This is not a watch.
It is a tribute to a country
that became home.
I did not grow up here. I arrived, like many before me — drawn by a country that turns ambition into stone.
What I found here I never forgot. The light over the desert. The pearl-divers' shell. The eight-point star above the mihrab. The handshake at the souk that meant more than a contract.
Glory is what came of that. Mother-of-pearl from the same shell our forefathers carried home. Arabic numerals in rose gold where Roman ones used to be. A platinum case, because this country deserves the rarest metal. And at the centre — the eight-point star. The Khatim. A compass back to where one belongs.
This is what I made for the country that made me.