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The Oasis

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  As the caravan halted,the camels sunk their exhausted and parched faces into the watering hole that had stopped at. The travelers filled their water bags and immersed their shemaghs in the crystal clear liquid then set up for the remaining journey. It was the rendezvous for both the beasts or the underworld of the desert at night. It was regarded as highly dangerous well except for hunters that come alive at night to do their bidding. The desert wasn’t kind to anything-    the sun shone so bright that travelers had a folklore about a traveler that didn’t cover up properly and so,    was only a skeleton riding on his camel at the end of his journey because the desert burned the skin off his flesh. But at least they had the trading    town just over the next sand dune, the city of “ Bakin Rafi”    which translated to “water side” started as a resting place for travelers to rest and after refreshing and refilling for the next leg of the journe...

Lemons of life

  As the rains poured from the floodgates of the skies with drops resounding on the roof, capturing moments was a passion she had since childhood. Her father, Karim, a northerner and a trader,  that  fell in love. He always took her on his bicycle to the big city to visit the library; his love for literature was endless. She would always wander to the photography section just to enjoy books with vast collections of artistic expressions compressed into single photographs.   As her thoughts wandered away, her mother coughed from the corner of the room. Her mother had been showing symptoms of Hepatotoxicity, which was very common along the creeks due to numerous oil spillages that were barely cleaned. These spillages poisoned both fishes and crops, slowly poisoning the people. The only hospital for miles could only provide pain killers and antibiotics, which were barely enough to keep these victims from crossing to the afterlife, just like it did to her beloved father. ...