I grew up with the smell of spices filling the house, and food wasn’t just something we ate — it was how we remembered, how we connected, and how we loved.

This cookbook came from a place of deep memory and pride in Levantine and Arab culture. I’m not a professional chef, just someone who believes that food can tell stories — stories of grandmothers, family tables, and forgotten flavors.

If these recipes bring back even one memory, or create a new one, then this book has done its job.