YAMA

Love in the Middle Eastern style is as vibrant as a bazaar at sunset, where spices compete with perfumes and hearts beat louder than drums. Everything boils, rings, sings. She calls, he answers, and between them there is electricity, sweet as lemon syrup and madness in a single glass.

There is no room for cold feelings here: everything is “buddy,” everything is “yama,” everything until the last breath. When even brands become just a backdrop for the main thing - the heat that never subsides. Love here is not a whisper, but a song that the whole city sings until dawn.