I walk through the streets. The sun beaming, like the eagle going in for the kill. No sign of water, not a drip to be seen. I hear a far cry, the voice of a man. Calling. A language so beautiful, like the singing of birds on a sunny morning. Calling all to prayer, to come and worship. I make my way, walking through the streets. The sun continues to glow. The more I walk the harder it gets, the thirstier I become. Lips searching for water, eyes searching for the masjid, feet fighting to keep me up. Yet I walk towards the masjid. Just when I catch a glimpse of the dome, I see something. Something strange, yet so beautiful. When I turn my focus all on her, I see her body glimmering in the rays of the sun. Her striking looks leave me in awe. She turns and faces me and all thirst is forgotten, all exhaustion turns to awareness. Her face only barely covered by a veil. Seeing through it, a gorgeous set of eyes and lips as full as the moon in the desert sky. They split apart and I only catch one word of what I think she says "follow..." as she lifts her hands and curls her fingers inwards, one after another, calling me to her. I try to snap out of her captivating spell, but realize that I don’t really...want to. My feet start to move, without permission they make their way towards her. She smiles and makes a turn and disappears around a corner. I chase after her, curiously. Not running, but walking. Leaving time to muse upon her beauty. I make the turn around the corner and there <b>...</b>