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There's a 'Hell' traveling on the road searching for 'Purpose'. On one side of the coin, there are many hidden dangers of deception. There is a risk factor, for not knowing what lies ahead of the unseen, for any of them. Love, convictions, lies, and hatred challenge the emotions like a pendulum, not knowing how deep it will cut, or how close it will bring Matri to the bridge between life and death. Being confronted with the character of a snake and a live snake... There's a 'Heaven" traveling on the road searching for 'Purpose.' On the flip side of the coin, there are many rewards upon discovering the need to find 'Purpose'. There is a reward for convictions, faith, trust, and love, patiently challenging what lies ahead of the unseen. There is a satisfaction that is gained and a hidden sweetness of finding out that love is a many splendid thing. "True Love" is like going down into the bottom of the ocean, finding a pearl.

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Publié par	First Edition Design Publishing
Date de parution	25 août 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781622879564
Langue	English

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MATRIARCH II

Journey to Purpose

A Novel

By Wajeedah Mohammad
MATRIARCH II
Journey to Purpose
Copyright ©2015 Wajeedah Mohammad

ISBN 978-1622-879-56-4 EBOOK

July 2015

Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

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Wajeedah Mohammad, Publisher/Editorial Director
Yvonne Rose/Quality Press, Production Coordinator
The Printed Page, Interior Design & Cover Layout
Cover Illustration by Jerry Booker and David Alsieux
DEDICATION

Dedication to my great supporters: Brenda Horne, Wakeelah Muhammad, Lillian Furqan, Quadyrah Muhammad, Cecil Berry, Baseemah Muhammad, Linda Nelson, Kareemah Muhammad, Sakinah Sabur, Shira Oglesby, Lavania Robinson, Basimah Abdus-Salaam , Lucille Roberts, Mary Barr-James, Roberta Morton, Brenda Hayes, Matina Ismeal, Sandy Wright-Nelson, Daphne Benyard, Zaidah Bilal--Shareefah--lawyees sisiter--Sabrina Harris, Micheal McDougald, Hassana Shaw,Sutanah Witfield, Gloria Valentine, Amina Bey, Aminah Bilal, Zaritha Mateen, Elizabeth Nasari, Andrienne Terry, Vera Marshall, Sandy Daily, Debra Duhart-Ball, Evelyn Lee, Trisha Edwards, Latifah Hamid, Aishah Abdul-Hakim, Tara Williams, Aminah Walker, Rasheedah Zaid, Sandy Daily, Deish Williams, Carol Griffith, Rasheedah Ziyad, Qadriyyah Saku, Allie Davis, Junita Moore, Salima Rasul, Bennedette Lamb (Quadriyyah)Latifah Hamid, Baheerah Salaam

Fredrica Bey: Community Activist; Professor Daphne Benyard

In loving memory: Irene Horne, Annie Mantion, Mary (Dee) Barr, Rosa Cooper, Ora Moore and to the many countless others....

Salahuddin K. Muhammad, Roy Crawford, Richard Boyd, Labeeb Malik Abdullah, James Daids, Abdul-rahman Muhammad, George Sabir, Rasul Ansari, A. Akbar Muhammad, Rajahn, Nassiruddin, Bilal Muhammad, Thomas James, Darriel Collier
Dr. Trevor Atherley , M.D., P.A.; Dr. Gaylln Faust- Rukus, DO, FACOOG
Mayor Cory Booker; Mayor Wayne Smith
Imams: K. Abdul Kreem, Wyudeen Shareef, Craig Drinkard, Mustafah El-Amin, Aqueel Mateen, Akbar Muhammad, Siraj Wahhaj
ACKOWLEDGEMENTS

I'm grateful to Allah (G'd) who gave me the health and strength to endure the trials and tribulations of accomplishing this novel.

In loving memory I dedicate this book to my beloved grandmother, Rosa Cooper; My mom , Ruth Fleming the number one Matriarch of my life.

To my beloved friend Debra Lee who is very special. She devoted her time, always lending her ears to me, never giving up on me and sharing my dreams.

To Mrs. Yvonne Rose, Director of the # 1 African American Self-Publishing Book House/Quality Press. Meeting her as an editor was a blessing. She heard my concerns and consulted with me; she delivered kindness, opportunity and a willingness that gave me hope.

In loving memory of Clara Muhammad. I dedicate this book to the Matriarch, Mother Clara Muhammad, the First Lady of the NOI. She was married to the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. She helped establish the University of Islam and Muslim Girls Training schools providing education to the Nation of Islam. Clara and Elijah Muhammad carved a space in American history –she was The Mother of Education and he was the foundation of Islam in America- and opened up the very first Islamic School in the nation; thus changing the face of freedom and education in America forever.

In 1975 her son Warith Deen Mohammed, who assumed leadership of the Nation Of Islam , renamed the University of Islam schools the Sister Clara Muhammad Schools in her honor. There are roughly 75 Clara Muhammad schools across the country.

To the movement of the beautiful spirit of the women all over the world, taking a stand and listening to their hearts, telling them to listen to the troubles of family and the world, taking on the challenge, just like a Matriarch .
PROLOGUE

There's a 'Hell' traveling on the road searching for 'Purpose'. On one side of the coin, there are many hidden dangers of deception. There is a risk factor, for not knowing what lies ahead of the unseen, for any of them. Love, convictions, lies, and hatred challenge the emotions like a pendulum, not knowing how deep it will cut, or how close it will bring Matri to the bridge between life and death. Being confronted with the character of a snake and a live snake...

