Mike Hanini Odetalla's beloved mother & her namesake, his daughter Fatima
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"If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again" ~ Allah Yirhamik ya Oumi
I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again" ~ Allah Yirhamik ya Oumi
"Of all the aromas etched into my memory bank, there is absolutely nothing as comforting as that of my mother's freshly baked bread...The aroma of fresh baked bread transports me back in time to a much simpler, innocent place, that fills me with a warmth and comfort that is indescribable... Whether is was my mother, my mother in-law, or my aunt Jamila (May Allah have mercy on their souls), they baked bread that leaves me at a loss for the proper words to describe it...I will just say that if one wanted to actually smell or taste love, they would have to look no further than the bread their blessed hands baked..." Mike Hanini Odetalla
Mike & his mother |
Come! I'll tell you about Palestine
First Love
The Olive Harvest
Desecrating the Memory of Babe Ruth
Olive trees, Oum Kalthoum, and Jasmine Blossoms
A House, A Home
Olive Oil
Oh Little Town of Bethlehem
Nakba & Memories
Being Palestinian
Of Caves & Moonlight
Eid Al-Fitr
Of Apricots & Palestine
Life is Beautiful
Of Zatar, Olive Oil, & Mint Tea
"Balady" (Homegrown)
Thanksgiving
Thinking of Spring in Palestine
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