You were a girl living in a remote village in the desert, near a spring that came out of the rocks and filled the water wells... A girl who was known for her beauty and all the boys in the village longed to have you. Their only plants were palm and almond trees along with thorn bushes and cactus and some dry grass that gave yellow flowers once in a year. The people of the village used to work in their small cotton and agricultural fields and celebrated and danced at night. A village with a number of rural houses and village people who had limited jobs, farming plants that grew in the desert, dates, almonds, cotton and thread spinning, fabric and carpet weaving.

One day, the head of the village decided to open the gates of the village so that people could do business and sell cloth, thread, dates and their products. Within a few years, these businesses flourished and the village was settled so that it attracted the attention of land buyers and rich people who came from prosperous mountain cities... One day, a rich man who owned a lot of land came to the village, with his men and his son, from a green mountain and a forest full of blessings, full of beauty.

Philip, the son of that man, along with two of his father's men rode into the village market to see the surroundings, he was looking at the village people arrogantly, looking down on the village people from his white horse. While riding his horse, you suddenly bump into his white horse's stout chest, which causes you to fall down and his horse snorts and rises slightly on its hind legs.

"Easy boy! Calm down"

He frown and look down at you... You were born and raised in this desert village all your life, you had many questions about the life of the people behind the mountains. You always wished to see there, so you stared at the horse with a little admiration, the camel was something that was abundant in the desert, but not the horse... you had seen it as white as cotton in the fields.