بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaam-Alaikum Ma Bebies!!!! 🙂
MY LAST DAY IN “THE A”
GOT TO SAY “GOODBYE” TO THE HOMIE.
I was scared I was going to have to leave without saying, “Bye”
When I left L.A., I was so emotional, my roommate caught me crying. (Hey, P!) And I didn’t want to go through that again. But it was different this time. Idky. But I didn’t want to just up and leave without saying goodbye, like I did when I left L.A. Then, I just left. It felt too permanent, saying goodbye, so I just kinda snuck out without telling anybody.
This time, I felt so empty, like I would’ve been missing something if I didn’t get to say goodbye I would’ve been really REALLY missing something. CLOSURE. I guess.
So, I’m really happy about that.
I took the Megabus to NOLA!!!!!
I LOVE IT HERE!
I LOVE THEIR ACCENTS EVEN MORE THAN NYC ACCENTS!!! And the gold teeth!!!! Ikr? When it’s done right, I think, it can be really cool.
I finally had a heart to heart with a Brother from the A.
OMG, why did I get kicked out the program???!!!!
I am not one to behave like a sheep. I can’t stand people bossing me around or telling me what to do, and that’s all they do there. SHEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!!!
I AIN’T THE ONE!
So, when I wouldn’t go to bed when everybody else single filed to their respective bedrooms, homegirl called the police on me. I was so through, I just didn’t say nothing and they took me to the hospital.
It was aight. NO has the best psych ward I’ve ever seen. Most hospitals’ psych wards are so dismal and depressing looking, you would think it wasn’t even part of the hospital. I don’t know WHY they do that. As if psych patients weren’t already mentally depressed, they house us in facilities that are dirty, and rundown and dismal and DEPRESSING.
In NO, I had a view of a waterfall, huge windows of the skyline and it was peaceful.
Anyway, I met a Muslim Brother and he was so animated and lively. I LOVED talking to him. Brothers from the A have a cool accent too.
It was the first time anybody called me “SHAWTY” 😀 I LOVED THAT TOO.
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So, when I got out the hospital, the Security AND one of the Techs broke me off with some dividends!!!! $20 each. Which was hella cool cause I was kinda broke. SHUKRAN IKHWAN!!!! WA RAHMATUALLA WA BARAKATU!!!!
So, when I got out the hospital, Allah Told Me it was time for me to leave the A, I just had to decide where to go. For a while, I was really considering going to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I read they have a shelter for Muslims and My Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ went to Florida not too long ago.
I always end up following him.
Then, I was thinking about going to NYC, cause I met this Buster LOL Rhymes doppel from Queens and he made me want to go out there to meet Rakim or somebody with equal swag.
But there’s no place like NEW ORLEANS.
THE MUSIC PERIOD.
I told my Sister, “If I’m going to be homeless, I want to be homeless somewhere FUN!!!“
THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING TO DO IN NEW ORLEANS.
And I had planned on being out here for the Essence Music Fest, but I thought it was in late July or August.
Why did I arrive in town during the Fest???
Allah is The Best Planner.
I didn’t go to any shows because I found out MAXWELL had performed the night before I arrived in town, and nobody else compares, so I just enjoyed the fringe activities.
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MY LAST DAY IN THE A – PART TWO
I got to see the REAL ATLANTA, where the Black Folks live.
I spent my entire month in the A downtown, in FIVE POINTS, my second home, New Orleans is my first home. But Five Points is where I was living.
When I got in town, I thought I was going to get an apartment, or a weekly, or even a shelter, but Allah Had other plans. He wants me to experience homelessness and what a vast majority of Black people are going through.
It helps me relate better to them.
But, one night I watched a GMOB video, and I was like “that’s” the Atlanta I wanna see – the Atlanta where Black folks live. I hadn’t seen nothing but drug dealers, crack heads, hoes, pimps, homeless people and the uppity Black folks that work downtown and love devils. Oh and of course, the Muslims.
(Hey KeKe, Lanyah, Kimmie and Kahleelah!!!! I miss you guys sooooo much!!!!!!!!! Next time I see you, In sha Allah, I want to see you all in LONG SKIRTS! You can keep your kicks, like me. Don’t give your Dad a hard time and go easy on the old bats at the Masjid. I’m making DUA for your Mom and T.T. too. 🙂 ❤ السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته)
But when I saw that video, I started trying to see a RESIDENTIAL neighborhood, you know HOUSES. I had seen a few, but it didn’t look like where GMOB shot their video. So, I took a busride and ended up in BUCKHEAD. (I know, they got some crazy names outchea. Some good ones like “Sweet Auburn,” “Augusta” and “Peachtree” but Buckhead? Anyway, I had heard that that was where the rich Atlanta celebrities like Ush and JD live, so I wanted to see that area.
