In the vast golden sands of the Sahara, where the sun rises like a torch over the dunes and camels cast long shadows in the morning light, lived two sisters named Sumayah and Halla. Born into a humble Bedouin family, their lives were filled with the simplicity of desert life, water from a shared well, bread baked over open fires, and stories told beneath a sky full of stars. But oh, how the girls dreamed! Sumayah, the older sister, with her olive-green scarf always flowing and her curious eyes behind long, beautiful lashes, was a thinker. She loved weaving tales of grand cities and marble palaces. Halla, graceful and glowing in white and gold, was the dreamer. She would close her eyes and imagine walking through courtyard gardens filled with jasmine, hand in hand with her husband who of course, was a prince in every way but name. In the vast golden sands of the Sahara, where the sun rises like a torch over the dunes and camels cast long shadows in the morning light, lived two sisters named Sumayah and Halla. Born into a humble Bedouin family, their lives were filled with the simplicity of desert life, water from a shared well, bread baked over open fires, and stories told beneath a sky full of stars. But oh, how the girls dreamed! Sumayah, the older sister, with her olive-green scarf always flowing and her curious eyes behind long, beautiful lashes, was a thinker. She loved weaving tales of grand cities and marble palaces. Halla, graceful and glowing in white and gold, was the dreamer. She would close her eyes and imagine walking through courtyard gardens filled with jasmine, hand in hand with her husband who of course, was a prince in every way but name. But for now, they laughed in the sand, spinning stories of beauty, faith, and wonder, two sisters, rich in dreams, wrapped in the warmth of sisterhood and the desert sun.