Late night tea...

"Number 1 Dust" tea from Sri Lanka ia an indispensable hot drink to sip at 2.30 a.m. after a long enjoyable family gathering night. Some scented candles, and let the tea party start.
Love you Jade!

On track to Sri Lanka -01

Boarding the qatari plane, we were alone sharing tender blinks with the plane's left side wing, as it hovers through lebanese territories. The pilot and the staff expressed extreme friendliness; the landing foamy and smooth.

Alas, waiting in a long long queue at Costa cafe in Doha intl airport, we managed to grab our foamy mocha along with their infamous blueberry muffin.

The barbie doll was sweet and tender, yet her sweetness was a mere reflection of my beautiful spouse, bride, wife Nardine ( revlon took part of the beauty role).

Nomadising Beirut

Yesternight we implored our ghosts upon beirut's alleys. Wandering around, our city was being ghosticized by shadowy characters. It took us only some time to realize that those shadow are ours. And we saw it was beautiful. Our mobile cams managed to freeze instances and representations of this ghostlicized romanticizing interactions in a yet to be a nomadised city, and we its catalysts/nomadisers.

يا بيروت،الأشكال الرحل زاروكي مبارح ولعبوا بظلاليك وبأضوائك ضحكوا. بشوارعك مشيوا.تعشوا على ألحانك ولياليهن بيض بضو القمر.وجوهن فرحت بالرغم من قلة زوارك لكانوا قلال، قلال ﻷنن هني بس لحبوكي.بيتمنوا منكن اﻷشكال الرحل من الفرجة على صورن وهني وبي بيروت يلي فضيت شوارعها من كل الحؤدين. وما بيبئا الا المحبين.