In the journey of life, where the threads of fate intertwine with the threads of love, stories are woven that are immortalized in memory. Among these stories is the story of "Zah", a name born from the womb of emotion, to become a symbol of belonging and a title of identity.

The story began ten years ago, when a new dawn rose in my life with the birth of my son, “Zidan.” Remember how happy I was when I watched his blue eyes open to a new world? His laughter was like the ringing of bells on a sunny morning, and his curious looks aroused in me an inexhaustible passion to discover the secrets of life with him. The letter “Z” that begins his name became a star that guides me on my path, and an inexhaustible source of love and hope.

But, just as light has its shadows, life has its challenges. This is where my father, Ashour, came into play. He was the rock I leaned on in times of trouble. With his wisdom like a deep sea, and his unwavering support like mountains, “A,” the first letter of his name, marked a new beginning in my life, and a beacon that illuminated my path in the darkness of doubt.

Between Zidane and Ashour, I found myself, "Hani", struggling with the waves of life with passion and determination. The letter "H" that began my name was a mirror of a soul yearning for knowledge and development, and a window overlooking a world of dreams and aspirations.

And in a magical moment, one of those moments that fate hides for those who contemplate well, while we were playing with the letters of our names as usual, a new word was formed, “Zah”. It was as if the letters had danced in the air of joy to announce the birth of a new identity, an identity that brings us together in one decade of love and belonging.

"Zah" is not just a name, it is a melody played on the strings of our hearts, and a story told in the language of love and giving. It is a family's journey sailing the sea of ​​life on the ship of hope, and a legacy that illuminates the paths of future generations.

Today, I stand before you, proudly and honorably carrying the name “Zah”, to tell you that identity is not made by one individual, but rather built by the power of love and the bond that unites us. “Zah”: a name born of chance, but it has become a beautiful destiny that I believe in, and an identity that I am proud of.

And so, just as my story began with a moment of serendipity, I realized that life is full of magical moments waiting for us to discover them, and that the most beautiful stories are those that we write with our hearts before our pens.