Olive oil is Biddya's lifeblood.
A village in Palestine, Biddya is surrounded by thousands of acres of olive groves, many of which have been owned and managed by my family for hundreds of years.
Inspiration
It finally clicked when mom gave me the call. "Why don't you come to the olive harvest while I'm visiting" she nudged. "The crop looks amazing this year." I had been planning to take sabbatical for over a year but hadn't pulled the trigger. Mom in Palestine during a peak olive harvest? Say no more. I had the signals I needed to make the call.
Tradition
I joined cousins Furat and Oday as well as full time falaheen (farm laborers) Hassan and Abu-Mou'ad for a traditional harvest. On a warm sunny day we hand plucked olives, taking breaks to nosh on wood-fired shakshuka, and sip round after round of coffee and tea.
A dream became reality. The only entertainment coming from our labor, lighthearted conversation, and Abu-Mou'ads freestyle poetry, I felt transported to an analog era. To the time of my grandparents and those who came before them.