MIRA

The world has a strange way of folding itself beneath my feet these days. Three years ago, I was running a restaurant kitchen with pans and a prayer.

Three years ago, I was fighting for my life, my name, and my marriage, until I signed a contract that changed the trajectory of my entire existence.

And now? I’m standing on the observation deck of the Burj Khalifa, watching Dubai glitter like a circuitry board made of gold. The desert wind brushes my hair back as I stare at the city ...