Before the jinn were created from fire, and before Adam was formed from clay, in a time forgotten or forgotten, eons were lost between the seasons of long years, stories that were not engraved on the rock or written on the line, a legend that circulated behind closed doors, under the veil of darkness, told by the heavy ones until She became without a word of truth in her, and every mouth weaved a lie against her, so the silence ruled that children are monsters without hearts or mercy, so where were your hearts when you burned us? Where was your mercy when you uprooted our roots? Are we destined to be falsely judged? While the only truth is that we are looking for what was stolen from us!