I said something the other day about there being nothing more beautiful than waking to the morning sun filtering through a qamariya. Someone responded, wanting to know what that looked like. Well, here is what I wake up to every morning.
They can take away the electricity, but they can’t take away the sun and the beauty of Old Sana’a.
Why would I want to live anywhere else? I said something the other day about there being nothing more beautiful than waking to the morning sun filtering through a qamariya. Someone responded, wanting to know what that looked like. Well, here is what I wake up to every morning.
They can take away the electricity, but they can’t take away the sun and the beauty of Old Sana’a.
Why would I want to live anywhere else? I said something the other day about there being nothing more beautiful than waking to the morning sun filtering through a qamariya. Someone responded, wanting to know what that looked like. Well, here is what I wake up to every morning.
They can take away the electricity, but they can’t take away the sun and the beauty of Old Sana’a.
Why would I want to live anywhere else?

I said something the other day about there being nothing more beautiful than waking to the morning sun filtering through a qamariya. Someone responded, wanting to know what that looked like. Well, here is what I wake up to every morning.

They can take away the electricity, but they can’t take away the sun and the beauty of Old Sana’a.

Why would I want to live anywhere else?