MOHAMMAD SKATI


A CAMEL


I saw a camel, but I never rode its back simply because I did not have the opportunity to do this, I would like to ride a camel one day, but When? A camel is called the desert's ship simply because It's a great creature that can cross easily deserts without Any remarkable problems, It can save as much water as he can, so It has a big reservoir inside his big belly, It can cross into the unknown simply because God created it with a great shape, It's a pretty creature that can be tamed easily to be friendly and Vice versa anytime, A desert is always its pretty playground To be or not to be, Its red meat is so delicious, but I never tasted it, If touched, It's a sensitive creature that might retaliate even Against its owner anytime, so It's a great thing to test a camel in all circumstances.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 02, 2014

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