It was bigger than I expected, but it was a rich WHITE neighborhood. I was expecting a rich BLACK neighborhood.
So I was still on the hunt.
So anyway, Allah Had Been Signaling me to buy a camera. So, when I was in the hospital a brother told me about a pawn shop where I could get one for cheap and they guarantee all their stuff.
So, when I got my check, MY LAST DAY IN THE “A”, I headed out to this pawn shop.
It was on Campbellton Road, which is where everybody told me there were TWO Nation of Islam mosques, so I was hoping I would get to see those two, but I had no idea what Allah Had in store for me.
I get on this bus, right? From off the train, and I saw this like huge area of about a half-acre of nothing but TREES!!!!!! I was like “Okay…” and I asked this Brother, who I had just asked was this S.W.A.T.S (SOUTHWEST ATLANTA) that GMOB is always talking about, “What is that?” He said, “SWATS.” I was like OMG!!!!! Why are there like huge areas with nothing but TREES, like right on the sidewalk (if there was a sidewalk) LOL
I was just busting up laughing to myself. I could not believe there were so many TREES and shrubbery and whatnot, like RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!
Where I’m from, you have to drive for hours to see something like that and they have them right next door or even in their backyard. All I could think about was how much FUN it must be to be a child and live somewhere like that.
So, as soon as the bus got to the end of the line, I headed straight for them TREES. I HAD to get into them. It was wonderful. I had on all white, some fresh new white shelltoes, but I didn’t care!
I was hitting them TREES. (Pun intended) 😀 j/k
Muslims don’t smoke.
To say I loved it out there in those trees would be an understatement.
I am so grateful to have been able to see that on my LAST DAY IN THE “A.”
ALLAHU AKBAR!
AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM
I have more to write, but time is up on the computer.
Check back tomorrow, In Sha Allah….
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MY LAST DAY IN THE A – PART THREE
Okay, so after I left the forest of TREES, I was returning to the bus depot and one of the bus drivers called out to me. So, I stopped. I was going to get on his bus anyway, to escape the heat, but I saw the bus I needed behind him so I was going to keep walking if he hadn’t said something.
So, I looked and at first I thought he was one of my husband’s – THE KING’S – doppels, then I looked again and it was my Brother from THE SAME FATHER (ALLAH, WHO CAME IN THE DIVINE PERSON OF MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM BE PRAISED FOREVER) JOOOOOOEEEEE!!!!!!!
I could not believe it!!!!
He and his family moved out to the A in 2006 and I have not talked to him since. His wife is my cousin but things have not been right between us since our friends and family gave her a going-away party and didn’t invite me.
(SO-CALLED FRIENDS AND FAMILY)
It’s some other stuff too that I don’t want to put out here but I called her twice and she called me once but I felt like, no, WAIT, she didn’t call me, she commented on one of my poems on FB. 😥 And I felt like she was only trying to let everybody know she knew me. And I was straight.
But Joe.
They met each other through me and my then boyfriend. And they’ve been married for about twenty years or more.
My father and my son were in the A at the same time, but out of all the people in my family, I ran into my cousin-in-law, the good Brother, Joe. Allahu Akbar!!!
We talked for awhile and I was so happy to see him. He looked good. Older and more mature but happy and healthy. And he told me my son got to reunite with his cousin, who is just one day older than him.
They are Yahya and Isa.
My son still relates the “now” funny story about when the Farrakhaners forgot he and his cousin were in the Mosque and locked them in. SMH They were three years old.
Me and my cousin were waiting for the Brothers to drop them off for like hours, not knowing our babies had been locked in the Mosque and were about to be left there to fend for themselves. My son told me they were yelling and banging but one of the Farrakhaners forgot his Quran and other books, and that’s the only reason they got out.
My son can tell the story better, but that was a RED FLAG.
I ignored it.
Another RED FLAG was when I was over my cousins house watching a Farrkhan video and he appeared to have horns like a devil.
I told my cousin what I saw but we just laughed it off.
F.O.R.E.S.H.A.D.O.W.I.N.G……..
So, anyway, Joe gave me his phone number. But I don’t really have anything to say. He looked goo and that was good enough for me. Our children can keep in touch, In sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah). He was reading one of Farrakhan’s newspapers and asked me if I had been to the Mosque. So, I can’t agree with him. When he asked those questions, I dismissed myself before we got into an argument.
He said he had recognized me from a distance, that’s why he called out to me. He still called me by my birth name and I didn’t even correct him. I think because my Zawji still calls me that. BUT NOBODY ELSE better call me that ever again. JOE, MY NAME IS LOVE.
~ LOVE ALLAH
AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT.
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