What if the thing you’re most afraid to share: the quiet, messy, sacred love between you and God.. is the very place where your true story begins?
Mine did.In Tata’s kitchen.In my classroom.In the chaos of motherhood.In the silence I used to ignore.
This isn’t a guide.It’s a mirror.And maybe it’s time you looked too.
It’s funny how quiet it feels before your name is called.
The lights dim.
The room hushes.
And then you see a face from another lifetime. A father lost to war, smiling gently.
“You’ve got this,” he seemed to say.
That’s how my pitch night began.
But this wasn’t just about a business.
It was about finally saying:
We exist. We create. We feel.
We are more than the number zero.
This is the story of that night.
When Ford MENA set out to honor Arab American Heritage Month, they didn’t look for aesthetics or trends. They looked for truth. And they found it in Maraseel; a brand rooted in story, language, and legacy. This special project brought Arabic calligraphy, cultural values, and heartfelt representation to life in Dearborn, Michigan, and reminded us that when a brand is built with soul, it doesn’t need to ask to be seen. It simply is.
In the darkest moments, when the world seemed to forget the value of human life, Gaza stood as a testament to resilience, faith, and the unyielding spirit of humanity. I’ve witnessed stories that could shatter even the strongest among us—mothers walking miles while pregnant, children taking their first steps on the rubble of their homes, and families losing everything to stand for what’s right. These stories are not just about loss; they’re about the lessons we must learn—the privilege we often take for granted, the strength we underestimate, and the humanity we must fight to preserve. When one of us suffers, we all lose. And if this time we failed to stand, let it be the last time. Next...
Hop on… allow me to take you on a ride. The road from Sour to Bint Jbeil is a story in itself. Sour, a semi-island kissed by the Mediterranean, starts the journey with its flat terrain, gradually giving way to the legendary hills of Jabal Amel. The climb is more than just a change in elevation—it’s a transition into a world where roots run deep and every turn whispers of history. After crossing a massive valley, the city of Tibnin greets you like an old friend, with its vivid mini forest and welcoming charm. Passing through Tibnin means one thing: Bint Jbeil is just minutes away. And then, as the excitement builds, you see him—the farmer selling wild cucumbers, or...
