Before the jinn were created from fire, and before Adam was molded from clay, in a time forgotten or feigned to be forgotten, ages lost amidst the long years, stories unfolded that were neither carved in stone nor written on paper. A legend whispered behind closed doors, shrouded in darkness, recounted by both jinn and humans until it was devoid of any truth, each mouth weaving its own lie upon it. Silence decreed that the jinn were monsters without hearts or mercy. So where were your hearts when you burned us? Where was your mercy when you uprooted us? Were we destined to be unjustly judged? While the only truth is that we seek what was stolen from us!