Farah,+Khalil

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I decided rather than tell the boring usual things about myself i would make my bio a pseudo-bio in homeric epic:

 Sing! O Muse, with heavenly verse of the man whose toil lies within this portfolio! Paint with the brilliant colors of your words of his origins, brand within the hearts of those who read of his deeds.

 Khalil, son of Eddie, of the line of Farah was born on the ides of May in the year of our Lord 1990 within the large walled city of Jacksonville, famous for its gold plated port. Upon his birth his mother, Reem, daughter of Michelle, from the proud city of Jappa took him to a priest who gazed upon the child and spoke, saying “hear ye, Reem, of the city of Jappa! This child is nothing special!” So she went away.

After he was old enough to walk his father, Eddie son of Easa, looked upon him and declared, “my son shall not be raised as a shepherd, ignorant of the stars and the ways of medicine, he shall go to school and learn from many a wise man of philosophy and law!”

 Years later, after many a semester burdened with the harsh life of elementary school, Khalil, of the line of Farah, set out for the school that is high so that he may one day attend a University of great renown. After many a test, meeting such brave companions, and many a night filled with wine, Khalil, of the line of Farah, was told by his tutor “Go hence! This no longer is a place for a man of your knowledge! You must travel the arduous drive to the ancient city of Athens, renown for its scholars and its bars!” And there was much rejoicing in the golden-ported city.

 Khalil, of the line of Farah, prepared for his departure. His parents bid him farewell and advised him “be not uneager to learn but do not also be to hesitant to have fun, listen to the learned men and be mindful of others!” He heard his parents and kissed his mother goodbye replying, “Fear not! For I have grown in a bud that has been nourished in the milk of these virtues! Allow the bud to flower that I may accomplish something to prove myself! And if it be written by the fates that I should fail, it will be by no fault of effort!”

 Now look yourself, O reader, upon what he presents to your critical eye.

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