About Tennis Halabi
Our History
Nestled between the pine-laced hills of Dhour El Choueir, where the air is cool and the summers linger softly, lies a clay court shaped by time and memory. Hidden just beyond the hum of the world, it rests in quiet communion with the landscape — private, rooted, and deeply symbolic.
For nearly a hundred years, this court has welcomed the footsteps of many generations. Its red smooth sun-warmed earth has borne witness to the graceful game of tennis — the arc of a serve, the echo of laughter, the hush between points. Once a gathering ground for spirited summer tournaments, today it remains a place of reflection, rhythm, and ritual.
Surrounded by ancient stone pines and vine leaves, the court is more than a surface — it is a custodian of legacy. In the pages of the late owner’s diary, it was once referred to as “my beloved court” — a testament to its inestimable value and the devotion it continues to inspire.
A century later, the game still lives here — not only in movement, but in memory. And as the sun filters through the trees, it whispers the language of tradition, of quiet pride, and of the timeless beauty of a game that runs in the blood of the generations that have tended to it.