Salut mon petit poussin!

I’m Sabrine.

Tunisian. Egyptian. French.

Radiant as fuck.

Sunshine in human form — but spicy.

Big-hearted, full-bellied, truth-speaking.

Always dancing. Always feeding people. Always moving like joy is a birthright.

This isn’t a personal brand.

This is a home.

Of enjoyment. Of rhythm. Of legacy.

A ritual? Piling 9 people into one car and going to the beach.

My favorite memory is all of us squeezed into a tiny Twingo — my mom, aunts, cousins, chaos, sandwiches, fruit, sun.

We’d come back sticky and glowing. Everyone would nap in the dark with TV static humming in the background.

Prison Break on CD. Grandma watching without understanding a word. Nobody cared. We were together. That was enough.

What I stand for:

  • Enjoyment over perfection

  • Bold action, no performance

  • Joy as a lifestyle, not a reward

  • Movement that frees, not molds

  • Energy that’s contagious but protected

  • Saying yes with your chest — and your bunda

I come from mint, Mezoued & brik.

My roots are Tunisian and Egyptian, but it’s my Tunisian side that raised me like a second skin.

  • I was built in couscous (with fish, always), slata mechouia (grilled pepper salad, smoky and spicy), and brik (deep-fried pastry with egg inside — fragile, explosive, delicious, like me)

  • I was fed harissa instead of hugs

  • I grew up with mezoued in my ears — loud, emotional, raw — and that rhythm lives in my body now

  • My favorite scent? Mint and jasmine. It smells like Sidi Bou Saïd in the summer. It smells like home.

Side note: I also grew up surrounded by cockroaches with wings. If you know, you know.

That’s the world I’m building now.

A place where joy is felt in the bones.

Where movement is sacred.

Where your full self is invited in — spice, mess, belly laughs and all.

Whether it’s a dance retreat, a shared meal, a voice note, or a reel, I build experiences that feel like:

  • music playing

  • food on the table

  • air full of scent and freedom

  • no performance, just presence

I host like my mother — with love, warmth, and a “don’t touch my kitchen” edge.

I speak to strangers like they’re family — because they are.

Who I am — beyond the dance.

A spicy, joyful, deeply grounded woman who walks her dog like he’s a cinnamon roll and cooks like she’s feeding a revolution.

I swear with love. I rest like a queen. I build shit from scratch.

Little rituals that make up my rhythm:

  • Strong coffee, early mornings, notebooks full of wild thoughts

  • Cartoons in bed at 9pm while crocheting Scooby-Doo bracelets

  • Sunday dinners, solo dance breaks, phone off by nightfall

  • Sun walks, loud earrings, and zero tolerance for bland food or bland vibes

Legacy, not trend.

I’m not here for soft girl matcha era.

I’m here for life. Messy, rich, rooted.

I don’t sell healing. I embody joy.

I don’t wait. I move.

Like the women who raised me — bold, sharp, unstoppable.

What I’m building isn’t a vibe. It’s a legacy.

It might not make sense to everyone.

But if it makes sense to you?

Yallah habibi. Welcome home.

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This is a process and I’m excited to share it with you. Follow along to see how it takes shape.

Got a question? A spicy idea? Just wanna vibe?

Slide into my inbox.

Whether it’s about the camp, a future collaboration, your favorite harissa brand, or a random spark — I wanna hear it.

I read everything. Promise.

Just give me a few days if I’m dancing, cooking, or holding my dog like a cinnamon roll.

📩 hello@homeofenjoyment.com

📍Currently based in Paris — soon vibing in the Mediterranea.