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Souk El Tayeb

Beirut Souks، Bayrut, Lebanon
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Kamal Mouzawak’s Beirut, Lebanon Bayrut  Lebanon
Souk el Tayeb, Beirut, Lebanon Bayrut  Lebanon
Kamal Mouzawak’s Beirut, Lebanon Bayrut  Lebanon
Souk el Tayeb, Beirut, Lebanon Bayrut  Lebanon

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Kamal Mouzawak’s Beirut, Lebanon

Name: Kamal Mouzawak
Age: 41
Where he lives: Beirut, Lebanon
Occupation: Creator of Souk el Tayeb, the first farmers’ market in downtown Beirut. Kamal is also the founder of Tawlét (the name comes from the Arabic word for table), a cooperative restaurant in the city’s Mar Mikhael district, where each day a guest chef from a different region of the country dishes up authentic Lebanese cuisine.

This story appeared in the March/April 2011 issue. Beirut is a sexy place right now. People are talking about it; the New York Times named it one of the world’s top places to visit in 2009. For me, it’s home. It’s where I live, and I feel a responsibility to my community here. The city is a paradox, a schizophrenic place with different layers. Lebanon is a unique country in that there is no majority group, so the concept of “other” has no context here. There is no minority. We are East, West, Christian, Muslim, rural, city. We speak Arabic, French, and English. On the street, you can see a woman in a chador [head covering] or a woman in a bikini. Both have a right to coexist here. Our challenge is how to live together. I live in Gemmayzeh, a neighborhood that borders the Central District. Gemmayzeh was devastated during the civil war [1975–1990] and reconstructed afterwards. It’s near the area known as the Green Line, which used to be a no-man’s land of shrubs and trees that separated Christian East Beirut from Muslim West Beirut. It was a very segregated city, totally different worlds, and each group was afraid to go to the other part of town. Today, the Green Line is gone. The Central District is home to some of the most expensive real estate in the city, full of fancy new buildings, high-end boutiques, and lavish apartments, as well as restored mosques, synagogues, and churches. Then there’s a more casual, everyday, outdoor café culture, and another layer, near the Mar Mikhael district, where you find car repair shops, appliance stores, and Tawlét, our cooperative restaurant, behind some buildings bearing bullet marks. This area was one of the closest to the front lines; when we came here, we had to take war-damaged cars out of the building. I grew up with the war going on around me. As an adult, I wanted to do something that celebrated our similarities rather than focused on our differences. In a country as divided and diverse as Lebanon, I wanted to find common ground between communities by bringing them together at the table. Food is our shared identity. Muslims, Christians, and Druze eat the same food. The only differences are regional. I was raised Maronite Catholic; for Easter, we eat a buttery cookie stuffed with dates, pistachios, or walnuts called a mamoul. Sunnis and Shiites eat the same cookie for a different celebration, Eid-al-Adha, a feast that marks the end of the annual pilgrimage to Mecca. We sell them at Souk el Tayeb, our downtown farmers’ market. My grandfather and uncles farmed; they grew vegetables, fruits, and herbs. So I knew there were small-scale producers growing and making traditional food without anywhere to sell it in the city. I wanted to preserve rural agricultural traditions and bring them to the city. That was the idea behind Souk el Tayeb. I spend a lot of time meeting and eating with people from Lebanon and all over the world. Though there is no shortage of nightlife here, I often work late and don’t go out much. I enjoy having a drink at sunset by the Mediterranean Sea. Why not?

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almost 8 years ago

Souk el Tayeb, Beirut, Lebanon

"The waterfront, where the market is held, used to be an area where people threw their garbage. Now it’s a place that promotes producers who farm in traditional ways and preserve artisanal culinary methods. When you visit, don’t miss the manouche [flatbread] made by Oum Ali, or Rima Massoud’s purslane pie. Vendors also sell honey, wild herbs, rare vegetables, pickles, preserves, olive oil, and flowers." Parking lot at the entrance to Beirut International Exhibition & Leisure Center (BIEL) Saturdays, 9 a.m.–2 p.m. soukeltayeb.com. —Kamal Mouzawak This story appeared in the March/April 2011 issue.