Black (Kaalay)and Muslim . Y am I not surprised about the latter part . I WAS afraid of this . Another wrong done . I dont feel good . Would anyone . IM not late, i just got my balls back . Im already going nuts and im thinking of reviewing diaries .Anyways I just read this yesterday . Thought id share it with your .



The Song Of Man ; By Kahlil Gibran .



I was here from the moment of the Beginning, and here I am still. And I shall remain here until the end Of the world, for there is no Ending to my grief-stricken being.



I roamed the infinite sky, and Soared in the ideal world, and Floated through the firmament. But Here I am, prisoner of measurement.



I heard the teachings of Confucius; I listened to Brahma's wisdom; I sat by Buddha under the Tree of Knowledge. Yet here I am, existing with ignorance And heresy.



I was on Sinai when Jehovah approached Moses; I saw the Nazarene's miracles at the Jordan; I was in Medina when Mohammed visited. Yet here I am, prisoner of bewilderment.



Then I witnessed the might of Babylon; I learned of the glory of Egypt; I viewed the warring greatness of Rome. Yet my earlier teachings showed the Weakness and sorrow of those achievements.



I conversed with the magicians of Ain Dour; I debated with the priests of Assyria; I gleaned depth from the prophets of Palestine. Yet, I am still seeking truth.



I gathered wisdom from quiet India; I probed the antiquity of Arabia; I heard all that can be heard. Yet, my heart is deaf and blind.



I suffered at the hands of despotic rulers; I suffered slavery under insane invaders; I suffered hunger imposed by tyranny; Yet, I still possess some inner power With which I struggle to greet each day.



My mind is filled, but my heart is empty; My body is old, but my heart is an infant. Perhaps in youth my heart will grow, but I Pray to grow old and reach the moment of My return to God. Only then will my heart fill!



I was here from the moment of the Beginning, and here I am still. And I shall remain here until the end of world, for there is no Ending to my grief-stricken being.



Undoubtedly Gibran is still me favourite writer .



Today's word , NAFRAT . Meaning "Hate" . Now this is something which you really need to know becasue the moment you hear 'nafrat' , you'd know what to do . Kaalay (black) you already know .