The traveler thinks about his life. He reminisces about his past, embraces it as he floats within it. He contemplates pieces of his life – situations he has lived through, excerpts from books he still remembers, teachings of teachers, stories of friends, myths once told to him, concerns about his era, about the dreams of his generation.

Like every existence, his own is made up of fragments of what has happened to him. However, at a certain moment, these fragments begin to take shape. He must now examine his own role – to understand his own spiritual essence.

Maktub means "it is written." For the Arabs, "it is written" is not the best translation because, although everything is already written, God is merciful and has only spent his pen and ink to help us.