Only one is real. Awkward, a nation
with no citizens, only holders of birthrights.
Impossibly sexy where the loveliest of women are soiled by understanding
then bloomed by the culture, beyond the power of plucking to the deep nourishing of equality’s seeds. Honorably disrespectful in minding oneself to
build a Nation, to then mine past the borders of every country of the
world. All to mind all the human
families with offerings, guidance and leadership.
41 years of the most dastardly, defiling and debasing acts done to
devilishment in the name of Allah. All
from a time with ideals and principles conveyed via the fist as often as the word. When poor was not perceived as poverty but
the valiant intent to share unconditionally.
Now, there are far more pages to click leaving the leaflets of the
returned and aging sages to wither beyond the reasons of their broken grammar.
Wherever our destination, the swine of its doorman and the putridness
of the halls are telling. That the smell
of intoxicated escape battles the invigorating aroma of learning children is a
script of hypocrisy. It is played by actors
that come in the name and rarely lack in the rambling of their information,
masquerading as knowledge. If I find
solace in the embrace of this cipher to share ideas, it is that the Nation
itself is not saved from the hells it loves through for right. There is honor in a knowledge of self when
it survives its fad of membership and is a way of life in any era. So we must war through hypocrites, devils and
ignorance not as the chores for the grand title of Allah but as the lived
history of those with sincere intent (Love) of (conscious or unconsciously) chosen
work (Hell) that borns all for more righteousness (Right). For us, it must be real to be, not merely to be
with.
And as I have the honor to share at the root, Allah School in Mecca, I
see a people I must speak of, a place our mind must be at and a thing that we
ought to live. The cipher of people are
not mere African Americans but the entire population of Original people
throughout the world. The knowledge of
self extended throughout the United States by the Honorable Elijah Muhammad,
and understood by Allah, the Father, was formatted for the masses of African American
oppressed here. Elijah warred against
Christianity with its own weapons pitting himself as the evangelist of truth
with a rivaling institution that could protect the people better. Yet, throughout the history this G has
studied, no one has shared the truth of God, as man, to the young until Allah,
the Father. It is on this poor part that
Mecca exists again and where all the human families collide for the truth. We must teach this way and know the
Ecuadorian, the Mexican, the Vietnamese as we know the so-called Negro. We must understand 9,000 miles of water is
not all swam or drowned in the same manner.
There are no Original people of Black.
All Original people are Black, of the 16 shades from Black, Brown to
Yellow. Our Original people have only
suffered differently but we are all biochemically and mentally supremely a-like
at our core.
The place our mind must be at is in the Real. Who can learn who God is if they have not let
go of the mysterious being, energy and/or force that they actively believe in. The student is in the perfect equality when
they are willing to be wrong about anything at any moment. They now can learn at all times. So as they have a comfort in being wrong,
even as they do wrong, they will develop the willingness to be right, even if
they are alone. The Real is in living a
life of learning beyond necessity and just for the love of it. A poor righteous teacher, sacrificing what
they have to teach all that they have to those who may use it. Those willing to prepare for the separation
of inner enlightenment and societal success if they can only be merged
hypocritically. Here, the teacher
performs unconditionally in a full school but prepares intensely as the student
in his empty classroom.
All for that thing we ought to live, a life of innovation. Innovation that honors the truth of what must
be preserved. Innovation that is as
dynamically unique as the preserved root it came from. Mere preservation produces an enforced
tradition whereas proper innovation applied promotes a writing of a rejuvenated
history. The babies are the greatest
through our mere offering of forums. A
forum for them to experiment with their explosive ideas, challenging thoughts
and precocious insight. Showing them the
honor in consistent principle as well as the universal change they may instill
as creators.
Without this cipher fulfilled, we could be left with kids of the worst
part. Peddlers of truth, Kings of tiny
corners and gods that pray for...just some weak Niggas With Allah.
Peace,
Sunez Allah
