Ain't No Fun When the Rabbit Got the Gun

By Peggy Franklin-El

In this book, Peggy Franklin-El better known as "The Sista" takes you on a journey of self fulfillment. Opening up about her Husband, Children, The journeys through the different schools of Islam, Being a member of the Moorish Science Temple Of America Incorporated and her journey to freedom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781387330348

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Ain't No Fun When the Rabbit Got the Gun

Ain’t No Fun When The Rabbit Got The Gun

Copyright © 2017   Tyson Pete LLC

Names related to this Memoir have been changed, in order to protect the well-being and privacy of those involved and their families.

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Written By

Peggy Franklin-El

Cover design, book design, and layout by

Tyson B. Pete

International Standard Book Number:

978-1-387-33034-8

Printed and Published in the USA

Table Of Contents

Dedication

Notes, Thoughts, And Stories Part 1

Islam: The Study And Practice Of Islam (Questions)

Islam The Future Of Man Kind

The Story Of Peggy Jane Franklin-El

Precious and Angel

Me

Jail

My Best Cousin Cudjo

Sister In The In-Crowd

School Days & Concerts, Racism From Both sides and From Kiddy Jail To The Big House

9Th Street

Daddy And Grandma Peggy

My Twin Go-Go

Notes, Thoughts and Stories Part 2

Allah Is The Great God

KILLER SIXTIES AND A Disturbed Child

My Drug Addiction

Islam And Slavery

Notes, Thoughts And Stories Part 3

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my Mother, who instilled in me to go after what I want at an early age; to my Father, who gave me the nickname Tops and loved his kids; to their parents; to my family – my brother, my sisters, my children and grandkids.  To all who has hated on me and who has helped me.  To my loving husband that has put up with my bullshit and stayed with me in spite of, not because of.  To my Holy Prophet Noble Drew Ali.  Last, but not least, to the one and only God Allah who made me.  He and he alone do I owe. He’s the only God I know. He’s the only God I owe.

My mother was a beautiful lady, tall good hair and she was a beauty queen she done hair and kept our hair done. She love her kids she took care of all nine of us by herself . Her Mother grandma would come from Texas to her help and stay awhile. My mama had a sister she had not seen since they was little and we saw her once when we was little. My grandma always called her name I vowed to myself I was gonna find my aunty and I did. My grandpa went to prison and when he got out he said it was one to many kids and that ain’t how it was when he left so he made my grandma get rid of on and her sister came and got her. Oh my, that was a big mess about where is she.

Burt, one of my cousins found her and gave me the address. So, her and my grandma got to see each other again and would be the last time she died the following February and a few years later my granny died. That was one of the reasons I joined the temple is cause grand body is in Chicago and that’s where my auntie was. When we meet again she was so happy to see me she just kept kissing me and hugging me. I had to talk to her about amends and forgiveness and she came to grand ma 100th birthday party and they talked and cried all night long.

My granny was a short pretty lady and had long hair she was a Cherokee Indian and so sweet that was my Angel. I dedicate this book to them cause they really kept me thinking. My uncles and my last Aunt that is still living and has done her best to be for us since her sister my mama been gone. Anybody that grows up without a parent in their prime years has to depend on other women to tell them the things they need to know. My step Mother ended up being my best friend and we took care of her when she got sick just like she had taken care of us. I dedicate this book to her.

To all my Beautiful sisters that did they best after mama died, to all my friends , ONE THANG ABOUT LIFE YOU DON’T NEVER KNOW WHAT GONNA HAPPEN AND WHO YOU GONNA LOSE OR GAIN THE IMPORTANT THING TO ME IS THE GOLDEN RULE DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WANT THEM TO DO YOU AND DO IT FIRST. WHEN I WAS RUNNING MY DRUG PROGRAM I MET PEOPLE FROM ALL WALKS OF LIFE THE HIGH, THE LOW, THE RICH, THE POOR, THE WISE, THE IGNORNT.

