Amal Speaks

There is so little that I have to share today. There is a quickening and sliding in my dreams. I feel that Somali nation is activating behind the lies of their existence. I tell them that they can do better. A new nation rise, recording and film industry and rich Arab private vacation spots in their own nation. Things have not proved to be so great here. Their beaches are some of the best in the world. PIRATES can form MILITIAS (perfectly internationally legal), to protect their waters and these magestic spaces. They will have to clear their space after we start a ground zero project for them. WORKING TOGETHER is king. I am one of the only outsiders who has seen the holy feeding of a SCRIBE, his name was Barre, with 100% Somali food and rice and ONLY touched by the washed hands of their most holy ladies. These conditions must stay. Holiness is an INTERNAL, not an external. Knowing a silent nation is impossible if they never speak to outside authority. Now THAT is power. THIS little allah took on that scribe with a simple telekinesis handshake. He looked in my eyes as he submitted and yelled, "ALLAH". It was precious, holy, and dangerous, but I guess they have given way and appointed me head of Somali Nation gangs today. I constantly work on projects to send their way. My assignment is MERGER. No more fighting within. Work behind new Somali city counsel member to place high and holies at the top of these towers, only surrounded by hierarchy. Prayers can then be there (no need to go into the frigid weather), and it will become the first moseque not set on a ground level. Just know that I have only bought ONE prayer rug (brown). I was untrained, thus my cat took it over. She still lives (with my mother who, at this time teaches Somali ladies ENGLISH), the cat's name is TRIUMPH (FRENCH PRONUNCIATION) I bought this rug in the Twin Cities, on Franklin in MPLS (with compass combined). I use towels now to honor allah and community when need be, because I believe in hierarchy and FRATERNITY.