than usual, because I got distracted right after the Asr prayer by Donny Hathaway and by my snack mix. As you know, I just acquired one of my favorite snack mixes, which is roasted peanuts with crunchy anchovies. I had to fry up the anchovies myself and mix it in with the peanuts, and I got the anchovies right the first time, and the peanuts were straight out of the vacuum pack. But there were too many peanuts and not enough anchovies, so I fried up more anchovies until I thought they were crunchy enough. But I was wrong! They're still chewy! But I already mixed them in! Arrrgghhh! The overall texture was driving me bonkers, so I roasted them all up, nuts and all, over and over again. I think I finally got the blend right, after 3 hours of re-roasting and stirring. I'm not a perfectionist! I just wanted my snack mix right! But the re-roasting soaked the nuts in anchovy oil, and they taste much better. But slightly overcooked, so they taste slightly like coffee beans. Arrrgghhh! I'm not a perfectionist! I just wanted my snack mix right!
At the same time, I got caught up listening to "Extension of a Man" by Donny Hathaway. As far as I understand, this album wasn't a best seller, but I like it. It's like classical music mixed with R&B/soul, with flashes of a western movie soundtrack. Actually, it's more like soul trance. It's not just because I've been listening to it over and over again. It's because Bobby has been outside howling along with the music. In time and in key, of course. Yeah, I've been listening to it over and over again. But I like the music.
You're probably being surrounded by all sorts of people telling you all sorts of garbage, trying to influence you, now that you're super busy and Boss Model. Always trust your heart Sweetheart, because you have a good heart. Remember to give your heart plenty of rest, and don't forget to pray. OK? I love you and I need you.
Hi Erin! How's my All-American Sweetheart doing? You're so beautiful, Erin. And beautiful to me. I still have a headache from yesterday. I believe I know where the illness came from, but I don't want to discuss it here in this public place. I'm writing this letter later than usual, because I got distracted right after the Asr prayer by Donny Hathaway and by my snack mix. As you know, I just acquired one of my favorite snack mixes, which is roasted peanuts with crunchy anchovies. I had to fry up the anchovies myself and mix it in with the peanuts, and I got the anchovies right the first time, and the peanuts were straight out of the vacuum pack. But there were too many peanuts and not enough anchovies, so I fried up more anchovies until I thought they were crunchy enough. But I was wrong! They're still chewy! But I already mixed them in! Arrrgghhh! The overall texture was driving me bonkers, so I roasted them all up, nuts and all, over and over again. I think I finally got the blend right, after 3 hours of re-roasting and stirring. I'm not a perfectionist! I just wanted my snack mix right! But the re-roasting soaked the nuts in anchovy oil, and they taste much better. But slightly overcooked, so they taste slightly like coffee beans. Arrrgghhh! I'm not a perfectionist! I just wanted my snack mix right!
At the same time, I got caught up listening to "Extension of a Man" by Donny Hathaway. As far as I understand, this album wasn't a best seller, but I like it. It's like classical music mixed with R&B/soul, with flashes of a western movie soundtrack. Actually, it's more like soul trance. It's not just because I've been listening to it over and over again. It's because Bobby has been outside howling along with the music. In time and in key, of course. Yeah, I've been listening to it over and over again. But I like the music.
You're probably being surrounded by all sorts of people telling you all sorts of garbage, trying to influence you, now that you're super busy and Boss Model. Always trust your heart Sweetheart, because you have a good heart. Remember to give your heart plenty of rest, and don't forget to pray. OK? I love you and I need you.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151126
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin Sweetheart. How are you feeling, my love. You are my beautiful beloved, and I love you with all my heart. I am feeling somewhat off today. It's because of shuffling sleeping hours. I spent the early morning today with my Mom who is in hospital, and I still haven't caught up on sleep yet, but I remained physically active today. I cleaned my parents' house, I spent some time with my baby mangoes, and there was much kelisa (you know the legume that grows on my fence) to harvest. Almost a kilo, which is alarge bagful. I think I'll make soup with it tomorrow afternoon. It may seem that I sleep too much, but I estimate it to be about 7 hours a day . From about 12:30 am to 5 or 6 am, then 7 am to 8:30 or 9 am. Then I try to take a nap before voice training, because I could easily put myself into a coma with my own voice. I have fainted more than a couple of times during voice training, but not if I take a short nap before I start singing. I ate out all day today. People were buying, and I couldn't say no, especially when there's no time to cook. Eh! My heart doesn't feel good. I'm going to have to take it easy tonight. I want you to take it easy on your heart. Just because you're young, don't think you can push yourself and your heart too far. Get plenty of sleep, and eat properly. I need you. You're my girl.
Hi Erin Sweetheart. How are you feeling, my love. You are my beautiful beloved, and I love you with all my heart. I am feeling somewhat off today. It's because of shuffling sleeping hours. I spent the early morning today with my Mom who is in hospital, and I still haven't caught up on sleep yet, but I remained physically active today. I cleaned my parents' house, I spent some time with my baby mangoes, and there was much kelisa (you know the legume that grows on my fence) to harvest. Almost a kilo, which is alarge bagful. I think I'll make soup with it tomorrow afternoon. It may seem that I sleep too much, but I estimate it to be about 7 hours a day . From about 12:30 am to 5 or 6 am, then 7 am to 8:30 or 9 am. Then I try to take a nap before voice training, because I could easily put myself into a coma with my own voice. I have fainted more than a couple of times during voice training, but not if I take a short nap before I start singing. I ate out all day today. People were buying, and I couldn't say no, especially when there's no time to cook. Eh! My heart doesn't feel good. I'm going to have to take it easy tonight. I want you to take it easy on your heart. Just because you're young, don't think you can push yourself and your heart too far. Get plenty of sleep, and eat properly. I need you. You're my girl.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151125
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey there, Dreamer Girl! What do you dream of, my darling? Beautiful clothes and basketballs? I dream of guitars, drums and amplifiers. Dream on, huh?!
My Mom is still in hospital, so I spend my evenings there. So no yard work or cooking dinner at this time. Mom sure has a lot of energy for someone who just through surgery and is bedridden. So I took out for dinner. Just some fried noodles, but a lot of it. Want some?
We both know that our dreams are more complex than that. Just remember to stay optimistic, and pray. OK? You are my beautiful girl. I love you, and I need you.
Hey there, Dreamer Girl! What do you dream of, my darling? Beautiful clothes and basketballs? I dream of guitars, drums and amplifiers. Dream on, huh?!
My Mom is still in hospital, so I spend my evenings there. So no yard work or cooking dinner at this time. Mom sure has a lot of energy for someone who just through surgery and is bedridden. So I took out for dinner. Just some fried noodles, but a lot of it. Want some?
We both know that our dreams are more complex than that. Just remember to stay optimistic, and pray. OK? You are my beautiful girl. I love you, and I need you.
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