she has been seen many times, like a wandering ghost in the heart of the desert. Suspended, composed of smoke and fire and sand, like a mirage with a golden hand on her head, she turned the sand of the desert into a whirlwind and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Many stories have been told about her, but the validity of the story of Ibn Othman is more reliable than the others from the manuscripts left by her. All the men had gone to war, none of them returned, and she hit the desert alone to find her lover. she ran barefoot in the hot sand of the desert day and night, she saw the half-eaten carcass of her lover on the desert floor. she lay down in her arms and stayed there. No one found a trace of her. They called her the virgin of the desert. Everyone sees her wandering soul in the desert, moaning and shrieking in the middle of smoke, fire and sand, and quickly disappears.
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