In the Ancient Lands of Time,

The Draper roamed the cities for centuries,

Searching for his soul in the sands.

He entered the sculpted gates of the kingdom, met by the golden palace that guarded the realm,

Whilst the potent colours of the Bazaar reflected warmly on the Bedouins’ galabeyas as they drank their tea in the shade.

The Draper was met by a herd of his renowned clientele that were eager to purchase 

His latest fabrics that lay on his neck like a serpent poised to strike. 

Marvelling at the materials that touched their skin, they were in awe of The Draper’s treasures.

As the Dusk illuminated the sky,

The Draper gazed at the light, wrapping his Imama tighter around his head. 

He pondered whether his destiny lay in Modernity, knowing the Egyptian Cotton that he carried will live Forever.