MY STORY

My story with our garden ( Zarietna ) 

Our garden began with the nostalgia of my home garden in Gaza, with its captivating smells of rose blossoms, lemon trees, citrus trees, fruits, and more.

This combination of smells was enough for me to be a solace during my estrangement.

Later, the war on Gaza broke out, and the first thing that was bombed and destroyed was our garden, followed by the departure of the entire family's root family - uncles, their wives and children, their wives and children, and my father !

But in our garden... The departure will not be eternal. The separation will not be permanent. Smells are the travel of memory and soul.
 I put it in your hands to be the companion of your warm moments.

Nahil Hamdah