For 1001 Arabian nights, 
Scheherazade sat 
on the sultan’s bed,
entrancing him with stories,
night after night, until 
he sent away the executioner
waiting outside the door.

If stories could capture 
even a brutal man’s attention,
think of what we can do, 
sharing our fears and sorrows 
until we soften like the sultan, 
to see beyond our own rage 
the humanity of each beating heart.