The Oasis
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...