They told us to learn from history — but hid the blood behind silence.
By Maryam Ejaz
A truth they tried to erase — but we remember.
They always told us to learn from history.
But what if the history they gave us was already edited?
I used to think we were the good guys.
Heroes.
Warriors.
The ones who suffered — never the ones who caused the suffering.
That’s what the textbooks said.
But then I started asking questions.
Real ones.
Why did we never talk about the villages burned?
The women taken?
The bodies buried without names?
Why were we always the victims — but never the killers?
One day, I searched for a name I had overheard: