We are in the age of rapidity and the control of materialism upon every thing, when writing becomes a risk and a danger game which leads its author to an absolute destruction. In the age of darkness, there is no place for sun. In the age of jokes, there is no place for wisdom. When the ball is kicked into the goal net, there will be no time for writing an essay or a poem.

We, the crazy authors, know the reality but ignore it. We do the hardest works by our freewill. We find pain delightful and even sweet. We fought with wooden swards. We imagine that we can change the world. But, we seem as a mere joke in this age. The author looks as if he plows in the sea and build castles by its sand. He runs after a mirage, and dreams with a world that has no place in the real world, it exists only in his imagination. His body and soul are exterminated by days and in spite of all this; he still believes in the legend. He is still hanging around with a divan or some drafts of a non-completed poem in hand. He is waiting for someone who never comes.

The true author expresses the conscience of the society, defends the oppressed, attacks the oppressive, and unveils the bad deeds, spread light, awareness and good principles. The true author is considered as a candle which lightens the way of every one who is bewildered and miserable. He gives comfort to all sad people and gives hope to all who are tired. He was another vision of things that makes things more honest, beautiful, and romantic. The author is the life's heart with its joy and sour, how can the life go on without a heart, how can the man live without a heart?

In this age, the age of trickery, there is no rank for writers. He some times flatters, some times criticizes, but always there are red lines and limits that he can never pass, limits and borders that stand as barbwires. In this age the author turned to be a mere printing machine that gives a true copy as the fax does, instead of being a great value and principle. And sometimes, the author decorates the facts to trick the society. Also sometimes he acts as a means of tyrants and as a sward that kills every thing is beautiful.

In the Arab countries, writing has no more its main job. The current conditions have imposed new qualifications which are very different from its main qualifications. If the author wrote about truth, his future in work would be exposed to be loss. By "truth" I mean that light that makes every thing visible and clear, the humanistic reality that no one dares to speak about up till now in spite of the freedom that every one talks about.

The freedom which the author wishes to get in the Arab countries is not the real freedom. It is a false one that means the freedom of buying a TV set or tells an oration. Freedom is a word we use to deceive ourselves before deceiving the others. The freedom which I really mean is that enables you to speak clearly about the defects of the society, the freedom which I mean is that Islam's doctrines tell us not to be afraid or blamed in telling the facts or the defects.

This is the age of the prisoned word, where are the victors authors who may set it free? Where are the cavalry writers? Now, the true word that expresses facts turned to be a ballet and a gun powder. Now, any one can be a writer even thieves and highwaymen. The main problem is not only the problems of rulers, but in the people who are ruled. The society is not ready to deal with reality as it is so hard. So, what can the writer do then? Flattery and be satisfied with being just a printer? But in this case, he is a betrayer for the honor of writing and its principles. Or; face the situation bravely, and then he will get a bad end?

There a lot of problems those face the author, such as the control of materialism upon the feelings and principles. There is no awareness of the author's value and his role in life, but the main problem and the most important one is freedom, the absence of freedom.