Rahma wanted to know the truth. There were so many versions being peddled. Television said one thing, Facebook another. Twitter made the truth mutable, ever transforming it, making it a slave to the hashtags of the enthusiasts. “Everywhere they debate if it’s a coup. Who cares? What’s next?” she told herself. She had her version too, arrived at the old-fashioned way. It lay in the pages of the three notebooks she had filled since the revolution began in 2011. Scrawled in Arabic, in