The Charming Arab Village

Date: 3/29/2025

I traveled with my mother to a village in the Middle East, and I can't recall the name of the place. While she was busy staying in the hotel or something like that, I went out to explore. I gotta say, I didn't expect to be so amazed by their culture. The architecture, the shapes of the objects, the clothes, the mysterious looks in those women using hijabs, their eyeliners... The city was surrounded by a desert, and of course, there was sand everywhere. I crossed the street and found a brothel, a charming place with persian carpets, egyptian curtains, and shiny pillows. A couple was having sex in the majlis sitting room. I could see the concubine riding the man like a horse, or should I say, a camel? The moaning could be heard from miles. I went to a more isolated street and saw something strange and scary. That street had a length of approximately 100 meters and had metal cylinders with a radiation sign spread all over it. At the moment, I figured they left them for a possible attack. And so it happened. A black pickup with a mounted .50 machine gun came out of nowhere, and a woman started shooting the cylinders, blowing them one by one. Tha panic took over the place, and I ran desperately to rescue my mother. We both escaped that village and ran through the desert. Luckily, the big city wasn't too far. There, we found an alley with some stairs, and we stopped to sit down and catch a breath. While we were recovering our stamina, two girls approached with a supermarket cart full of groceries. They heard us talking and noticed we were foreigners. We couldn't understand each other, and it was kind of funny, but we used our phones for translation. The blonde girl was pretty flirty, I could tell. But with my mom by my side, making a move would feel strange, so I just focused on asking for directions.