My Algerian grandmother (Mani) died during Ramadan on the night of Laylat al-Qadr – a timing believed to send her straight to heaven. It was also during the pandemic, leaving me unable to visit and grieve. In my restlessness I began making her favourite dishes, culminating in a meal at Eid El Fitr. In a piece for Lucy Writers, I remember what we shared and I learnt from her, despite not being able to speak the same language.
Me and Mani in Algeria
Allah yarhamu Mani