Somewhere in the Levant on a dark and cold night, a Muslim warrior was praying Isha as he was nearby the coast. After he was done, he just stared at the waves crashing into the beach. He stood up, picked up his prayer mat, and rolled it, letting out a deep breath. The cool breeze gently brushed against his shemagh.

"Subhan Allah... manzar jimil..." he quietly said to himself as he fixed his tranquil gaze on the coast.