Meet Marwa

The Mother of all

Marwa was supposed to live a safe life.

Baalbek to banking. Clean desk, steady income, predictable days. Everything is in order… except the feeling that something was missing.

She followed the path anyway. Until the day everything cracked open.

The Beirut port explosion.

In a single moment, the city changed. And so did her perspective. What once felt “safe” suddenly felt fragile. And staying the same didn’t make sense anymore.

So she and Adib made a call.

They walked away.

Not into another job. Not into a plan B. Into the unknown.

They packed up their lives and left for a quiet village in Turkey. No noise, no distractions, just a small kitchen, raw ingredients, and a decision they had to prove right.

The days were simple, but not easy. Flour on their clothes, sugar in the air, ovens running nonstop. They learned the language of dough, how it reacts, how it fails, how it finally comes together when you get it right. Coffee became a ritual. Early mornings dialing in the grind, late nights chasing the perfect balance.

There were a lot of bad batches. Burnt edges. Collapsed cakes. Doubt creeping in.

But they stayed.

One year of doing the same thing over and over, until it wasn’t guesswork anymore. It was instinct.

When they came back to Lebanon, they weren’t just coming back with a “concept.”

They came back with craft.

They opened a coffee shop in Mar Mikhael. And you could feel the difference. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t copied. It was built, layer by layer, just like everything they learned.

And still, they didn’t settle.

They packed again.

Dubai.

A city that doesn’t wait for you. You either show up ready, or you get lost in it. They chose to show up ready. Opened another coffee shop in City Walk, sharper, more confident, more precise.

And then came Sugar Mommy in Oud Metha.

This time, they didn’t just build a place. They built a personality. Something bold. Playful. Loud in the right way. Desserts that don’t sit quietly on a shelf, they demand attention.

Because by then, Marwa wasn’t just baking.

She was telling stories, through layers, textures, flavors.

This is her story.

And Adib, right there in every step.

Not luck. Not timing.

Just two people who chose to start over… and kept choosing it until they got it right.

the main characters

Behind The Chaos

what makes us

Different?

personality driven

Built on personality, not trends.

handcrafted perfection

Carefully crafted. Never rushed.

experience, not just taste

More than a bite. It’s a moment.

unapologetically extra

A little extra. On purpose.