Farhad looked at Murat and Tariq and nodded. "Urəyim Türkiyə, Pakistan," he whispered. "Canım Azərbaycan."
Tariq smiled, reaching into his medical crate to pull out a tin of spices he always carried. "And in mine, tea is not just a drink, it is a medicine for the soul." He sprinkled cardamom and ginger into the pot. Farhad looked at Murat and Tariq and nodded
🤝 If you'd like, I can: Rewrite this as a poem Change the setting (like a space mission or a tech startup) Focus on a specific historical event tea is not just a drink