ONE THANG ABOUT A DOPE DEALER HE GONNA MAKE SURE HIS FAMILY EAT CAUSE AIN’T NOBODY TRYING TO HIRE HIM CAUSE HE GOT A RECORD HE OR SHE. WHEN I WORKED WITH GANG VIOLENCE THE FIRST THING THEY ASK WHEN I CALLED A GANG TRUCE, WAS WHO GONNA GIVE US A JOB. THE INNER CITY HAS BEEN DESINGED FOR OUR PEOPLE TO FAIL YOU SEE PAWN SHOPS LIQOUR STORES BUT YOU DON’T SEE THAT IN RICH HOODS. WHEN WE STARTED GETTING MEDICADE MONEY THEY GOT MAD GONNA SAY NO BODY IN THE HOOD HAD A DRUG OR ALCOHOL PROBLEM AND THE JUDGE GAVE THEM THE LIST THEY PICKE US OFF THE LIST. BUT WE WORKED WITH KIDS HAD A DRILL TEAM AND MARCHING BAND AND YOUTH CLUB ETC. THEY DON’T WANT THE INNER CITY TO HAVE NOTHING BUT DRUGS ALCOHOL AND ANGER AND THE HIGHEST YOU GET OFF ANGER IS MURDER AND YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE HIGH TO GET THAT MAD. NONE THE LESS WE MOVING ON UP YOU CAN NOT STOP ALLAH PLAN SO IT IS WHAT IT IS NOT WHAT IT WAS.

RACISM MEAN THE STUDY AND PRACTISE OF RACE A LOT OF PEOPLE DON’T KNOW WHAT ISM MEAN STUD LOOK WORDS UP. BUT HATE IS REAL SO WE ALREADY CONTROLING CAUSE WHEN YOU HATE SOMEBODY THEY CONTROLING YOU. LAST BUT NOT LEAST ISLAM ISM THE STUDY AND PRACTISE OF ISLAM. MUSLIMS IN THE EAST IS WAY DIFFERENT THAN MOSLEMS IN THE WEST EXSPEALLY THE MOORS AND THEY WANT US TO BE A WHAT EVER THEY RELIOION IS AND FORGET OUR NATIONALY. BUT THAT’S ALL THAT IS IN THE BIBLE IS NATIONALITY TRIBS AND NATIONS. AIN’T NO WHITE RACE OR BLACK, NEGRO, OR COLORED RACE ATTACHED TO THE HUMAN RACE. THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS IF WE ARE MADE IN THE IMAGE AND AFTER THE LIKENESS OF ALLAH GOD THEN HE GAVE US MORE THAN BLACK MEANS DEATH AND COLORED MEANS ANYTHING THAT’S BEEN PAINTED STAINED VARNISHE OR DIED. SO, IT GOES ON AND ON AND EACH IS OWN BUT DON’T HATE ON ME FOR WHAT I SAY IAM LET ME BE ME CAUSE IM GONNA LET YOU BE YOU….

I REALIZE OUT OF LIFE THAT ALL THE HURT ACE THAT HAS HAPPEN IN MY LIFE MOVED ME CLOSER TO ALLAH GOD I USE TO GET MAD CAUSE I WAS NOT GETTING MY WAY BUT MY WAY WAS IN ALLAH GOD WAY SO IT HAD TO GO THEN I REALIZED HOW HARD IT WAS TO GET THE HOLY SPIRIT BACK ONCE I BACK SLID, SO I PRAYED THAT I WOULD NOT BACK SLIDE NO MORE AND I WOULD MEET ALLAH GOD ON HIS TERMS AND GIVE UP MINE. HE HAS TAKEN ME FROM HIS GLORY TO HIS GLORY, TO HIS GLORY. PRISON MADE ME STRONGER IN HIM AND WEAKER IN ME. PEOPKLE RUN UP TO ME AT THE STORE OR AT AN EVENT AND SAY IM SO GLAD YOU HOME YOU HELPED ME SO MUCH THANK YOU. I WAS COMMIMG OUT THE STORE ONE DAY AND A LADY SAY MAM CAN YOU SPARE A DOLLAR I GAVE HER A DOLLAR AND I HEAR SOME ONE SAY AFTER ALL SHE BEEN THROUGH SHE CAME BACK HERE AND STILL HELPING PEOPLE. I KEPT ON GOING CAUSE I FELL FROM THE TOP IT WAS SLIPPERY UP THERE AND I HAD NOT BEEN THERE BEFORE BUT WHEN I FELL TO THE FLOOR I KNEW I COULDN’T FALL OFF THE FLOOR I HAD TOGET UP OFF THE FLOOR ID BEEN THERE BEFORE. SO, I GOT UP IN PRISON AND WORKED MY WAY OUT OF THERE THREW PRAYER AND FASTING AND GOING IN IN ALLAH WORD. THAT’S ALL WE CAN DO IF WE LIVE THREW A COLDBLOODED STORM IS GET UP AND DUST OFF AND KEEP GOING. I CAME OUT WITH MY HUSBAND MY DAUGHTERS AND GRANDKIDS AND NOW IM DOUBLE BLESSED TO HAVE TWINS GREAT GRAND SONS. AND FINISHING UP THIS BOOK. THE BEAT GOES ON YALL CAUSE HERE WE GO AGAIN ON TO THE NEXT ONE IS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT AND MAINLY GETTING BACK ON TRACK WITH YOUR GOD AND STAYING THERE. RIGHT HERE I WANT TO EXPRESS MY LOVE AND MY HONRS TO MY BROTHER AND SISTER IN LAW WHO READ THRW ALL MY HORRIABLE WRITING AND HELP MAKE IT POSSIABLE FOR YOU READ IT, TO MY BROTHER FOR ALWAYS BRING ME THE FINISHED PARTS SHE HAD DONE I TRULY APPRECIATE IT LOVE YALL.

