it started with clay.
not a lab. not a formula sheet. a grandmother's hands, a bowl of clay, and the smell of something real.
north african roots.
ancient rituals.
growing up with north african roots, clay wasn't skincare — it was just life. ghassoul in the hair. black soap on the skin. henna on friday nights. olive oil on everything. nobody called it a routine. it just worked.
my grandmother made soap the way her mother taught her. my aunt knew which clay to use for which skin. i grew up watching, learning, absorbing — without even knowing i was being taught.
then i moved west. and slowly, my skin forgot everything.
then 2025
changed everything.
i went through an illness that stopped me completely. when the world slows down like that, you start asking different questions. not "what works fastest" but "what actually heals." not "what covers it" but "what fixes it."
that's when i found traditional chinese medicine. and something clicked — deeply. because tcm isn't about symptoms. it's about root causes. about balance. about the body as a whole system.
it reminded me of everything i grew up with. north african herbalism and tcm are speaking the same language — just from different sides of the world.
how clayn
came to life.
some nights i can't sleep.
and i love it.
i became obsessed. studying. formulating. testing. herbs i'd never heard of alongside ones i'd smelled in my grandmother's kitchen.
i'd lose track of time reading about adaptogens, clays, plant actives. my friends started asking what i was using. then they started buying it. then their friends asked.
and one day it clicked — this wasn't just for me. this was for everyone who grew up with natural traditions and lost them. or who never had them — and deserves to discover them now.
"my journey is still long — inshallah.
and i am so excited for every step of it."
rooted in tradition.
kitchener-waterloo, ontario · natural · herbalism-based · tcm-rooted