Desert Ambience

--The Howling Wind and a Camel’s Hump-- Considering that all life’s matters are not special of but ordinary things, surviving is just another perspective on life. I unloaded the weight of life nonchalantly, on the roadside. The load I carried with wobbling legs, as if it’s my destiny, without grumbling; though it’s back-breaking because life is a desert, the load looks unattractive and burdensome like a hump of a camel, it was the vital element to sustain my life. In the desert, when a camel crosses leaving trails in the sand hills you hear the unpleasant, even fearful, sigh of a vindictive spirit pulling their heads out of the sand; and a deep sigh echoes in the very end, of a bottomless cave and returns with a dreadful howl the air is incapable of handling the scorching sun it rises and turns into a turbulent wind become insane the passing wind, really is not moving, a giant goes with wide stride leaving the sound of his vigorous heart beat. Though he is, in fact, not a living body when the full harsh sound of brutally tortured spirits pile up from the underworld layer after layers of groans the camel lays down its yolk and kneels to pray, with the setting sun, the stars fall on the sands to soothe the wandering-moaning spirits in the desert, when the sand cools off, rather than a burden of life, it becomes a wall of oblivion and puts every soul in it, to sleep; in such desert, when absolute tranquility casts her anchor, even hearts stop to beat; the dream of the camel flees from the world of suffering and goes drifting on the water, free from all thoughts and ideas.