Once upon a time there was a woman who lived for a bit in Beirut. She was a mother-wife-writer. Not always in that order and not always in equal parts but always with her whole heart.

These words are for her, so one day she will look back with no regrets.

These words are for her husband, so one day he will remember all the ‘nice things’ and everything in between.

These words are for her daughter, so one day she will know a little bit about the little bit of the world where she was born.

And if you happen to be here too, then welcome, these words are also for you.