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  • asinthegoldmosaicofawall
    05.12.2021 - 41 minutes ago

    Amulet of Maat

    Nubia, Napatan Period, reign of Piankhy (Piye), 743–712 B.C.

    MEDIUM Gilded silver and malachite (Height: 5.4 cm (2 1/8 in.))

    ACCESSION NUMBER 21.323

    Museum of Fine Arts Boston

    The Egyptian word for malachite, 𓇅𓅱𓏧 (wꜣḏ), was a derivate and most likely also a homonym of 𓇅𓆓𓏛 (wꜣḏ) - a colour term denoting green.

    Interestingly enough, the Egyptian colour term for green seems to have also described a certain range of objects that we would nowadays classify as blue, such as the sea 𓇆𓅩𓂋𓈘 (wꜣḏ wr - the very/grand Green).

    #ancient egypt#amulet#maat #ancient egyptian art #malachite #museum of fine arts #nubia
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  • horusvalley
    05.12.2021 - 48 minutes ago

    هخواتم ملوك وملكات مصر القديمة

    هخواتم ملوك وملكات مصر القديمة

    صور ل خواتم ملوك وملكات مصر القديمة الفرعونية، مع بعض الخواتم لكبار الموظفين وباسماء المعبودات  Rings of ancient Egypt’s kings and queens along with rings for high officials and in the name of gods and goddesses إكتشاف أثري كبير في سقارة بمصر

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  • egyptiva
    05.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    View of the pyramid from the kitchen of a family in Giza-Egypt

    via Egyptiva

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  • ancientegyptdaily
    05.12.2021 - 2 hours ago
    The inscriptions, known as the Pyramid Texts, were the central innovation of Unas's pyramid, on whose subterranean walls they were first etched. The Pyramid Texts are the oldest large corpus of religious writing known from ancient Egypt. A total of 283 such spells,  out of at least 1,000 known and an indeterminate number of unknown ones, appear in Unas's pyramid. The spells are the smallest and best-preserved collection of Pyramid Texts known from the Old Kingdom. Though they first appeared in Unas's pyramid, many of the texts are significantly older. The texts subsequently appeared in the pyramids of the kings and queens of the Sixth to Eighth Dynasties, until the end of the Old Kingdom. [X]
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  • philologistandbibliophile
    05.12.2021 - 2 hours ago

    It has always been preferable to attribute a woman’s success to her beauty rather than to her brains, to reduce her to the sum of her sex life. Against a powerful enchantress there is no contest. Against a woman who ensnares a man in the coils of her serpentine intelligence—in her rope of pearls—there should, at least, be some kind of antidote…it is less threatening to believe her fatally attractive than fatally intelligent.

    —Stacy Schiff, Cleopatra: A Life, p. 298.

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  • skygodz
    05.12.2021 - 8 hours ago

    What exists physically, first exists in thought and feeling.

    There are NO other rules.

    🔥🔥🔥

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  • slothgiirl
    05.12.2021 - 10 hours ago

    a rose by any other name i.

    druig x reader. reincarnating human reader.

    Egypt 1417 BCE

    “Makkari,” Ajak says in the same tone as the human women take with their young, “Am I correct in believing that you paid for the jewellery?”

    Makkari, fast in everything, blinks slowly, biting her lip to suppress a smile. 

    Druig can’t help but snort. 

    “Makkari?” Ajak asks again, “It is wrong to steal.” 

    It’s not for the thrill of stealing, not when it’s so easy for their resident speedster, but because she grows bored. She’s complained enough about it to Druig. An hour felt like a full cycle of the moon for her. 

    Makkari nods once before signing. I might have forgotten to barter. 

    Druig looks away, unable to hide his grin when she looks anything but sorry.

    Kingo flat out laughs from where he’s assessing the latest tablet of himself he’d commissioned. “Sounds about right. I think their cave paintings had better shading and dimension.”

    Ajak ignores Kingo’s commentary as Druig helps himself to a tray of dates and figs. Humans had come such a long way though in simpler times their lives were less complex, full of hardship, but not so self inflicted. 

