Peace, one and all…
History has already happened.
The events of yesterday remain there,
forever locked away
in some strange and distant land.
But his-story and her-story
remain ever fresh before the eyes,
gaining taste and flavour with each telling.
The events mean little by themselves.
It is the meanings we assign
that give them wings,
that they might fly into forever.
So make your own story,
Are you not Adam’s son,
who named all things?
(Abdur Rahman, 5th August 2007)