I Didn’t Choose to Love Fayrouz
Yara Germany, 08:00 - Reading : 7 minute(s)
I didn’t choose my name, and I didn’t choose to love Fayrouz. In our home, loving Fayrouz was a heritage, a love passed down like a family secret. My name, borrowed from one of her songs—as my father proudly reminded me—bound me to her in a way I couldn’t escape. And I knew it from the very start, from the moment I could speak: “I am ...










