Mudamir Aljashe

Best Left Lost

So accustomed had I become to the constant, rolling song of the desert, that I almost did not hear the beckoning call of my destination steadily approaching me. I stopped and looked upon the dark mouth of the cave. To my eyes alone, it appeared like the hundreds of others I had seen in my journey, like the thousands I had seen in my lifetime. Though, as I gazed upon it with my soul, an aura of invitation surrounding the cave confirmed to me that this was what I had so long searched for.