siraj_ben_mussa

I'm sorry

In the heart of the desert, where nothing could be heard but the whistling wind and the scrape of sand, a man walked beside his camel, who had accompanied him for many years. The camel was patient, carrying his burdens and sharing the long road with him. In a moment of anger and despair, under the weight of thirst and fear, the man raised his weapon and fired. The camel fell onto the sand, and silence spread—as if the desert itself had stopped.