Happy 24th, Basma.

Started in Japan, ended up in Egypt.

Still one of the coolest origin stories of anyone I know.

When you first joined work, I hated you at first sight.

Didn't even need a conversation. You walked in on day one and I immediately decided I couldn't stand you.

Then you became my manager.

You were so smart, reliable, and efficient that you got promoted right past me. Honestly, I couldn't even be mad—you earned it.

Forget the work titles though.

The best part of working together is that we actually became really good friends. You're one of the most solid people I know.

Your drawings are unreal.

I love your style and the dark, expressive mood in everything you sketch. You seriously have a gift.

And of course you play the bass.

Anybody can pick up a regular guitar, but choosing the bass just proves you have better taste in music than most people.

You read more novels than anyone I know.

And it shows—you're genuinely one of the smartest, most educated people to talk to about anything.

Since you're a graphic designer…

I know you're probably judging the font and spacing on this page right now. Go easy on me.

Here's to 24.

Hope this year brings you good books, great music, more art, and zero stress. Happy birthday, Basma.

And last, but not least…

After everything I just said, there is one last thing I really want to tell you.

Fuck you, Bitch.

Happy birthday ❤️ — Hossam

كل سنة وانتي طيبة يا بسمة