In a remote corner of eastern Mauritania, laughter echoes across the golden hour light. Three young boys engage in a playful moment around a camel in the heart of a nomadic camp. One rides tall, channeling an almost mythical presence, while the others guide and gesture like young magician in a desert stage. Here, in a land marked by aridity and silence, children still find ways to play. Their imagination turns dust into stories, camels into companions, and each moment into something extraordinary. It’s a quiet reminder that magic doesn’t always come from spectacle, it often lives in small things. Especially in the Sahara, where play becomes an act of resilience, and joy a language stronger than hardship.