But what
stood out for me in the picture books she held was the barren wasteland of desert sand,
camels ridden
by one - dimensional figures in heat - trapping robes, and a sprinkling of palm trees, seemingly incapable of offering cooling shade to nomadic travelers.
From their curious and massive pyramids to their beautiful language of hieroglyphs, I've always dreamt of
standing in the desert surrounded
by camels, dry heat and in the shadows of the Sphinx.