Lebanese Garden

Early mornings at my parents' backyard always feel like an official new day. The day wakes up with you. The bees quietly collect their nectar, birdsong breaks the silence of the air, and droplets from last night's rain drip softly on the sleepy petals beneath. The morning dew enhance the fragrance of the fresh rosemary …

Beirut 🖤

It's been a heavy week. No matter how much I tried to distract myself, my heart kept being pulled back to my wounded, aching Lebanon. The morning after the explosion in Beirut, I went for a run to clear my mind, and when I reached the lake, I looked at the blue waves and I …