The heirs of Al-Ghabra are blooming

Before the jinn were created from fire, and before Adam was fashioned from clay, in a forgotten or neglected time, ages lost between the seasons of long years, stories not carved on stone or written on lines, a legend circulated behind closed doors, under the veil of darkness, told by the heavy ones until it became without a single letter of truth in it and every mouth wove its lie upon it, so silence ruled that the children were monsters without hearts or mercy, so where were your hearts when you burned us? Where was your mercy when you uprooted us? Can we be falsely judged? While the only truth is that we are searching for what was stolen from us!