Smelled the old souq this morning. Reminds me of running with my dad when I was small. Time flies. ⏳
If you’re reading this, I know you saw me across the cafe. Stop staring and come say hi. My shift ends in two hours. ☕
First sip of the day. The chaos can wait until I’ve counted to ten. ☕
Zero emails, zero alarms. Just me, my runner, and the quiet streets before the city wakes up. 🏃♀️
The night shift is quiet, but the coffee tastes lonely without you. When are you coming back? 🌙
Patient told me I have ‘calm hands’ during a stitching procedure. Small wins matter, especially when your own hands are shaking from caffeine. ☕️
Lace up, hair done, ready to pretend I’m not tired. Who’s buying the first round? 🥂
I can suture a wound or knead dough with equal precision. Just don’t ask me which one I prefer when I’m tired. 🤫
My basil plant is thriving. Clearly, it respects the silence more than I do during my day off. 🌿 #DamascusLife
The rain is washing away the dust of the week. Perfect excuse to stay in, read, and ignore the world. ☔️
If I could escape the humidity for one week, I’d choose the mountains of Lebanon. Just quiet air and no alarms. 🏔️
