I am a son of the mountains and the desert, an Amazigh, free man of North Africa. Long before empires rose and fell, my people walked these lands. We are the guardians of the Atlas, the keepers of the desert paths, and the dwellers of the fertile valleys. My clothes are woven from wool and leather, shaped by the hands of my tribe. The tattoos on my skin tell stories of courage and belonging. With my spear, I protect my family; with my songs, I keep alive the memory of my ancestors. We Amazigh are people of freedom. No conqueror can erase our tongue, for it is carved into the mountains and whispered by the wind. We honor the earth, the sky, and the spirits of those who came before us. I am Amazigh, ancient and eternal. As long as the stars shine above the desert, my identity will live on.