If I were Harun al Rashid

I remembered the story this morning...

How Harun al Rashid used to dress up

To travel disguised as a simple man...

As to learn about his people...

I remember one of the stories, in particular...

About him and the beggar...

How the beggar pretended to be someone...

He wasn't...

But in the end, justice prevailed...

And Harun returned home...

To tell his subjects about his discoveries...

I wondered many times...

What would I have done if I were him...?

Would I have done the same...?

He became immortal because of the stories...

That the people wrote about him...

But what would I have done...

If I were him?

For a minute, a day, or a week?

I imagine myself travelling all around Baghdad...

 To meet people, to learn about their customs...

To blend in a gathering of people...

And later on to tell the stories...

But what would I have done if I encountered problems?

And mean people along the way?

Would I have been the same...

Good and gentle...?

I wonder if I were you, Harun al Rashid...

Would the stories be the same?

I might be just a simple girl...

But my imagination is wild...

Yes... I would have liked to be you, Harun al Rashid...

But maybe I would have done the things...

Differently...