Art.Of.My.Words

I hear of you, O Black Seed, I hear of your praises,  What are you, O Black Seed? What are you? Black Seed, What am I? I am the Black Caraway, From Egypt I come, I am the Kalonji, Black Seed, I am thymol, Thymoquinone , Thymol hydroquinone,  All in one. Black Caraway, I am a miracle seed,  I am what Cleopatra used as cosmetic treatment Kalonji, I am that Pharaoh Tutankhamun placed on his tomb, I am what the Greatest man, Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H) talked of, I heal all, except Death. Kalonji, I am the Roman Coriander, What Isaiah talked about in the Old Testament, What Dioscorides used to cure head and toothaches, I am the Habbat Al Barakah,  The Blessed seed, from Arabia, The one whose prominence was gained, During the rise of Islam. Black Cumin, I am a antidepressant, Ensuring my user succumbs not to stress, An inflammatory, liver protector, Fennel Flower, I fight cancer, courtesy of alpha-heredin in me, I remedy many, Diabetes, asthma, epilepsy, Bl

He was neither too tall nor too short, yet when he stands in a crowd he is the tallest until the group disperses.  He was white but not too white, with a rosy tint.  His neck shined like silver and slender like an oriental jug.  He had a broad forehead with thick eyebrows.  This man I talk about had thick hair, neither curly nor straight, which he would at times part at the middle and never did it extend the lower tip of his ears.  This person had a protracted and slender nose with narrow nostrils, large majestic eyes with jet-black pupils and long lashes.  His mouth was not very small with teeth glistening and spacious.  His face was radiant as if the sun were following its course across and shining from his face.  At the time of his death, he had 17 white hairs shared between his temples and the front of his thick beard.  He had hairs on his forearms and shins and a thin fine line ran from his chest to his navel whereas his chest and belly were free from any hairs. This hon