The truth is that they will not let you write, they will burn this history separating between awakening and the time of oblivion, they only want a history that they write in the dark, dictate it to a historian who feeds from their tables, and makes a flag from it from their flags, a history written by the pens of praisers, lumberjacks and butchers, every event without a leader, Pasha or Sultan does not date, and has no value, the value of the event is derived from the value of the wise and leaders, not the peoples, a history that immortalizes heroes from illusion, and buries the real heroes of the peoples, and the inhabitants of the underworld in the mud of oblivion ingratitude and denial, or the historian turns them into criminals, fools or thieves, and in the gentlest terms, into rogue rebels outside the group, hardworking for the stick of obedience. Today, you are free from the chains that paralyze the breath, burn the firefly, dispel the papers of events, or falsify them, for fear of memory tattooed with pain, as memory disturbs tyrants and frightens tyrants and executioners.