No Music in the world is as beautiful as the silence of the desert….In this magical silence, one reaches a state of heavenly bliss. A dream-like murmur has engulfed the whole of this infinite space. The horizon is beautiful and the eyes are offered a wide expanse to roam and ponder.
In the desert, the fruit of silence is concentration.…But this tranquil desert, with its heavenly silence, has for thousands of years, buried thousands upon thousands of travelers, caravan-riders, and experienced camel-herders within deadly sandstorms.Crossing the desert is not a task to be undertaken by just anyone.

One loses oneself in the infinite vastness of the desert, and finds oneself again and again, thinks about loneliness and love,…One says to oneself,' For what purpose have I come into this world?' , and Have I not suffered the hardships of this journey in vain?I am filled with the foreboding of an imminent storm. Peace and silence give way to a devastating, fatal storm.I pass through the Halls of History and see the caravan-riders and the way their tombs are hidden under hills of moving sand.And I hear their voices,… , the murmurs of the reverberating bells, still reaching us from the deep corners of time. I hear,…, I hear,…