Aleppo, where it all started…

Street in the old city of Aleppo

As an immigrant, I am often asked where home is. While, for some it’s a country, a city or a town, for others, it’s four walls and a roof. For me, home is much more than a place.

Home is:

The smell of jasmine, and freshly brewed coffee

The taste of freshly baked bread

The first bite of a juicy apricot on a hot summer day

The exquisite taste of fresh pistachios and ripe figs

Home is a feeling I can’t describe…

I had the chance and the privilege of growing up in Aleppo, a city with a very rich cuisine, influenced by its diverse population due to its location, being in the heart of trading routes.

Through my photos, rather than try to capture a list of ingredients, spices and directions to follow, I aim to share my story and my memories, all inspired by the flavors and smells of my childhood in Aleppo.

Because sometimes, all it takes, is a bite, a taste, a smell or a photo to feel at home…