Al Nakba and Palestinian Recipes

This year, March 15 marks the 70th commemoration of Al Nakba, the day after the declaration of independance of the state of Israel, the day Palestinians were kicked out of their homes and their village to make way for settlements for paid Jews from the world to live in.

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What is different this year? The person in The White House decided he is playing a board game and falsy assigned a capital to an occupying country by doing what they’re doing best; occupying another. This year, also, the Palestinians aren’t taking it anymore and are revolting. A large number died was killed.

You’d ask, why a food blog is getting into politics? The answer is because I am not separate from this messed up world we live in. And this subject is dear to my heart. I’ve brought it up before and I will still bring it up now more than ever. My grandparents came to Lebanon from Palestine in 1948 when they left their homes for what they assumed would be a short time. Fifty years later, my family moves from UAE, their 1975 refuge from the Civil War, to Lebanon. We have no place to go as we were expelled due to sponsorship country regulations. So we move to the Palestinian Refugee camp in Dbayeh and here I am twenty years later living and making a living from here. Fortunately, my family got the Lebanese nationality, which made things somehow easier on several fronts.

Fighting has been taking place since Earth day, end of March. And for Al Nakba, more than 60 have been killed. YES, Killed. Murdered. Not dead, as reported. and more than 2700 injured to the date of publishing this post.

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It angers me how the world is silent to the 70-year-old actions of the “only democracy in the Middle East” and the massacres commited to the land they occupy and the neighboring countries.
What also angers me is the cultural theft commited against anything Levantine being promoted, mainly in the US, as Israeli. Hummus is not Israeli. There was nothing called that. It is Levantine, Middle Eastern. There is Jewish bread. But there is not an Israeli hummus. And the list goes on.

Here is where I feel responsible; storytelling and food. Memories and oral history is a vital part in keeping the cause alive. I will do what I am good at, and I will use the platform and medium I have. So here it is. My food and my family’s inherited food is at your hands. Share the stories and the flavors. Fight the way you can, and let’s not turn a blind eye at all the brutal physical and cultural killing taking place until justice is served.

My thoughts and energy goes to all the Palestinians fighting for our land and for our right have the land for us!

Maftoul & Moghrabieh

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Msakhan; Sumac Chicken Rolls

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Palestinian Msakhan; Pulled Chicken Wraps with Onions and Sumac

This post was written a year ago. I dug it up again, and edited it a bit, to post it this year with more intention.

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May 15 marks a turning point in the course of history with massive consequences
It is the day Palestinians were forcibly expelled from their homes to nowhere
It is when Palestinians started looking for home, a shelter, a roof to stay under. For 68 years, Palestinians are being chased out of their homes and lands, tortured, imprisoned, mistreated, and killed.
Massacres are happening on a regular basis. The world has become so numb. We count numbers. Unless there’s a notable person among those killed, the death toll is meaningless

 

Photos from Dbayeh Palestinians refugees camp I took last year

As I probably have mentioned in previous posts, I am a 2nd generation Palestinian with a Lebanese nationality. I barely have any sense of belonging to neither. My grandmother used to tell me about how they fled and how they settled in the area that became the refugees camp of Dbayeh, the camp that neither most Palestinians nor Lebanese know about. Continue reading

“Sprouts” My VEG Restaurant and Vegan Quinoa Minestrone Soup

My belly is growing.

No, I am not pregnant. I am eating. Eating for one. Or two. Heck, even three! Me, my mind, and my belly. My irregular eating routine I’m going through lately is starting to bug me. But that is forgivable for all the things I’m working on in parallel. Between procrastination and the nothings I am committed to, I am actually getting some work done. 

Which brings me to the real good news!!!

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Food Writing: The Build-up to Christmas – THE CARTON (A Proustian Memory)

For the winter issue of The Carton magazine, entitled A Proustian Memory, a piece of writing that I submitted was published and I couldn’t get any prouder to be part of such cultural publication. This piece revisits my memories of the period of Saint Barbara’s day through Christmas with scents, sights, and flavors.

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Caramel Biscuit Pancakes and my Emotional Stability Caliber

Caramel biscuit spoculoos lotus biscoff pancakes recipe - cookin5m2-7Every time I approach my writing device with the intention of writing about something I try to hide in real life, or have trouble talking about, I get second thoughts. I feel like I’m exposing too much in a place where I shouldn’t. But then again, this is my platform where I share my creations, my cooking, my writings, my photography, my emotions. Every time I hold myself back, I remember the words of Neil Gaiman,

The moment that you feel that just possibly you’re walking down the street naked exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself, that’s the moment you may be starting to get it right

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