So let me tell what happened a couple of days ago. There is a shelter for displaced people close to the kitchen where I cook. The kids there know me, some of them follow my social media and have seen my videos ❤️
They asked me to make them burgers and a dessert! There’s no meat 🥩 at all in the market (for weeks now) so we settled for the dessert..
I was feeling 🇪🇸 / 🇵🇹 vibe, and I thought “let me make Churros again! It was a hit last time , why not try it again?!
And yup! Churros with chocolate sauce never disappoint 😎
When I evacuated my second shelter in Rafah in April, I left some belongings behind—partly because we couldn’t carry much, and partly to leave something for the three families who remained in the shelter.
One of those items was a mug I had bought in my first shelter in Zawaida. I thought I’d be able to buy another one when I arrived in Deir al-Balah. But by the time we arrived, about a million others had already taken refuge here, and the markets had already begun to run out of supplies. Since October 2023, anything that runs out—aside from food—cannot be replaced, as the Israeli occupation has imposed a suffocating blockade and completely severed northern Gaza from its south, allowing only specific food items and, occasionally, hygiene products under strict restrictions. To cope with this, people have begun trading used items with one another, including kitchenware, clothes, blankets, mobile phones, laptops, etc.
I couldn’t bring myself to buy a used mug, partly because they were rarely available, and if I did find one, it would be slightly cracked or just a plain transparent cup, and that’s not what I mean when I say I want a mug. Back home in Gaza, I was known for having dozens of mugs, each chosen for a specific mood, season, occasion, or holiday. A mug represents the warmth of home, a moment I steal for myself to stay sane amidst all this madness—a reminder that I can still close my eyes in peace and comfort with the first sip of hot chocolate on a cold night. I didn’t want a cracked mug to symbolize all the things that have shattered over the past year, including our hearts and memories. I refrained from buying a mug for months, waiting until I found one that truly felt like home, rather than a cold shelter.
Two days ago, I stumbled upon a social media post by an artist I had previously bought a mug from in Gaza. I was surprised she was still advertising her hand-painted mugs, this time only in the southern parts of Gaza, since she wouldn’t be able to deliver to the north. Needless to say, I immediately ordered one, even though it cost more than triple its usual price due to the scarcity and the high cost of materials under the ongoing Israeli blockade.
Yesterday, I received my first order in the past 13 months, and I can’t describe how surprised I was by the perfect way it was packaged. The artist lives in Nuseirat, a place that has been relentlessly bombarded by the Israeli occupation over the past few weeks. I couldn't imagine how she managed to source materials and carefully package each order with such love amidst the overwhelming sound of massive bombardments rocking her refugee camp.
For a moment, I felt as if none of this was happening, that we were still home, that everyone was still here, and that no one was gone. It felt like there were no invaders chocking the air of my city, and the sounds of explosions were merely a distant echo.
Like a little child excited to open a Christmas gift, I began to unpack the mug and the small items that accompanied it. Among them was one coffee sachet and a biscuit, wrapped in paper with handwritten text that read, “In memory of my martyr friend Mahassen al-Khatib.”
Mahassen was one of the most creative digital artists in Gaza. She was killed around a week ago along with her family in an Israeli bombardment of their home in northern Gaza.
I read the text and I was suddenly hit by the reality that all of this is actually happening, that many of us are gone, and that the sounds of explosions are actually bombardments that are tearing down our homes and souls.. I wish I had settled for a used, cracked mug.
I intended to post something 2 days ago, but it was so tough.. so I opted to spend the day with my family 🧑🧑🧒
In my mind I can’t believe we’re entering year 2 of this ongoing aggression 😨
Every Gazan has lost way too much during this year. The pain & grief are unmatched.
Personally , I lost my home, my siblings’ houses, my career and had to say goodbye to way too many friends
But I also held my son 👶between my arms for the first time during this year
I got introduced to so many incredible people in Gaza who showed me how resilient & strong we are as a nation. And many others from abroad, who extended support in every way possible
This past year will always be a transformative year in my life. I gues i will have to wait to see the aftermath of this transformation, if I survived
I learned to be positive in the darkest times, I learned that giving is extremely satisfying! And that an honest prayer for me and my family worth more than money or praise! When those kids say to me “may allah save your family”, it means the world!
And yes.. this videos marks the comeback of a fan favorite, rice pudding 🍚 with raisin 🍇, pineapple 🍍, strawberry 🍓 jello and apples 🍎
I was waiting for the jello to set cause there were no fridges! But it is what it is 🙈
last time i cooked spaghetti 🍝, I made the unforgivable sin of breaking it… I was lucky enough that the gracious Italian people forgave me in the comments.
I’m revisiting Italy again 🇮🇹, this time with Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo. Mainly because pasta is available, but also cause it’s a simple delicious dish that is popular amongst the kids
Do I get your approval this time?
Questa volta ho la tua approvazione? 🤌
Every time Taylor Swift sees another female artist taking over the charts, she magically drop some repeat album 😂.. so I thought that should re-drop a hit of mine! The magical chicken Sandwich
This time it’s a chicken strips sandwich with a simple sauce. I talk repeatedly about the important of protein for the kids, and how hard it is to provide it! So you can imagine how excited I was to finally get some chicken 🐓
I think my hit beats Taylor’s.. right?!
my heart is broken. Muhammad Salah Bahar we will never forget you and we will never forgive israel. may we all witness the fall of israel in our lifetime
Psychologically relief is life saving in these harsh circumstances. Seeing the children smile despite everything they endured is a blessing. Thank you to everyone
They used an aid truck as a Trojan horse to lure in starving Palestinians and then massacred them after they were discovered.
THEY USED AN AID TRUCK AS A TROJAN HORSE TO LURE IN STARVING PALESTINIANS AND MURDERED OVER 200+ OF THEM
🍉Among the rubbles we rise, like a phoenix always rising from the ashes! You can never take us down.. we are here to stay
Today I made pea stew
Ingredients:
Peas
Onion
Tomato sauce
LOVE
PERSISTENCE
& RESISTANCE