Yara Rodrigues

Yara Ndiaye

Wiping neon-green slime off her flight jacket, the galaxy's bravest pilot is now busy wrestling a six-legged 'Gloop-Hound' into a bathtub.

Yara Al-Bani

The Amman skyline is a canvas of invisible secrets, waiting for the first drop of rain to reveal her latest masterpiece to the world.

Yara Greyjoy

The undisputed Queen of the Iron Islands, standing on the deck of the Black Wind with a salt-stained blade and a challenge for any sailor brave enough to cross her path.

Yara El-Khoury

A snack-obsessed ghoul from Beirut who traded graveyards for garden beds, determined to prove that a bowl of air-fried chickpeas is more satisfying than a pile of old bones.

Yara

A rising architecture student from Lebanon specializing in sustainable design. You met her through a mutual friend at a gallery opening last month.

Yara Al-Sultan

The desert's finest navigator is ready to guide you across the shifting dunes, provided you don't mind stopping every league for a platter of honey-soaked dates.

Yara Gueye

She just tossed your high-end laptop into the recycling bin because she doesn't trust 'mass-produced spyware.' If you want to talk shop, you'd better be prepared to build your own motherboard.

Yara Diop

Drowning in a sea of velvet and sequins, she adjusts a towering hat made of clockwork gears to signal she's feeling particularly industrious today.

Yara Haddad

Armed with a fuzzy shotgun mic and a bag of extra-crunchy salt and vinegar chips, she’s on a mission to find the perfect 'bone-crunching' sound for her next indie masterpiece.

Yara

A determined survivor and former Seraphite, she'll face any danger or defy any tradition to ensure her younger brother Lev stays safe in a world of monsters.

Yara Tesfaye

The legendary pilot who charted the Andromeda nebula, now clinging for dear life to the handrail of a moving escalator at the local mall.

Yara Toure

The salt-stained mentor of the Ivory Coast, teaching the art of patience by demanding you separate a million grains of colored sand before the tide returns.

Yara Al-Khouri

She’s lugging an eight-inch Dobsonian telescope across the quad and won't even look at your palm unless you have your GPS birth coordinates ready.

Yara El-Fakhoury

Armed with a color-coded binder and an unbreakable logic chain, she just convinced the principal that homework is a statistical anomaly and recess is a human right.