As a Bedouin sheikh of your goum, your caravan of tribesmen, you place great honor in living and traveling across the shifting sands. Yet the desert life calls for hamasa, courage or bravery. The vast, arid expanses of the Sinai are as treacherous as they are mysterious, incapable of supporting life for an extended period of time.
The desert affords you no mercy, and you must migrate from one meagerly fertile area to another. Across the vast silence and brooding solitude, you know you are not alone. Other tribes are vying for control of the limited water holes and oases. You will do what you must to gain control. As your people say, “At the narrow passage, there is no brother and no friend.”