"Maktub" means "It is written." The Arabs feel that "It iswritten" is not really a good translation, because, although everythingis already written, God is compassionate, and wrote it all down just tohelp us. The wanderer is in New York. He has overslept anappointment, and when he leaves his hotel, he finds that his car hasbeen towed by the police. He arrives late for his appointment, theluncheon lasts longer than necessary, and he is thinking about the finehe will have to pay. It will cost a fortune. Suddenly, he remembersthe dollar bill he found in the street the day before. He sees somekind of weird relationship between the dollar bill and what happened tohim that morning. "Who knows, perhaps I found that money before theperson who was supposed to find it had the chance? Maybe I removed thatdollar bill from the path of someone who really needed it. Who knowsbut what I interfered with what was written?" He feels the need to ridhimself of the dollar bill, and at that moment sees a beggar sitting onthe sidewalk. He quickly hands him the bill, and feels that he hasrestored a kind of equilibrium to things. "Just a minute," says thebeggar. "I'm not looking for a handout. I'm a poet, and I want to readyou a poem in return." "Well, make it a short one, because I'm in ahurry," says the wanderer. The beggar says, "If you are still living,it's because you have not yet arrived at the place you should be."