The Curse of the Pharaoh's

Neglected and forlorn like the parent uncared for left to the ravages of time the great pyramids of Khuf Khafre and Menaura sit. The city about them spewing the gases of man into the once pristine desert and sky. Hydrocarbons and lead turn the atmosphere a shade of ochre tinged with rust, and the haze through which the marvels of the ages are seen is all that maintains the fantasy. Centuries pass as the life in and out of Cairo Egypt leeches off the glory of the past. Architecture, art, gold and silver that flowed from the mines like water from the font of Eden oil the skies and pump the heart of a nation. The Golden Age fell, fell with the onslaught of the Romans and Christianity… leaving a people to live on the corpses of Pharaoh’s http://www.arabworldbooks.com/articles1.html