Everybody Shall Be Accepted No Matter What

I Remember One Night At Muzdalifa With Nothing But The Sky Overhead I Lay Awake Amid Sleeping Muslim Brothers And I Learned That Pilgrims From Every Land--every Color, And Class, And Rank; High Officials And The Beggar Alike--all Snored In The Same Language.

I Want To Be Remembered As Someone Who Was Sincere. Even If I Made Mistakes, They Were Made In Sincerity. If I Was Wrong, I Was Wrong In Sincerity.

When I Am Dead--i Say It That Way Because From The Things I Know, I Do Not Expect To Live Long Enough To Read This Book In Its Finished Form--i Want You To Just Watch And See If I'm Not Right In What I Say: That The White Man, In His Press, Is Going To Identify Me With "hate". He Will Make Use Of Me Dead, As He Has Made Use Of Me Alive, As A Convenient Symbol, Of "hatred"--and That Will Help Him Escape Facing The Truth That All I Have Been Doing Is Holding Up A Mirror To Reflect, To Show, The History Of Unspeakable Crimes That His Race Has Committed Against My Race.

I'm Trying To Get At This. That Is, A Man May Know That He Belongs To, Say, A Group - This Group Or That Group - But He Feels Himself Lost Within That Group, Trapped Within His Own Deficiencies And Without Personal Purpose.

The People Listening Very Closely To What The Muslims Have Always Declared. They'll Find That In Every Declaration There's The Fact That, The Same As, As Moses Told Pharaoh, "you're Doomed If You Don't Do So And So," Or As Daniel Told, I Think It Was Balthazar Or Nebuchadnezzar, "you Are Doomed If You Don't Do So And So."