Long, long ago the Sahara was a secret garden, a wonderland overflowing with leafy trees

that touched the sky, waterfalls that glistened like diamonds and flowers in every color

you could imagine.

The weather of the Sahara was a playful friend, the temperature was sometimes a bit warm

and at other times a bit cool, but mostly it was just perfect.

The breeze knew how to put on a show strong enough to rustle leaves and toss blossoms

in the air but never got too wild or angry, and when the sky decided it was time for

a little shower it sent down droplets as soft and gentle as a butterfly's kiss soothing

the earth in its own quiet way.

But today as you might know the Sahara is a vast desert, only a few islands in an ocean

of sand called Oasis, a left to tell the story of when it was a cool green paradise.

So how did this greenery become a golden scorching silent sandbox?

The ancient Greeks used to tell a story about a boy named Feithan.

He was just a boy but he was convinced he was half a god.

And you know what?

Maybe he was right.

His hair was as bright and golden as the morning sun, and his mother always told him that

this amazing hair was a super gift from his father who was none other than Apollo, the

god of the sun.

When he was little Feithan would often boast to the other Greek boys.

My father is the god of the sun, so don't mess with me.

And while some of his friends were impressed, not all of them took him at his word.

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