    “You should make this right. Go back and pay the human for their work. For them it took more than a second,” Ajak insists and Druig can only be glad Ikaris is on patrol or he’d be up Ajak’s arse again. It was one thing to focus on the mission and another to be a nuisance about it. Four millennia with the flying Eternal was too long in close quarters. 

    They will not understand me. 

    “Take Druig.”

    “What,” he croaks, a half chewed date in his mouth.

    That works. Makkari shrugs, pocketing the precious stones and knocking her arm against his playfully. Try and keep up.

    He snorts, following after her. “Ah so you are taking my pitiful speed into account you terrible thief,” he teases her as they leave the temple of Serkat, a terrible butchering of Ajak. It was where she healed humans after a deviant attack. 

    I could carry you? She arches a brow playfully. 

    “Please do,” he nods, looking around as the harsh sun shone over Thebes. As an eternal, at least he didn’t have to endure sunburns like other foreigners did. 

    The minds around him buzzed idly, preoccupied with living: the state of the nile; the miller who asked too much for grinding up crops to make bread; simple things that left him untroubled. It was easier to push their minds away from his own when they were content. 

    Baby, Makkari teases, bringing her hands up to her eyes to mimic crying.

    Druig scoffs as they walk idly to the market and he figures the salty bread would be long gone by the time Gilgamesh is ready to serve dinner. A palate cleanser would be good after the fruit he’d had. “Snow over the rains?”

    You forgot the monsoons, Makkari points out. Ajak said not to interfere with them. She juts her chin out at the people passing by. The stalls of wares sitting in front of homes and children covered in dirt from playing. 

    “Well,” he shrugs, his smiling tightening. His ability wasn't like Sprite’s, turned off and on. He could catch glimpses of their pain and anger and loss. Druig couldn’t sit by and watch entire villages be wiped out when he could save them. 

    Makkari stops at a simple house, the front with a papyrus sign, hieroglyphs designating it a jewellery workshop. She makes him go in first. 

    Druig frowns. One visit to the mines had been enough for a lifetime. Gold, precious rocks, the salt mines were the worst: a death sentence. 

    Then you look up from your workbench, your eyes narrowing, a motion made more pronounced by the crows feet around your dark eyes. “You-,” you point at Makkari who is making signs and Druig knows he should be translating but his mouth is dry and he seems to have missed a step. “You’re the thief!”

    The other eternal’s surprise mirrors his own. Even the rest of their companions have a hard time keeping track of Makkari. 

    Makkari elbows him.

    “Uh-Um, Yes, about that.” He tries to find his words. He’s older than every building in Thebes, older than the wheel the Egyptians refuse to adopt to Phastos' chagrin, he is not at a loss for words even if you have to know who they are and still remain uncowed unlike the other humans who accept them as gods no matter how many times Ajak says they are not. “Makkari wanted to set things right.” 

    Your hands are on your waist and you’re still staring Makkari down who looks thrilled at this new development. 

    “How much for-” Druig looks over at Makkari. He didn’t actually know what she pilfered. 

    She starts unloading the goods: a necklace of hammered gold inlaid with all sorts of minerals; a bracelet with a carved duck; a scarab carved out of blue stone the color of the night sky the size of his fist; and a simple beaded necklace. 

    “Really,” he asks Makkari, “you didn’t think to take the raw materials too?”

    Shut up, Makkari signs, looking much too pleased with herself. 

    You clear your throat. 

    Druig feels a strange warmth run over his cheeks. “How much for all this?”

    You name your price in salt. 

    “That’s more than thrice their worth!”

    You tilt your chin up, standing your ground, your eyes sparkling because you knew he spoke the truth and yet, “consider it a tax for thievery.”

    “I wasn’t aware the pharaoh enacted a new tax,” Druig smirks, “or do you claim to be the Pharaoh now?” 

    “When did I say that my Lord,” you reply impishly, before looking away, sitting back down on your bench. It was such a clear dismissal. 

    Humans. They could be so. . .sometimes. 

    Your hair is tied back with a gold wire. 

    His fingers itch for something he cannot name. 

