It was one of those days. Too many emails. Too many voices. Too many reasons to scream into a pillow. So I grabbed the keys, didn’t text anyone, and just… drove. No destination. No playlist. Just engine, tires, and the stretch of highway that promised nothing but space. The city faded fast. Buildings turned to trees. Billboards turned to sky.
I wiped the steering wheel twice. Once for dust, once for nerves. Checked the mirror, checked my breath, checked my playlist. It wasn’t a big date. Just a drive. Just two people going nowhere in particular. But somehow, it felt like everything was riding on it. You opened the door, smiled, and said, “It smells nice in here.” I laughed. I’d
Hidden in Jordan’s desert canyons lies Petra — a city carved from rose-red rock, once the heart of a forgotten empire. The Nabataeans (c. 4th century BCE – 106 CE) were master merchants. They controlled trade routes across Arabia, linking incense from Yemen, silk from China, and spices from India. With wealth came art. With art came eternit
Long before Russia or Ukraine were nation-states, horsemen thundered across the Eurasian steppes — arrow-fast, fiercely free, and wrapped in myth. The Scythians (c. 900 BCE – 200 BCE) were nomads, but their impact was permanent. Greek historians feared and admired them. Persians warred with them. And their burial mounds — kurgans — reveal