Nabatieh, Lebanon – It is a bitterly cold February morning, and Sanaa Khreiss tugs her cardigan tighter as she begins unloading her van.The sharp bite of early spring has kept most people away from the Nabatieh souk, but not Sanaa and her husband, Youssef.
The market is quiet as the sun breaks through the grey clouds, except for a few vendors setting up.
Sanaa, who has sold at this spot for the past four years, moves with the calm precision of someone who has perfected her craft over time.
She arranges the lingerie she sells, piece by piece, carefully lining them up, each addition bringing a touch of colour and vibrancy to her stall.
The soft murmur of voices grows as more vendors arrive, helping each other set up canopies to shield their stalls from potential rain.
The task is far from easy. The wind tugs at the fabric, and some canopies still hold water from the recent rainfall. But they press on, and slowly, the white shapes pop up, and Nabatieh’s Monday Market has started.
Sanaa smiles at the occasional passer-by, her warmth never fading. She has come to know many by name and can anticipate their requests. Her voice is quiet but inviting. Advertisement
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