In Sejnane, pottery isn’t made with machines. It’s shaped by hand, in the courtyard, by a woman who learned from her mother. The forms aren’t perfect, but they carry something real.

This is for the Tunisian diaspora; the ones who left, the ones who stayed, and the invisible thread that ties them together.

Handmade Tunisian crafts: why settle for mass-produced when you can own artistry shaped by history? We’re breaking it down.

Shakshouka began in Tunisia, not Tel Aviv or Istanbul. Before it became a global brunch trend, it was a humble North African dish cooked in olive oil, tomatoes, and harissa. This story sets the record straight; calmly, and with pride.