Suffice to say, as everyone knows, food
plays a vital role in every culture. Without hyperbole one can muster, it is
among language, music, and art central to the welfare and identity of such
peoples since mankind traversed this planet. What makes food intriguing is that some
had remained traditional; others evolved from their ancient roots, adopting the
neighbors’ or occupiers’ cuisine. Women in particular had kept the treasured
family recipes alive while men took care of the business side, dispensing
comfort foods in different ways.
As everyone understands too, there is no
shortage of famous chefs who rose to prominence in every country on the globe,
whether be it on T.V., blogs, magazines even in their own establishments.
Such was the story of Ameer, bright-eyed
and bushy-tailed lad, who hailed from East Beirut, which was separated from
West Beirut during the civil war of 1975-1990, by the” Green Line”. As he grew
up hating the war where brothers became enemies overnight, he witnessed many
tragedies and mayhem that makes one aghast. Among all the destruction, he
enjoyed soccer with his friends, field trips to the majestic snow-capped
mountains for skiing and, above all, his mom’s cooking.
Maryam (Mary) was a chef in her own
right, owning a gourmet restaurant overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. She did prepare
the most delectable dishes as the locals would testify. Ameer’s dad, Yacoub
(Jacob), was a dentist with a sweet tooth; a famous surgeon to be specific.
Although he had a clinic in West Beirut at the posh “Alhamra street” before the
war started, he had to close it; fleeing with his staff the sectarian
killings, to go work in a charitable hospital called the “Crowning Glory”. He
was a disciplinarian and the driving force getting his son interested in the
profession. The dad liked Ameer to follow in his footsteps to become a dentist
and that of his grandfather, too.
But Ameer had a passion for food and
cooking like his mother did. Yacoub insisted by showing him the pros and cons
of both and asking him to just try and see if he would like it. Ameer could not
forget what his dad said: “Stick with science son, not recipes. Your future
will be as bright as the Lebanese sun.” So off to America he was sent to stay
with close relatives and attend the local college in Detroit, Michigan. While
in America, Ameer met famous
artisans who fled the war in droves,
offering the locals the rich Levantine cuisine. He also excelled in his
curriculum for he was an over achiever. Now, every time he tasted the food of
those chefs, they reminded him of his mom’s, his love for her and her
entrepreneurial spirit.
One day, he received some bad news. His
mom perished in a wave of rockets’ shelling between the two sides. Her
restaurant suffered a direct hit, becoming obliterated. The news devastated him
for it was unbearable. To add insult to injury, he knew he could not go back
now for he will be killed too until the war ends and some peace prevails. When
it did in 1990, he went back after graduation to see his surviving dad and
rebuild his mom’s place as to honor her memory. The embers in his heart burnt
the memory of his mom, thronged with echoed voices. His lips quivered with the
sounds of her praise as the days went by. Nothing could bypass the wounds
except her tender touches. He thought to himself, “what a life we live? Does
not life throw curveballs at us all? For surety, no parting gift is given by
her upon our deaths and our timorous whispers.”
Ameer put all that past behind, ventured
to rebuild his mom’s gourmet restaurant, hiring the most famous chef in Lebanon
to run it, going on a peace, unity and a healing mission to bring the disjoined
country back together by highlighting shared things. It was all done to honor
the mother and the country. He purchased a drone, hired a photographer to
accompany him, then embarked on visiting every village, town and city. He
showcased their beauty, the generosity and goodness of the people, rich
heritage and the marvelous cuisine they all shared. He even published a cook
book, giving the proceeds of its success to orphanages.
Ameer became a great influencer. With
time’s passing, his dad passed on from old age. He left him a handsome sum of
money and a clinic to run back in West Beirut. He did, juggling his time
between the restaurant venture and the clinic. With the money inherited, he
decided to open a culinary school, free of tuition, to any orphan willing to
study and excel in the culinary arts. Upon graduation, he would have an end
year ceremony, handing students their medal, named after his mom.
As one ceremony proceeded on, Maryam was
called to receive her cherished medal. As he looked at her, a semblance struck
him. It sent shivers down his spine. He could not sleep that night.
Isn't it amazing how they come back to haunt us? A stranger's face, a song, a poem, a dream even. But perhaps that just means that, as long as we remember and pass on that memory, they become immortal.
And perhaps it is the best kind of immortality. For it leaves the world better then it was. Well written.
OMG! So true and well said M.J. I can't agree more. You have graced me with your review and visit. T.. read moreOMG! So true and well said M.J. I can't agree more. You have graced me with your review and visit. Thank you kindly for all.
Thank you Sami for sharing the amazing story. I saw war torn places and I respect the people. Who survived the hate of war and teach us. To be better. A outstanding story shared.
Coyote
Wow! Thank you so much my friend for this awesome review and gentle empathy. First- hand experience .. read moreWow! Thank you so much my friend for this awesome review and gentle empathy. First- hand experience is so powerful and impacting. Keep up your good work sir on peace and reconciliation.
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You are welcome Sami. I believe, us who love to write. Need to showcase the great people in our worl.. read moreYou are welcome Sami. I believe, us who love to write. Need to showcase the great people in our world. You did.
