I was born in a city that smells of jasmine and old stories. Damascus—where the past lingers in the air, where calligraphy dances on stone, and where every doorway is a poem waiting to be read.

I did not choose design; it chose me, the way the city chooses its lovers. I began with architecture, tracing the bones of history, but my hands ached for something more fluid, more alive. So I turned to branding, to typography, to the art of telling stories not with words, but with form and color.

My work is a dialogue with my heritage—a blend of Arabic elegance and modern expression. It is an attempt to capture the soul of my city, to give it new shapes, new voices, without losing the echoes of the old.

Damascus is my beginning, my endless inspiration. And through design, I keep its spirit alive.