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They say the sunrise from the top of that mountain is magical, As if the sun that rise up there is different from the one that rise every day, I wanted to see it. It was the third day of my trip to Taba when finally one of the supervisors started giving instructions for climbing the Moussa Mountain, The further he went with instructions the more people started to leave. Hearing of how cold it might be while still feeling the sun burns from the morning sun was inconvenient to believe and by the time he started to explain to wear clothes that cover our whole body to avoid insects and scorpions the people around me became countable on one hand. I went back to room and prepared my back bag and started my journey to meet the magical sun. I reached a place where cars can't go further and I had to either walk or use a camel I wanted to save my strength so I decided to get on a camel in order to reach the mountain "his name is Sukar" he said the owner of the camel, he used "he" and talked about him as if he is talking about his friend, Sukar means sugar, he was a beautiful camel with a green Bridle Sukar was slow and scared of loud voices as well but he got me to where I wanted to go . The mountain looked glorious I had no time so I started to walk immediately because it was all about the timing if I got there even 5 minutes late I might miss the whole thing. As I went higher It didn't just feel as if it's getting colder it felt as the seasons are changing , it was getting darker and darker and the air was getting thinner made it harder to breath, it was harder than I thought but beautiful. I was looking at the ground the whole time I didn't look at the sky I was distracted by coldness until I heard sounds of people singing I went closer and I found a group of people sitting around a fire there clothes were unique they smiled to me and offered a cup of hot tea so I sat beside them, they were nice and warm and they would offer tea to everyone who passed by them they were singing a song that I didn't know its language but my ears caught the melody it was a nice song I wanted to stay longer but I had no time to risk so I Thanked them with the language both of us knew "smiling " and went on my way. I made it I reached the top before the sunrise it was still dark I looked up to see the stars , it was the first time to see the stars like this it was so beautiful so terrifying I was so scared that I took my gloves off and touched the ground I couldn't look at it more without doing that, it felt as if I was in the space as if I was flying the wind wouldn't even let my hair touch my shoulders , they were right the sunrise was really magical as if that sun was really different. Then it was time to go back down everything was different my strength was gone it was warm almost hot and it was anything but dark the people were gone even sukar wasn't there I didn't stop looking behind me while going down as if I left something behind me. That sunrise I wanted to see it again and I wanted to hear that song again. They say the sunrise from the top of that mountain is magical, As if the sun that rise up there is different from the one that rise every day I wanted to see it and I did. The magical thing wasn't just the sunrise it was every minute before it and every second after. I wanted to see it and I did I am glad I did.