In the last year, I’ve taken back the rights to my non-fiction books. I decided that I would release them all again – updated and connected by cover art. While each work has a particular focus, they are interconnected. Each book has my own story, experiences and explorations as the central thread. And each book has Palestine in it – a living, breathing world and its people.
It was a random post on social media, but it unexpectedly moved me: a woman asking, for research purposes, what is something your mother can do that you cannot? There are many in my case, but my instant response was: I can’t cook like my mother. Soon followed a deeper realisation: I wish I could cook like my mother. I am a Third Culture Kid, belonging everywhere and nowhere, proficient in Arab- lish (that odd combination of Arabic and English that forms a new word). As an adult, I take some strange pleasure in this lack of belonging, and yet the moment I return to my parents’ house and smell the aroma of Arabic food, I feel like I am home.
