Dearest Mohammed

 Dearest Mohammed,  I know not what the weather is like this time of year in The Middle East.  I am sure that Morocco was fine, but I know that your time in Mecca and Riyhad, Saudi Arabia, is divine.  Maybe we could meet up in Casablanca some time.  I miss you so.  I just thought that you should know.  Your bright eyes, your tall sleek form, and your smile glows and is not the norm.  I have known that you were King all along.  You have been so very strong.  You have been an emissary of peace.  I know when we met, you were diseased.  Heroin addiction had gripped you and your tribe.  You and your brothers were barely alive.  Now I know that you grow and imbue.  I received a telepathic communicae from you.  Pharaoh is doing fine.  He was also on the line.  I miss your intellectual tay ta tay with me, actually and telepathically.  I named you and your brother Abdou, Rumi and Sufi, and it was the buzz.  At that time, Somalia was your cuz.  Intel everywhere, why does she care?  It was quite the international soap opera.  I know that you had to get on the soap box a few times.  It was China on the line.  I knew that you and your brothers were there until you were 2.  Iran then came calling for all of you.  It was all a whirl for this little girl.  I am ready to swirl.  I will be a whirling dervish for yee or belly dance for you PRIVATELY in a tent.  I decree no sexuality in that tent.  It will just be for a moment that is heaven sent.  I know that that is very taboo for royalty like me and you.  We can just now be free to be ourselves, actually.  Our telepathic marriage was televised live in Beijing, and our reception at your restaurant was televised in space.  It is all so unreal, but BABY, I do really feel.  I am in a lot of pain in my heel.  I went to The Food Pantry today, and was mystically attacked along the way.  I can now barely stand.  It means that I must just stay in my land.  I will stay home and heal.  I will create, read, cook, and sleep.  I will drink fresh tea that I do steep.  Please do not believe that you are a creep.  Your absence is felt deep.  It is YOUR HEALTH that is important to me.  If you get too close, the CIA will give you HIV.  A syringe will be found close to you on the ground.  The police will test it and arrest you.  I do imbue you now.  Go after team sea cow.  Please love me from above and pray for my safety.  I give you this letter to bring you a night of deep serenity.  Look at the stars and see a man from Kenya, named Dasla, helped me go free.  He appeared in front of a church after I prayed to get home.  He carried my grocery bags as I had my backpack and did not roam.  He walked them up to the top of my stairs.  I shook his hand, after asking if he was comfortable to have me do so, without glares.  I wished him well and sent him on his way.  I miss you and wish you had been there today.  Love Your Shi ite Wife and Queen, for me ALWAYS be mean, Amal