' The embers in his heart burnt the memory of his mom, thronged with echoed voices. His lips quivered with the sounds of her praise as the days went by. Nothing could bypass the wounds except her tender touches. He thought to himself, “what a life we live? Does not life throw curveballs at us all? For surety, no parting gift is given by her upon our deaths and our timorous whispers.” '
Seems that those words are the heart of your story and yet what makes that heart romp is the glorious tale ~ continually ringing very factual, hugging it close in such an interesting but sincere manner. Found your words fascinating start to finish; every section, each topic, briefly but sYmpathetically made this a great story. Tis memorable.. and the ending, perfect.
Whoeee! What a glorious review from a glorious poet. I love how you hone in on the most and highligh.. read moreWhoeee! What a glorious review from a glorious poet. I love how you hone in on the most and highlight your responses. Million thank yous and may you have a joyful Valentines.
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PS - The painting was and is a great find and so very appropriate.
dearest Sami... Psalm 92:12... the Cedars of Lebanon... King Solomon made]
Cedar as plentiful as the Sycamore-Fig trees in the foothills. There is quite a History
of Lebanon. So many things will never be erased... even for our Country and the "Faith"
that has endured. I find strength in your Stories. tenderly, Pat
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3 Years Ago
Wow! You are so right. Thank you for quoting and highlighting history and hope for the future. Your .. read moreWow! You are so right. Thank you for quoting and highlighting history and hope for the future. Your heart is a treasure of many things. Thank you so much.
Your stories just keep getting better & better. This is the kind of story where you don't need to engage in wordplay & you wisely let the story tell itself. This story has such a powerful storyline, it doesn't need embellishment (altho you are usually very good at embellishing & wordcrafting in your other stories). You tell this story so single-mindedly, so passionately, for much of this reading, I thought this might be about you. But since you're not in Lebanon running both a restaurant & a clinic (at least I don't think you are!) I guess this must be about someone you care for so much, you would tell this story as if it's coming from your own heart. Becuz of your interesting name, I've always wondered about your ethnic background & now I'm thinking you must have close ties to Lebanon becuz you tell this story like you were there. All in all, great story well told, leaving us with an inspiration to ponder (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
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3 Years Ago
Hi Margie! I grew up in Lebanon during the height of the civil war before becoming a US citizen. I s.. read moreHi Margie! I grew up in Lebanon during the height of the civil war before becoming a US citizen. I still gave all those memories. I got the inspiration from a food blogger who wants to heal the country and bring people back together in unity, peace and love by showcasing the shared beauty of the country, its rich heritage, its delectable cuisine. Lebanon like Syria, Iraq, Yemen, Egypt and many others have went through wars and destruction even as we speak. The Arab world is a vital region of the world in many ways. I love to see people solve their issues peacefully and work on the common good. I'm passionate about working for peace and the benefits it beings. Thank you so much for all.
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Love the above conversation, especially, "working for peace and the benefits it brings. I grew up o.. read moreLove the above conversation, especially, "working for peace and the benefits it brings. I grew up on the Old Testament and still have the words in my Heart and Soul. gently, Pat
Dear Sami...
Your ability to write with such clarity. a moving tale of how the power of belonging..fills us with an inherent desire to be with our loved ones and a yearning for loved ones that are no longer with us. Evoking one's own memories of nostalgic longings, holding onto the memories so tight it hurts. That feeling of wanting to have that one last opportunity to..sit..talk..laugh..and eat together again...but all we have is the love that remains...and a legacy that is etched deep into our hearts!
"As one ceremony proceeded on, Maryam was called to receive her cherished medal. As he looked at her, a semblence struck him. It sent shivers down his spine. He could not sleep that night"
Ameer's mothers love is everywhere....as is mine!
Beautifully written Sami... :)
YB
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3 Years Ago
Hi Butterfly. As you fly with your beautiful wings here and there, you brighten our world. Your word.. read moreHi Butterfly. As you fly with your beautiful wings here and there, you brighten our world. Your words are so poetic and beautiful that will make one touched. I know you have many losses of loved ones in your life, so hold on to those precious memories and honor them in some way or another. God bless. Million thank yous...
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"all we have is the love that remains...and a legacy that is etched deep into our hearts!"
Wo.. read more"all we have is the love that remains...and a legacy that is etched deep into our hearts!"
Wow.....
I am seriously amazed at your intricate weaving of the personal, cultural, historical, political and how you tell an entire epic story spanning decades and continents in such a few words. When I read your stories, you teach me so much about the world, make me think, show me what it is like to be someone else and bring up a range of emotions for me. I think there is much to learn from you about the art of writing short stories and the art in general of brevity!
Despite the gravity of much of the subject matter, the gem in this story, for me, is this:
“A dentist with a sweet tooth”
Such a simple phrase, but does much to invoke an image of the person you are describing and makes the reader smile too.
Hi Helen. Bon Appetit. I like how you slice and dice your understanding of my write to create a deli.. read moreHi Helen. Bon Appetit. I like how you slice and dice your understanding of my write to create a delicious plate. Then you top it off with a sweet desert. Thank you so much for the time and the lovely visit.