The Story of Midad

Midad was born on cold winter nights, when temperatures dropped below zero and we were writing a line of code, glancing at a cup of tea grown cold.

It was never a business plan — only a need. A need to write in our own language, to build tools that honour Arabic rather than pasting it on as a late translation. A need to make something by hand that still carries something of Aleppo.

Midad means ink. And within ink lies everything: the word, the code, the story, the craft. Under Midad's roof, two branches:

Raqeem — where we engrave apps. Every app here was born from a real need we lived through, then released for everyone.

Sandal — that carries the stories. A small Arabian boat, drifting between the shores of civilisation, ferrying those who care to listen.

If you'd like to know us further, please. If you'd like to speak with us, we're here. And if you only wish to sit — welcome. This place was built to be sat in.