In the speed era we live, and the tyranny of materialism; Writing became risky and dangerous game leads its owner into destruction, in the dark age where there is no place for the sun or light. And in the era of clowns, there is no place for wisdom, and when the ball enters the goal-nets, there is not the time for an article or a poem ..!.

 We - the lunatics writers - know the truth, and ignore it, we enter the firewall voluntarily, and ride hard, into the storms, love torment, fight with wooden swords, and dream of to change the world. But the modern world laughs at us .

 The Author plows into the sea, builds mansions in the sand, and runs behind a mirage, dreams of a world that does not exist except in his winged imagination, he is getting old like the fire eating the cigarette. But despite his loss, he still believes in the myth, hanging around the coffee shops, volume of Salah Abdel Sabour in his hand, and drafts of a poem not yet complete, waiting for something coming soon, but it doesn’t..!

The Author is the conscience of society, defends the oppressed, and faces the oppressor, reveals the cover of falsehood, spreads light and awareness of the beautiful values, a candle that lights the path for the confused and helpless, the wipe grief houses, and brings hope in the eyes of the weary, re-shape things to be more honest, beautiful and poetic; the author is the beating heart of life with its sorrows and joys, can anyone live without a heart ..?

 But in the deceiving time; the writers fall apart, uncompromising and flattering. He may criticize, or denounce, but there is always the red lines, the barbed wires that cannot be bettered.
 in this era, the writer turned from being the value of the message into a media tool just to transmit information, more like a copy machine that mimics the image according to the origin, or fax, and in some cases, the writer outlines the reality and deceive society, and sometimes be a mouthpiece for the tyrants and a sword against the people.

 The Arab world deflated the writing of its primary function, and put her new specification far from its original state, and the everyday life confirms that if the writer told the truth, he would be threatened in his living, work, and future, I do not mean the fact that we see from the criticism revealed the opinion, the fact that the bright light that reveals everything without a pun or favor, the comprehensive sense of truth free of any restriction, the fact that no one dared to reveal them yet despite this pro-forma of freedom of the suggestions by some.
 
The incomplete Freedom of writers in the Arab world, and does not live up to the real freedom, freedom of consumer of TVs and speeches, freedom by which we deceive ourselves before deceiving others, freedom is that saying your opinion frankly before anyone – specially the one you criticize, the freedom expressed before that the Islamic religion when he ordered us not to fear anything or anybody..!.

 This is the era of detaining press, where are the conquerors writers? Words are Real bullet, light, and gunpowder .. Where are the knight writers? Writing became like prostitution, sells her body to the murderers, thieves and bandits. The problem is not in the rulers only; the problem is already in the governed, in the community that is unprepared to exercise the truth, the truth that it is "really sad" as stipulated in the popular saying.

 So what should the writers do then? Are they going to placate and just be satisfied with the function of a copier machine? So he will be a traitor for writing honor, or should he swim against the tide to face his black end ..?! .
The Author has many tribulations; the Tyranny of materialism on the beautiful feelings and values, and lack of awareness of the value and role of the writer in real life.
 But there is always a major plight facing every writer.. Freedom is the real writer’s plight..!