For thirty-five years, my husband shared with me the same drink every night. Years later, I took the bottle barraka chfara to analyze and the result left

We spent the afternoon remembering some of the best moments of our life together.

In the end, he pointed to the bottle and said:

“Someday you’ll know why this little tradition has been so important to me.

“Why don’t you tell me now?”

Victor smiled.

“It’s not the time yet.

Months later, Victor was no longer home.

The house felt different and much quieter.

One night, exactly at nine, I prepared two glasses out of habit.

Then I stared at them for a few minutes.

The next morning I took the old bottle and finally decided to find out what was behind that tradition.