    “Half that amount of salt and a plateful of dates.”

    “Hm,” you pretend to think it over even as he feels the train of your thoughts as easy as people smelled the chain in the wind before it started to rain. “That would be doable.”

    Druig snorts. You had gotten more than a fair price and he-

    “Send it over,” you wave off. 

    “Right.” Druig nods though your head is turned and he already misses the sight of you. 

    Makkari, having lost interest, pulls him away. 

    *

    She gives him a look when she spots him with a bag of salt and dates. It is good to have friends. She signs friends twice. Like Sersi and Kingo. 

    “Kingo has admirers.” Druig snorts. “He likes the attention.” 

    Peacock. She nods. 

    Her lips part as she thinks for a moment longer before she smiles and vanishes in a blur. 

    ** 

    “As requested,” he presents the goods to you. 

    There are a few others working in the shop today, your shop, but the aura of your mind stands out. The sparkles in your eyes, the curve of your mouth; his mouth is dry and a strange energy fills his hands as he waits for you to take the salt and figs from him. 

    “I see.” You nod, before smirking, “you could have just sent someone you know. The sun is killer this time of day.” 

    “It doesn’t really bother me,” he admits. 

    “Priests and their magicks,” you note, focusing on the bead you were carving, the tool molding the gold with an ease that came from mastering your craft. 

    If only all humans worked with their hands more and fought with their minds less. 

    “There has to be a perk to the smell of resin and myrrh.” The centuries had left him sick of it. But each civilization seemed to love the cloying scents of incense instead of appreciating the natural world. 

    The familiar pang as he thought of his home world stuck him. 

    “Better than the camel shit,” you shrug.

    It catches him off guard and Druig finds himself laughing. 

    “Well?”

    “What?”

    You roll your eyes, an easy smile on your lips, “stop hovering and sit. You’re standing in my light.”

    “My apologies my lady.”

    “I only take apologies in the form of gold and salt,” you utter with a sly grin. 

    Druig snorts, content to wile away the hours between deviant attacks watching you work, drinking in the sight of you. Silver hair mixed with the rest of your locks and he felt the slow march of time for the first time in his life. 

    ** 

    He pilfers the best of the fruit, presenting it to you.

    “Come to bother again Druig,” you comment dryly even as the smile reaches your eyes. 

    “Calm down,” he teases, “I have something for you.”

    “I recall you enjoying most of-”

    “Gilgamesh claims food tasted better shared,” he raises his chin, “I was just testing his theory.”

    You shake your head, amusement colouring your features, “or you are bored of sitting all day. I’m sure the scribes have much more interesting accounts.”

    “I’ve read all the books in the temple.” Which was true. The nature of his power meant he was rarely called on to carry out their mission. Evacuating people so they didn’t trample each other when a deviant attacked; he wondered if he could control a deviant. 

    “Sure,” you scrape at a stone, “and I’m descended from Thoth.”

    “You never know,” Druig points out, smirking. The more complex the civilizations grew, their culture followed suit. And he would be there when Thebes was swallowed by the sands of the desert again. “I did read them all.” He reasserts, as close to truth as he is comfortable with. Sersi loved the farmers and children, flocking to centers of learning; Sprite was never far from crowds, impressing them with tales that would grow to influence the values these people held, but none of them played at being human.

    It was a wish he had never had until he saw you. The idea rooted itself so deeply, that he might be an ordinary man and so he held back essential truths about himself. 

    It was silly. 

    It could never be-but Druig continued to see you, determined to soak up every second he could with you. 

    “How did your eyes survive,” you ask jokingly, “mine sure haven’t.” 

    Phastos should give humanity optics next. 

    “I’m not lying.” He says, sounding too serious for the topic at hand. “I would never lie to you.” Just withhold important information that would shatter your view of him. Druig wasn’t perfect. Surviving the deviants was rough already. 

    “A beautiful lie,” you comment, sitting back and cracking your knuckles. You rest your hands on the workbench, meeting his gaze. “But I’ll take it all the same.” 

    Druig smiles, leaning forward. 

