19/12/2025
In a Lebanese restaurant in the heart of Bangkok,
this man sang me an old Lebanese song — ʿAmmī yā bayyāʿ el-ward 🌹
A song about a rose.
Not to be touched, owned, or taken but to be recognised.
Surrounded by my Lebanese brothers , this beautiful man sang to me in a language I didn’t know… and yet my body understood the reverence.
When they told me what it meant, I realised this was a soulful recognition of feminine power, beauty, and grace.
A reminder that a woman doesn’t lose her beauty when it isn’t seen, she simply waits to be met by the right eyes.
I wish this kind of masculine presence for all women.
Thank you to those who recognise the rose 🌹🙏