Dear Nourelhouda,

Three whole years. When I look back at where it all started—back when we were younger, crossing paths in that karate salle in Karatee Baria—I could never have guessed that the girl who walked into my life back then would become the most important part of it today.

You walked into my world, and somehow an ordinary life gained so much color, warmth, and meaning. When we first really talked, right in the middle of all that stress one week before the Bac exam, talking with you felt like taking the easiest, most calming breath in the world. And honestly? It still feels like that every single time I hear your voice.

I love your personality. I love your kindness. But most of all, Nourelhouda, I love your smile and your laugh. Whenever I am the reason you burst into that real, genuine laugh, it genuinely feels like winning the world.

You give so much of your energy and beauty to the people around you—just like you do every day with the flowers you arrange with your hands. But I want you to remember that your own heart deserves all that tenderness, too.

Thank you for being my Catwoman. Thank you for tolerating your Batman. And thank you for giving me three beautiful years of laughter, comfort, and unconditional love.