Sara Ahmed, Egyptian Streets

To Egypt with love, a literary Jewish memento of a by(going) era

Bowell’s biography was not intended as one. Indeed, what was meant to be a recipe book passed down to her grandchild became a journey down memory lane, with recollections of her journey to the UK.

In her simple but lovely memoir, Bowell starts with introducing us to her family origins and the origins of many Egyptian Jews, a blend of Sephardi and Mizrahi. This book is an excellent introduction to anyone who wants to glimpse at a time Egypt’s communities were coexisting and thriving, as well as understanding the Egyptian Jewish genealogy.

Generally, there are usually various elements that are lacking in books that tackle Jewish culture in Egypt, namely the cuisine and the celebrations of religious festivals, which richly stand out in ‘From Egypt with love. With a love for cuisine that seeps out from the pages, the reader is invited to explore Judeo Egyptian cooking, largely inspired by Tunisian, Spanish, Moroccan, among others.

Bowell is a phenomenal writer. Her style is no-nonsense, but it is still poetic. It feels like sitting with an old friend who has a charming, but meaningful story to tell. She is, above all, an honest writer, in the candid manner in which she captures simplicity and complexity, never amplifying either.

True to its multifaceted purpose, the book is also constantly heart-aching and never fails to highlight the second tragedy of the exodus from Egypt: familial separation. Distant relatives ended up moving to various locations: kibbutz in Israel, London, Paris, and the US. It thus captures the unfurling of the Jewish diaspora before our very own eyes.

The book’s story is straightforward, with a strong focus on the documentation aspect that Bowell initially started with. Yet, little by little, Bowell revisits each aspect of her past as well as relationships with her family.

In the midst of capturing the exodus that she, and many like her went through, Bowell also manages to openly reflect on the cracks of her upbringing, namely her parents’ difficult marriage. She humbly admits that her parents’ upbringing of her was faulty, yet she does not deny them the humanity of their error.

There is more to explore in the book, such as her attempts to explore and reconnect with the Egypt that she had once known, and even venture into her familial home, now occupied. Yet it would be harsh to rob any reader the chance to learn more for themselves.

This may be Bowell’s own story, but, in a sense, this is also the story of thousands of Jews who had lived in Egypt. They may not be dwelling amongst us any more, but their stories still do.