    His fingers itch. 

    Your hands-such a simple human action was beyond him. This could lead to nothing. 

    The mission. 

    Arishem. 

    There was a life waiting for him back on Olympia. 

    This was not his world no matter how he had grown to care for its inhabitants. . .for you. 

    ** 

    “The deviants seem to be clustering further and further east,” Ikaris states though no one asked as they were having another meeting where Druig does nothing other than snack. 

    “Hey,” Phastos says, side-eying the other man. “It’s my deviant tracker. I get to give the information out.”

    Ikaris backs down. 

    “Ikaris is right,” Phastos points out, the holographic map of earth showing all the spots where deviants were. Gilgamesh and Thena took the fight to them. Makkari and Kingo acted as defense. “Thebes has plateaued. The deviants seem to be grouping in these river valleys.”

    “They learned their lesson,” Thena notes smugly, having slain many deviants over the centuries here. 

    Druig feels a weight in his gut. He knows where this is going. “It’s time for us to go,” he voices. 

    Ajak nods, rising, “Yes. We must go where we are needed to best serve Arishem.”

    His mouth is dry.

    “Next time I get my own place,” Kingo calls out. “Druig snores.”

    “Your room is nowhere near mine,” he points out, falling for Kingo’s usual bait. The man knew how to draw you into a pointless argument. 

    “Exactly! You’re making my point for me!” Kingo looks around, “right? Guys?”

    “There better be snow,” Sprite grumbles, exiting the room. 

    ** 

    The flooding had left the city flush with greenery. You walked along the bank with him. The pyramid loomed over the horizon. Druig remembers when it was first built, the white stone, point capped with gold. 

    “You’re quieter than usual,” you comment. Almost all of your hair had gone grey in less than a decade. 

    This might be the last time he ever saw you. Druig felt the urge to act. “Admiring the view.”

    “Yes, admire it for the price of grain will go through the roof.” You smile, he finds himself smiling in turn. 

    “I’m sure the Pharaoh will find another vanity project to fund.” He had no particular opinion on the current ruler. 

    For once your hair was loose over your shoulders. 

    It’s with all the moments he did not reach out that he brushes a strand of your hair out of your eyes.

    He tilts his head, closer.

    Your eyes widen in surprise but you make no move to step back. 

    Druig kisses you, unsure of himself. His lips press against yours. The action is chaste. He doesn’t remember doing this before this mission. With you it feels right, the feeling of intimacy ending a shiver down his spine. His chest aches; he yearns for more. 

    You step away. “Druig-we can’t.”

    “I-” Even he doesn’t really know what he was expecting. His meager belongings are packed. Makkari and Ikaris have scouted ahead. 

    “I’m too old for you,” you say, oblivious.

    He laughs humorlessly, looking out at the river. If only you knew just how old he was. In your 30s or 40s, he is as helpless as the water moving with the current. “I don’t care.”

    This is for the best the reasonable part of him thinks, breaking things off with finality. You won’t look for him. You have a good life. 

    Druig will think of you. 

    “That’s what you think now,” you reason with patience even as your voice cracks. “But-” 

    He nods, not wanting to hear any more of it as he looks anywhere but at you by his side. You don’t even know what he is or else you’d give him the same side long glances that the others do when he uses his powers. There is no future for the pair of you. 

    “It’s-I’m sorry,” he tells you, tells himself. 

    “I think it would be best if you don’t come by.” Your voice is gentle even as your eyes turn glassy. This is as hard for you as it is for him. You’d grown to care for him, his presence a constant over the last few years. You looked forward to seeing him. 

    “Okay,” Druig looks back at you, he could do that. He thinks he’d do anything for you. 

    The day is perfect. 

    It’s like the world has been muted. 

    He watches you leave. 

    Druig’s thoughts are spiraling so he doesn’t notice Ikaris until the other Eternal is a step away. “What the hell was that?”

    “How long were you-”

    Ikaris is unmovable. His focus has always been on the mission, no room for deviation, no room to breath. It makes him so fucking terrible to be around. “We are not to interfere with humans. Arishem-”

    “I know!” Druig retorts harshly. 

