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Mohi

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Dubai based storyteller.
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GRWM انهيارات pro max ft @markchehwan 🌝🐣
يتعافى المرء بأصدقائه 😂 by @mohisdiary

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انهياراتي مع أهلي 🙊 by @mohisdiary

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Retro but chic chac chok haha. It’s all in the little touches ✨ @casio @amazon 🫶 by @mohisdiary

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GRWM for date night 🙊. It’s time for you to finally meet who I’ve been seeing lately 🤩❤️ by @mohisdiary

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من وجه تحية للاومومان ومنقول
Tell your son that his partner is not made in china
مش شربا ردّا، وشكراً 😌 by @mohisdiary

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GRW انهياراتي 😂😂😂 by @mohisdiary

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A beautiful night with one of my favorite brands @goldengoose. But somewhere in the middle of it all, I had one of those little moments. I looked around, then looked at myself, and for a second I wasn’t thinking about the event, the clothes, the cameras or where I was. I was thinking about all the versions of me it took to get here. The one who dreamed. The one who doubted himself. The one who was told his dreams were too big. The one who almost gave up on so many things. And the one who, somehow, kept showing up anyway. I think we spend so much of our lives chasing the next thing that we rarely stop to realize we are standing inside moments we once only knew how to dream about. And last night, I stopped. For the little boy in me who always loved clothes, stories and beautiful things. For the Lebanese boy in me who was always a dreamer and who still carries Beirut with him wherever he goes. I wish I could go back and tell that boy that one day, some of those dreams will find him. Not all of them. Not in the way he imagined. And definitely not without a few broken pieces along the way. But they will find him. And when they do, I hope he remembers where it all started. A Lebanese boy. A head full of dreams. A heart full of Beirut. Still dreaming ✨❤️. Thank you @tatiana.nader, @adryanabk, @mirachaybane and @goldengoose for a night I’ll carry with me for a very long time ✨ #GoldenGoose #Istanbul #Dreamers by @mohisdiary

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Getting ready for tonight’s @goldengoose event 🤍. I drove Titi and @leamariahaddad crazy. Just ask them 🤣. What do you think of the fit y’all? 🐣 by @mohisdiary

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Dinner with @goldengoose in Istanbul. Stay tuned ❤️✨ by @mohisdiary

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I’ve always wanted to learn how to make jewelry. Fun fact: at one point, I even dreamed of starting my own jewelry line. I don’t know if that dream is still waiting for me somewhere, but today I got a little closer to it. Maybe not every dream needs to become a plan. Sometimes, you just owe it to yourself to try the things you once dreamed about. So grateful for this experience ❤️✨ by @mohisdiary

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Nothing compares to home. Not when it’s beautiful. Not when it’s broken. Not even when it becomes too heavy to carry. They call us lucky because we left. We call them resilient because they stayed.But the truth is, I don’t know who got the easier ending.

Those who stayed had to learn how to survive a place they love. Those who left had to learn how to survive missing it. And somewhere between the two, an entire generation is grieving a life that could have been.

We left looking for stability, but packed our guilt in the same suitcase. They stayed holding on to home, while watching pieces of themselves grow tired. And still, we look at each other and wonder: Would I have been happier if I stayed? Would I have been happier if I left?

I just hope that one day we get to stop asking ourselves that question. That staying becomes a choice, not a sacrifice.
That leaving becomes an adventure, not an escape.
That coming back doesn’t feel like a dream we keep postponing.

I hope we get to live wherever life takes us without constantly feeling like a piece of us is somewhere else. And maybe that’s the hardest part about being Lebanese abroad. You build a home. You create a life. You learn to belong somewhere new.

But then the plane starts descending over Beirut, you see those mountains from the window, and for a second, without even thinking about it, your heart says: Ah. There you are ❤️ by @mohisdiary

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