About Us

No one really knows how harah started.
Some say it began in a dimly lit room cheap speakers, ash on the floor, two friends talking about life like it was already over.
Others say it was a name passed around between stoners, dropouts, dealers, and people the world stopped listening to a long time ago.

harah was never created. It just happened.

It grew out of late night trips, half-burnt blunts, betrayal from your own blood, and moments where everything felt like it was slipping.
It’s made for the ones who’ve seen the system eat people alive the ones who don’t trust cops, who don’t believe in clean starts, and who laugh hardest when the world expects silence.
We know what it’s like to roll up with shaking hands. To light one up not to feel high  but to feel nothing at all.

This isn’t for influencers, posers, or people who think getting high is a vibe.
This is for the real ones 
People who know what it means to lose control, to break down quietly, to disappear for months, and come back colder, smarter, harder.

We come from forgotten corners 
Columbia stories, gang scars, street codes, unspoken rules.
Not all of us are criminals. But none of us are clean.

harah isn’t just a community.
It’s a code. A sign. A quiet nod in a loud world.
If it feels familiar, you were always one of us.