As the orange sun traveled across the sky and the camels formed silhouettes, the life of the Bedouin seemed to arrive at a stand still. The muezzin calls for the Maghreb prayer. The setting sun, the orange glow that soon engulfs the sky and the stretches and stretches of desert that joins in perfect harmony with the dipping horizon paints a mystical image drowning in the sound of the calls to prayer soon followed by neighboring mosques. The sounds are soon lost in the cooling sand. There is then a long silence, the calm, and the tranquility of the night that spreads and dissolves the horizon, forming one large sky.

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