Arriving back in Tayma again was a joy. The town is calm and gentle, the breeze flows through the top of the palm trees in a mesmerizing manner. Gardens radiate out from mud-brick walls that meander throughout the old town. It’s an ancient oasis where caravans would have stopped on their long journey along the Incense Road.
One can imagine traveling across the open flat expanse that surrounds Tayma, with the relentless sun beating down. The journey would have taken days and days from the nearest oasis, only broken up by the odd rock outcrop, but even these are few and far between in this area.
Walking around Tayma today it’s hard to imagine the magnitude of
the journeys people took thousands of years ago. The oases weren’t just a place to stop, they were vital islands of survival, food, rest, trade and human interaction. They were melting pots of humanity, cultural and religious ideas, and traditions that would have formed the colourful and ever-changing backbone of the community.
I imagine the Incense Road as a tree, with wide roots spread across the Southern Arabian kingdoms of Saba, M’ain, Qataban and Hadhramaut. Up through the middle of Arabia grows the strong trunk which then opens into many branches leading to Yathrib (Madinah), Dadan (AlUla), Yadi, Faddak (AlHa’it), Hibra (Khaybar) and Tayma. They all interlink and spread far beyond into more oases, eventually leading to Mesopotamia, the Mediterranean, Egypt and the Levant.