The Tale of the Second Option
Travelling to the east of Arabian Peninsula, dusty and windy, the strong winds and blowing sands hasn’t passed yet. It’s been 2 days since Haider saw the clear sky. The heaven’s red horizon grudging the air, his breathing’s slow and his keffiyeh is almost covering his eyes and face to avoid any blown dust and sand. Even his camel could handle any harsh condition in the desert. He can feel the troubled heart, and anxiety, but they need to keep going to surpass the storm; 26km more to reach the last water well. The desert is changing, the landscapes are disappearing. The wind is blowing from different directions. He might lose track of the journey but he kept his instinct alive. Finally, when he decided to rest before nightfall, the storm began to calm. He found a small oasis and under a tree, he ate his oat and shared his last bottle of water with his camel and whispered; “I’m still on my right path”. Suddenly, he sighted a passing caravan but in his surprise, they stopped.
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