Beneath the moonlit sky in the terrace, a young woman spins threads of memory while her husband pens words of wisdom, their shared silence echoing the rhythm of tradition. Beyond the arched doorway, the village glows—homes alight with warmth, a Mosque radiant with devotion, and two desert travellers on horseback tracing the winding path toward the Mosque. In this tranquil moment, the desert breathes stories of love, heritage, and the enduring beauty of night 🕌
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