    He doesn’t mean to escalate things, but his eyes grow molten. Without focusing, he can hear the buzz of the workers down the river, the self righteousness that got old quick from the other Eternal. Someone should have told Ikaris being a good soldier wasn’t the end all be all. They wouldn’t always be on a mission.

    What was Ikaris going do with himself on Olympia with no clear cut goal?

    “Don’t-” Ikaris warns as his own eyes glow red. “Druig-,” the other man sucks in a breath and Druig wonders of he’ll do it. 

    He reaches for Ikaris’ mind: gently, softly, prepared.

    “Druig,” Ikaris’ eyes return to normal. “It’s normal to care for them. . .but we are not human. Don’t forget that.”

    He releases a breath, backing down, looking away from the other eternal in shame. Could he have done that to his brother in arms? Isn’t family those that always come back no matter how rough the argument? “Why are you here?”

    “Ajak’s called another meeting. She thinks it would be best to announce our departure.”

    Druig nods, and follows Ikaris back to the others. 

    ** 

    Makkari presses a necklace into Druig’s palm. It’s simple, beaded and awfully familiar. 

    She nods. 

    Druig nods back. 

    And then she’s off again, a blur across the continent and beyond. 

    Memories and a necklace: that’s all he had left of you.

    ______________________________________

    notes: not me playing with locations and the readers age. also since druig wouldn’t know olympia isnt real yet its sort of tragic that he thinks on it. not edited so its rough. feel free to comment or hmu :)
    #druig #druig x y/n #druig x reader #druig x you #druig fanfiction#mine #i read so many accounts of life in ancient egypt just to do whatever i wanted #i did learn women had it pretty good #also writing this i annoyed myself at how long and comma filled i like my sentences
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  • admelioraii
    05.12.2021 - 10 hours ago

    Deserts in disguise

    Desert sands

    As far as you can see there is only sand, nothing but sand in the horizon.

    Without any sense of direction you are literally lost in this enormous yellow kiln of burning sand and heat.

    The wind here is exceptionally hot, to the extent that breathing itself becomes challenging beyond comparison.

    In addition the wind carries with it a fine dust of yellow sand that strains the respiratory process even more.

    At day time the temperature can reach beyond 50 degrees C here in the Sahara and without protection or shield from the blistering sun it becomes unendurable.

    At night it is freezingly cold and the wind that just a while ago was blazing hot suddenly turns into ice.

    Sand dune, Morocco

    The Saharan landscape

    The Sahara desert is the largest desert in the world.

    Sahara’s topographical features includes not only the iconic sand dunes but also characteristics as acid mountains, plateaus, sand and gravel covered plains, shallow basins and deep oasis depressions.

    Chad’s Mount Koussi is Sahara's highest point, as well as an extinct volcanic crater that rises 3.415 meters above sea level at its peak.

    The lowest point is the Egyptian Qattera depression, an oasis that lies 133 meters below sea level at its deepest point.

    The name Sahara comes from Arabic “Sahara” meaning desert.

    The Sahara desert was not always as it is now, long ago rivers crisscrossed the area and it was a fertile region of rivers, lakes and waterways.

    More specifically in the time of the Pharaohs the North African continent was interconnected by a network of water systems.

    In this steppe landscape lions, gazelles, crocodiles, hippopotamus and giraffes ran freely, drank and swam in the rivers and lakes.

    Ancient Egyptian culture prospered over thousands of years much thanks to the Nile river but also to the interconnected water network that made it much easier to travel through the country than it is nowadays.

    The eastern desert ( east of the Nile ) was home to nomads before and during the Pharaonic era.

    These nomads contributed to the development of the Pharaonic society by facilitating the routes to the Red Sea that contained an abundance of minerals and precious stones.

    Granate, marble, amethyst, copper and gold and more, where amongst the stones and metals mined from the desert.

    Ancient Egyptian Art

    The two rivers

    Sahara was desertified because of natural causes and not as a result of human activity.

    Desertification is a process by which vegetation gradually disappears, usually as a cause of heat.

