The desert was burning in the scorching sun. Dryness and barren land had engulfed wherever vision could see. No shade of any tree could welcome a passer-by for a relaxation.
The thirsty land in that hot weather was burning in the effervescence of the Sun.
The flame of the scorching land was rising: a mirage was being formed in the mind of every thirsty wayfarer who dreamed of enjoyment and pleasure. The dream of lake, with its lucid water and casing a shadow on many palm groves and living being seeking refuge under the assault of a hot and shelter less desert…
