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 me completely surprised…

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.

I took it to a laboratory to know exactly its composition.

A few days later I got a call.