There's a 'Heaven" traveling on the road searching for 'Purpose.' On the flip side of the coin, there are many rewards upon discovering the need to find 'Purpose'. There is a reward for convictions, faith, trust, and love, patiently challenging what lies ahead of the unseen. There is a satisfaction that is gained and a hidden sweetness of finding out that love is a many splendid thing. “True Love” is like going down into the bottom of the ocean, finding a pearl.
CHAPTER ONE - The Mosque And The Lives Of Men

Sunday, the doorbell starts ringing.
Osmon ’s jaws move rapidly . He rubs the sweat off his forehead and thinks, I know Claudia did not stand me up now .
“Osmon, Osmon.” Claudia calls, looking down from the top of the stairs. Claudia’s boys are looking down at Osmon. “Up here,” says Paul. Under his breath, Roy calls Osmon a knucklehead.
Osmon looks up the stairs at Claudia. “Well, what are you doing up there? I thought you were going with me to the Mosque?”
Claudia gazes at Osmon. “I am.”
“If that’s the case, why are you just standing there looking at me?” asks Osmon.
“Maybe cause ya’ look real good in that FOI uniform. I remember ya' tole me it waz' called a ‘Fruit of Islam’ uniform. Ya' face have a nice glow in it.
He blushes, standing up like a soldier and says firmly, “Thank you Claudia.”
“Well, If ya’ feel that way, just gimme a minute. Go on in the car. I’ll be right out in one minute,” says Claudia
“Ah okay,” says Osmon.
Matri, Taresa and Claudia are all wearing pretty scarves, with long skirts. Osmon and Anthony stand proudly with the door open waiting for them.
Ruth stands in the door watching them walk downstairs just like ladies. Taresa walks down and holds her stomach with her slender hands . Claudia thinks. “I got some of Matri in me now; I’m a lady.”

Osmon wonders, Who is the pregnant woman with Claudia?"
Anthony was mesmerized by Matri. He asks, “Who’s that other beautiful looking Queen, with Claudia?” Matri, Claudia and Taresa walk with their heads held high, just like beautiful peacocks.
Osmon couldn’t take his eyes off of them. “Umm, that’s Claudia’s sister, Matri.”
“Matri…ummm,” says Anthony, his flawless skin is glowing. .Standing tall like a soldier dressed immaculately in his blue FOI uniform; Anthony walks with militancy, escorting the ladies to the car, like a gentleman. Ruth stands at the door with the children, watching attentively.
They’re all impressed with the way Brother Anthony escorts them to the car. He reaches out to their hands, putting them into the back seat . Matri gets in first, thinking, Well now, I ‘clare. This is fit for a lady. Anthony makes you feel special like a lady should, just like a beautiful flower.
Claudia gets in next, smiling at Osmon; she glances at Matri and looks up as Osmon watches her in the mirror. Osmon thinks, Now what is more beautiful than seeing this in the wilderness of North America?
Anthony bows to Taresa, extending his hand very gently to her. She holds onto his hand like Cinderella, who ha s just met her prince. She acknowledges Osmon and says, “Peace brother.”
Osmon glances from the side. “Peace be unto you, my Queen,” says Osmon. Taresa slightly holds her head down, blushing. “Queen?” Taresa says to herself.
Claudia looks at Osmon thinking, smiling, Told cha’ I would do some fishin ’ . Caught two mermaids.
Osmon, reading Claudia’s mind, looks through the mirror, chuckling and nodding at her ; thinking, You sure did .
As they ride along slowly, Taresa thinks to herself, with teary eyes, He called me a ‘Queen.’ Ain’t never been called no ‘Queen b’fore. Do he know what he sayin'? “ Hate to think of what I was called b’fore.
“Here we are sisters,” says Anthony. “I’ll let you, right out.” Anthony reaches for Taresa’s hand, helping her out of the car .
Taresa thinks, " Oh he’s reachin’ for my hand to let me out of the car? Well, I ain’t never had nobody reach for my hand to let me out of no car before. Who he think I am? I ‘clare ."
“Oops”, says Anthony. “Watch your step, sister,” he says politely.
He so gentle with me and this here stomach , Taresa’s eyes widen. It makes me feel like a Miss America pageant person and I know I ain’t no Miss America. I ain’t that foolish.
Anthony reaches for Claudia’s hand. Claudia mumbles, "Now Lorraine alwaze say ta' move the right leg first.” Claudia swings her right leg and Osmon looks at her hard. She starts walking straight ahead, like a lady.
Matri gets out of the car, walking like royalty. Anthony is taken by her beauty and elegance. Osmon elbows him to get it together.
“Brother!” he yells…”Oh—yes! ” Osmon wants to laugh. Anthony straightens himself up.
Everyone watches Matri as she walks gracefully across the floor. “Go to the right, sisters. The sisters are going to check you. It’s a formality. Don’t take it personal,” says Anthony.
A very pleasant lady dressed in white says, “Come on over here, sisters.” They all look at her with astonishment.
Matri says, “These women are friendly and graceful.”
Taresa glances at the men, talking to herself and says, “These sure is some good lookin' men. Ain’t never seen nothin’ like it in my life. If I wasn’t pregnant I’d sure work hard on gettin’ me one. We’re bein’ escorted by the sisters to our seats. This sure is alotta escortin’."
“Sit h