As the storm raged on, you stepped outside, wrapping a silk scarf around your face to shield it from the sand that was being relentlessly whipped up by the gusting winds. Your eyes squinted as you surveyed the scene around you, trying to take it all in.

You noticed the horses nearby, their nostrils flaring as they struggled against the wooden posts they were tethered to, which creaked and groaned, disturbed by the whistling wind. You walked towards them, gently petting their noses in an attempt to soothe them.

The desert wind was sharp, and it seemed to have no mercy for anyone or anything caught in its path.

Suddenly, you heard your husband, Ra's voice behind you, and you turned to face him. "You should be inside, my desert flower," he says firmly.