Kohl and cardamom

Number of pages: 184 pages My appetite was spoiled, I who used to see in food what comes after food. There is nothing more delicious than food that has settled for a while inside a pot on the fire, just like experiments that slowly settle gravity. The fruit I return with from the market has no guarantee, and it is treacherous like one's emotional choices. The bread says that a partner is necessary. One grows up and runs away from his family, just as cooked meat falls off the thigh bone that, without it, would not have formed and held together. The way the baker stretches and gathers his dough is the same way one deals with hallucinations and frustrations in the hour before sleep. The sauce is a person who does not live for himself, but for others. Only the stuffing of the pizza makes a difference, but try to keep different people in shared fear or collective singing, then the stuffing will fall, and you will discover that the dough is the same. In this novel, Omar Taher discovers the joy of using food and aroma to write a story of an ordinary man's life. Adolescence, love, exile, loneliness, marriage, friends, success, and failure… there is always a taste and smell, as the protagonist narrates.