    Nowadays the Sahara has only two major rivers the Nile and the Niger.

    The Nile is a major north flowing river that begins in lake Victoria ( Uganda) and empties into the Mediterranean Sea.

    It is the longest river in Africa and one of the longest in the world.

    The second river is the Niger, it rises in west Africa, southwest of the Sahara and flows eastwards into Mali, then turns towards the southeast through Nigeria and empties into the Gulf of Guinea.

    Furthermore Sahara has some 20 or more lakes but only one with potable water, the expansive but shallow lake Chad, a continually expanding and shrinking body of water in the southernmost edge of the Sahara in the country of Chad.

    Sand dunes

    The big surprise

    The Sahara desert and the rest of the African continent is and has been for a longtime, in desperate need of potable water for drinking as well as for irrigation.

    Famines and dirty, polluted drinking water is the cause of many deseas, death and a lot of suffering throughout Africa. More than 300 million people across Africa do not have access to clean drinking water.

    Ironically this notoriously dry continent of Africa is actually sitting on a vast reservoir of clean groundwater!!!

    Through modern technologies such as GIS and remote sensing it has been established, since decades, that huges amounts of drinking water exists under the Saharan sands.

    These images of the Sahara can also tell us things about the history of the region.

    Not only that it was green, fertile and that it is hiding large subterranean fossil water resources but you can also clearly see how the winds have shaped the landscape.

    In the case of Egypt ( where most information is available) we can clearly see how the Nile has made Egypt grow during millions of years.

    Moreover it shows how the Nile river has changed paths and taken different routes throughout the years.

    Furthermore the images show that Egypt is made up of two different kinds of stone plateaus.

    The older one is found in the south of Luxor and it is made of sandstone.

    The younger one can be found north of Luxor and consists of limestone.

    In ancient times Egypt had 5 rivers and the water of these rivers moved the sandstones from the south to the north, where you still can find traces of them today.

    Later on when the water dried and the wind pushed the silicone back, calcium became visible.

    We can also see, in these images, how the constant north-northwest winds have completely shaped the whole Egyptian landscape.

    They also give clear information of where these underground water resources are located and their size.

    Interestingly enough these concealed water supplies are not entirely fossil but are resupplied every year due to rain.

    According to geologists, this is what happened: In ancient times, when the North African Sahara desert was flowing with rivers, lakes and other waterways a sudden geological phenomenon happened, something like an earthquake, an enormous crack or other geological reason that pushed the earth up and forced the waters down under the desert sand.

    Earlier we mentioned Egypts resources but the rest of the Saharan countries also have their own treasures hidden under the sands.* See end of article.

    Eye of the Sahara, Mauritania

    The salt valley

    In Mauritania, in the salt valley, close to the desert's surface, maybe half a meter under the sand we find salt and it is not any salt, it is the finest salt in the entirety of Africa.

    Another interesting location in Mauritania is the village of Shankit or Chinguetti.

    The village was overtaken by sand and almost buried under it but the obstinate villagers keep shuffling away the sand and planting palm trees in the periphery of their village.

    The fight about the village is still ongoing!

    This little village and its struggle against the sand is a UNESCO protectorate.

    An enormous wealth of natural resources is hidden beneath the Saharan desert.

    Many mineral deposits are formed, improved and preserved by geological processes that occur in arid lands as a consequence of climate. Groundwater leaches ore minerals and redeposits them in zones near the water table.

    An excellent example and maybe the best of what the desert conceals and the most valuable of all is oil!

    From the sub Saharan black gold as well as the rest of the world the Libyan oil is possibly the purest and best.

    Ubari oasis, Libya

    The mythical city of Zerzura (Kitab al Kanuz - Book of hidden treasures)

    Another treasure but of a completely different kind is Zerzura, a mythical city that once existed in an oasis in Egypt.

    Zerzura was long rumoured to have existed in the desert west of the Nile river in Egypt or Libya. In writings dating back to the 13th century, the authors spoke of a city which was “white as a dove” and called it “The oasis of little birds”.

