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"I never stopped looking for this face," he replied, taking the seat across from her.

The scent of roasting coffee and cardamom always brought him back. For Elias, it wasn’t just a smell; it was a map leading straight to a small balcony in Beirut, years before the world grew complicated. Habibi Min Zaman

"Habibi min zaman," she whispered, her voice a fragile bridge across a decade of absence. "I never stopped looking for this face," he