How We Met
It was at a Moroccan cultural festival in Paris — Yasmine dancing among the lanterns, Karim sketching the scene from a quiet corner. Their eyes met across a room full of music and saffron-scented air.
He left a note tucked inside her copy of Ibn Battuta. She wrote back. A year of letters, two trips across the Mediterranean, and one unforgettable sunset over the Atlas Mountains later — here we are.