    In the kitab al kanuz, Zerzura is said to be a city in the Sahara full of treasures with a sleeping King and Queen.

    The city is guarded by black giants who keep anyone from going in or coming out.

    However this might be a reference to the black Tebu people, nomads in Chad and Libya whose ancestors used to raid oases out in the Sahara.

    White dove

    One of the most renowned and unforgiving places on earth, the Sahara, evokes a bittersweet sense of time and fate, of antiquity and a legend of wonder and mystery.

    You never know what is hidden under the sands.

    Are there more ancient cultures and civilizations to be found?

    Sahara is more than just a desert, as so many things can be deceiving at first glance, this region too is a desert in disguise.

    *Morocco- phosphate

    Mauritania- iron, copper and salt

    Algeria- iron, natural gas and oil

    Tunisia- natural gas

    Libya- natural gas

    Egypt- granite, marble, copper, gold, precious stones, natural gas and oil

    Further readings;

    In search of Zerzura by Orde Wingate.

    The hunt for Zerzura: the lost oasis and the desert war (2002)

    by Saul Kelly.

    The Hidden Oasis ( Bentham Books, 2009) byPaul Sussman.

    In pirates of the Caribbean: The price of freedom,has a main story line setting on Zerzura as a base on slavery, from the point of view of Captain Jack Sparrow.

    Geological information taken from Dr Farouk el Baaz.

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  • occvltswim
    05.12.2021 - 16 hours ago

    Earth, Wind & Fire - Spirit (1976)

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  • blueeyephantom
    05.12.2021 - 19 hours ago

    The Belonging Season (Tut)

    “What is it that draws you to her so intensely?” Ankhesenamun really was curious.

    “I do not know, the same as you and Ka,” Tutankhamun replied idly, not meeting her pointed look.

    Before she could think of a more tempered response, the queen found herself saying: “Then you must love her more than anything in the world, brother.”

    Ao3 link  fanfiction.net link   wattpad link

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  • nerviovago
    04.12.2021 - 23 hours ago

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  • asynfulsoul
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    A little prieview of what I'm working on. Still hyperfixating on the Amarna period, as you can see. I absolutely had to draw Nefertiti.

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  • ancientegyptdaily
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago
    The Rosetta Stone is a granodiorite stele inscribed with three versions of a decree issued in Memphis, Egypt, in 196 BC during the Ptolemaic dynasty on behalf of King Ptolemy V Epiphanes. The top and middle texts are in Ancient Egyptian using hieroglyphic and Demotic scripts respectively, while the bottom is in Ancient Greek. The decree has only minor differences between the three versions, making the Rosetta Stone key to deciphering the Egyptian scripts. [X]
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  • egyking
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    Tutankhamun Winged Scarab Pendant

    This golden pendant of cloisonne technique is inlaid with semiprecious stones and colored glass. The central element of the composition is a winged scarab of chalcedony, grasping on one side a lotus and on the other a papyrus flower, flanked by two uraei, or cobras.
    A gold frame outlines the main composition and supports pendants of lotus flowers, papyrus, and poppy seed heads. A slim solar boat rests upon the front feet of the scarab and carries the Udjat eye of Horus, flanked by two uraei. The Udjat eye is surmounted by a lunar crescent of gold and a silver disk with images of the gods, Thoth and Re-Horakhty, crowning the central figure of the king.
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  • surelookbutnothingtoseehere
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    Inside the Valley of the Kings, Egypt.

    Among these, the grave of Tunanchamon. There is a extra fee for it - but it's the least impressive grave of all. Little advice: go to the others. They are more impressive, less 'expensive' and most important, less crowded.

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  • lionofchaeronea
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    Ancient Egyptian limestone plaque with the head of a crocodile, perhaps representing the deity Sobek. Artist unknown; 664-525 BCE (26th [Saite] Dynasty, Late Period). Now in the Freer Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C. Photo credit: Mary Harrsch/Wikimedia Commons.

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  • wrathofset
    04.12.2021 - 1 day ago

    L'Ibis, emblême vivant de Thoth le second Hermès. By Leon Jean Joseph Dubois. Source.

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