how will history judge us?
I sometimes think about people like Marco Polo,
Ibn Battuta, Temujin Khan and Nusayba bint Ka'b,
they were just people. People who bled and cried, who hoped and dreamed.
Some of them more privileged than others but vulnerable all the same.
I wonder, do all people know and understand how it feels to fly?
I read something the other day, that we are all a part of the cosmos,