Preface

In loving memory of my son Bilal, who has been my inspiration.

Despite his young years, he knew the meaning of food.

In his school journal, he once wrote, “Love is when Mom makes brownies for me.”

I regret, every second of my life, having missed the chance of seeing these words when he was still with us.

I am grateful to this book.

It has been to me like the stories were to Sheherazad.