Somewhere in Aswān, Egypt The crates rocked as the trucks moved through the untamed desert road at night. The headlights were off, but the experienced drivers moved in a flow following each other in a line in the darkness. The leading truck was driven by the leader who knew this land better than the maps made by foreign explorers. Suddenly a distant sound started coming, which made the drivers and passengers stiff. Every one of them pushed their accelerators speeding the truck’s back wheels. “Slow down,” all the walkie-talkies crackled. “We don’t want them to sniff our sound.” The drivers followed the order of their leader obediently. They released the accelerator, driving the trucks slowly. From the cargo area, some protests erupted in Arabic voice because of the slowing as they also detected the distant sound. The drivers didn’t know Arabic fluently except some necessary words, only their leader knew well. They just managed to stay, “ Tawa’Qaf” – means ‘stop’ in Arabic, towards the E