I found myself in Cairo, on an adanvture laced with abundance and secrets. The crystal ocean of sand, The Firey king lit the sky, the sun a door of a painter basking in the heat of his expression, everything seen articulated itself with eloquence, this place surely is something else. I wandered in deep, voyaging with a group of explorers to a resort embraced in sand. We, an excited bunch of curious rebellious souls, eager to be engulfed in the scents and textures vacant in lit up museum displays.

A man dripped in gold on his wrist, stood in the distance. He looked like a fierce warrior from the Persian war, he was out of place, out of his era it seemed, He had this Aura like he knew something that would never leave his lips. Our camels slowly reached him. We stopped and he looked up at us. He was our tour guide, we had a brief silence, he waited patiently until we came to a hault, and all that was left was the whispers of the breeze. Then he said تعالوا...