In the golden sands where stories unfold,Whispers of the past in the breezes untold.Caravans trace paths of ancient lore,Under the moonlight, dreams explore.The call to prayer echoes through the night,A tapestry woven in stars, so bright.Minarets stand tall, guardians of time,In their shadow, history’s rhyme.Olive trees sway in the gentle embrace,Of a land where time holds a sacred space.Markets bustling with colors and spice,Life dances in rhythms precise.In the heart of the oasis, a tranquil sigh,Stories of love beneath the vast sky.The pulse of the desert, a timeless song,In the embrace of Arabic life, we belong.