A boy, an orphanage and a dream – three words, seventeen letter that might mean nothing to you but they hold the weight of a lifetime for me. People say beauty is born from beauty, but I’ve learned it often rises from pain: you only see light in the dark, feel warmth in the cold, and find yourself when you’re lost.

This was the story of a young boy from a quiet Lebanese village, whose world was shattered by war, torn from his family in a single night of chaos and fear, and left to grow alone as an orphan in a world that no longer felt safe. Dance became his only escape, a silent language that spoke when words failed. He danced not just for survival, but to remember who he was .And in a twist of fate, under the stage lights, art led him back to what war had stolen — his sister standing among the croud, tears shining in her eyes, recognizing the boy she had lost but never stopped believing in.

That boy is my father — my baba, my guide, my muse. From his story I was inspired to found Maison Edmond Moussallem. His story breathed life into my brand, and taught me that every ending carries a lesson and every fall is just a prelude to rising again. As a Lebanese designer no matter what we’re going through, this story reminds me that there’s always something worth holding on to. Edmond Moussallem was born from raw emotions passed down from father to son. It’s more than just fabric and design; it’s the realization of a dream for those who wear it and those who dare to feel.

A boy, an orphanage and a dream – three words, seventeen letter that forged Edmond Moussallem.