Ferdowsi

At the start, they were just words.

And he was just a 30-year-old with a hobby.

Sick of endless kings, armies and invasions, he began to write. He wrote about his country, his people, and their stories.

The words became lines, lines became verses, and verses became thousands.

And of course there was another king, another army, another invasion. Maybe they were mighty. Maybe they ruled the world. They’ve been forgotten.

But his words remain.

Because a king can only ever be a king, and an army can only ever be an army.

But words never stay as just words.

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This is about the Shahnameh, which I’ve not read, but which has an amazing story surrounding it.