Wallysmommy

The first time I encountered a traumatizing moment that had to do with my identity was when I was in seventh grade. My hijab was stripped off my head by two male eighth graders and I was speechless. I felt my heart shatter as I ran to the bathroom sobbing. I was humiliated, embarrassed and…

People are always taken back when I say, “I wish I could go back in time, and go to culinary school.” Although it’s never too late, I practice my passion in my own kitchen. Thanks to my husband, he purchased a new cookbook for me called “Palestine on a Plate: Memories from My Mother’s Kitchen” by Joudie…