Grinning as if sharing a small secret, Imad said in his familiar Arabic accent,
"My friend, here the money for your tickets. Keep the tickets safely with you. I will have to present it to the company.”

Later, when I found myself standing next to the Theatre gate, it was even more overwhelming than it had looked from the hilltop.

Stepping through the entrance, the view opened..

Back at the Citadel, I continued wandering, and soon the path opened into the ruins of the Temple of Hercules.

Built around 160 AD…….

For months, Petra had lived inside my imagination — a city of rose-colored cliffs and impossible beauty, carved patiently by countless hands across centuries.

Now, finally, it was time to meet her..