

Staying on the warm grains of sand, I feel the hush of history around me ๐ค My abaya clings softly to my skin, adorned in gold that catches the glow streaming through ancient windows. The architecture whispers tales of the past, each arch and pattern echoing faith, culture and timeless grace๐ The world blurs beyond the ornate columns, and I wonder... Is beauty only found in contrast, or do we carry it in ourselves wherever we go? ๐๏ธ