Judging by his appearance, he could be around forty-five years old. His beard flowed over his chest. It had once been black, but now it had white streaks in it. His face was brown like a dried coffee bean and was mostly hidden behind a red kufiyeh, as the headdress used to be called by the sons of the desert. Occasionally, he would lift his eyes; they were large and dark. He was dressed in fluttering garments, but it was not easy to see what they really looked like, as he sat under a miniature tent on a large white camel.
