In sandstorm season the palm frond walls of the city of Neom rise against the invasion of the desert. Powerful filters capture the fine particles of sand and transfer them into a facility where they are turned, by application of pressure and dyes, into small colourful figurines which are sold to the tourists in the city’s markets.

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  In sandstorm season the hot air is cooled down by gusts of wind blown into the wide boulevards of the city. The solar fields and wind farms that stretch from beyond the city proper deep into the inland desert capture all the energy Al Imtidad needs, feeding it back to serve all the city’s needs.

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  On the shores of the Red Sea the sunbathers gather. The bars are open late. The kuffar sit smoking sheesha as children run laughing on the beach. Suntanned youths kite-surf in the wind. It is said it’s always spring in Neo-Mostaqbal, in Neom. It is said the future always belongs to the young.