THANKS FOR READING MY BOOK AND I PRAY THAT YOU GOT WHAT YOU NEEDED OUT OF IT.

PEACE AND LOVE,

PEGGY FRANKLI- EL, BETTER KNOWN AS ‘THE SISTA‘

MISCELLANEOUS NOTES

AND THOUGHT PROCESSING PART 1

A lie cannot last forever – Martin Luther King, Jr.

A glorious fool!  I love you.

My cousin killed by her boyfriend/husband

One of my sister dies in a ma and pa kettle   house in Denver.

Ice is Meth – Girl says you stay high for 3 days

Re-incarnation

Prophet Noble Drew Ali

Prophet Mohammed

Mama and Daddy – Car wreck in OK

Stabbing

Mr. Mr.

Boo boo

Old Man

Fishing – caught a turtle

What age is too you to know???

Annaq kills her Father

This chick – I went to school with – kills her mother

McDonald’s French fries first opened in Denver

Running, Jack Tournament

Talent Show

Marching in parades

I love Music – My first record player / camera

Shot her in the butt

My other sister sick from swimming

First baby I saw

Marbles I played

Clackers, played the mess out of them had all kinds of knots on my hand lol

Rabbits, went rabbit hunting with my dad and then every Easter he by us a white rabbit we fed it lettuce and give it water. Then after Easter we come daddy done killed the rabbit and frying it.

Cousin Edna Mae, brought me this big blue bear I loved that bear I don’t know what happen to that bear.

Halloween – Man raised up out of casket, we ran like hell I been trick or treat since and don’t like it.

Every step you take to get to the Temple Allah is blessing you even more.  He takes three for blessing.  When you listen to the Moslems talk about prayer, they all have something different to say.  Now we pray five times a day, true that we all agree on that but rather if one person is praying should that person call the prayer before they pray?  And how can you pray without calling the prayer?  I tried it, it was not complete for me.  I been in this prison for four years.  Most of this time I have been the only dedicated Moslem. 

One sister, she was a good sister but she was gay and did not attend her meetings like she should.  She knew the prayers in Arabic and all that but what good did that do her if she was not going to live right?  On Friday, Holy day for all Moslems all over the world she comes to pray, sticks around a second and bounces.  But I tell you this… she has courage enough for the truth and once all them prayers gonna hit her and she gonna fall on her face for real.  See no prayer goes in vain.  Allah listens to those who praise him.  My Lord to you be all the praise.  Now the reason I say what I say is because I use to rip and run in them streets, good time houses, dope houses, jig joints, cut throat joints, the nine.

I’d have a syringe in my arm saying I worship the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.  I had a big purse I carried with me.  My Holy Koran, of The Moorish Science Temple Of America Inc. my Bible, Holy Quran of Mecca and all was in this purse.  I been in the name place preaching the Word.  Sometimes they would say hell no, not today Peggy.  What was I doing?  I was seeking, I was trying to find myself and my God.  That’s how I can tell you no prayer goes unanswered and Allah hears all prayers no matter where we at mentally, physically or spiritually.  Because Allah knew we are finite and that we are sinners, so he has bared with us all these years because he could