I’ve spent nights tracing the threads of their robes, noticing how loose fabrics drape over the body to let air move, yet the bright colors and bold patterns hold stories that never age. The fabrics are usually light, airy, and highly breathable, yet the cut protects skin from sand while still allowing coolness. It’s the blend of survival and style, like a runway that never leaves the dunes. The real coolness is in the layers—linen under cotton, each piece a memory of a forgotten tribe. It’s amazing how functionality and fashion intertwine in such harsh places.