So You Typed MyChakchouka. Let’s Not Waste That.

Just one word — mychakchouka — dropped into a search bar.

And now you’re here. So let’s not waste that.

This is a system.

Built in Tunisia.

Held by people who’ve watched the world decorate itself with their work, and then forget their names.

So we built a new structure.

Where nothing moves unless it’s fair.

Where every object online is still warm from the hands that shaped it.

Where the rhythm stays intact, even as it crosses borders.

Why this name?

We didn’t spend weeks in a marketing workshop.

We said chakchouka because it made sense.

A slow, hot dish. A mixture that holds.

A word that already knows how to travel.

Then we added my, to carry it.

Online, it merged. MyChakchouka.

And somehow, that spelling stuck.

Fine. We’ll use it.

You’ve stepped in. Welcome.

You didn’t land here by accident.

You're here because something about this feels different.

You’re right.

We don’t sell anything we haven’t touched.

We don’t upload products by the dozen.

We don’t work with people who flatten meaning.

The photos are real. The people are named. The rhythm is Tunisian.

You can keep going

→ Start with the Creations

→ Read the System

→ Follow the Rhythm

Or close the tab. That’s fine too.

But if you ever type mychakchouka again, you’ll land here.

And the doorway will still open to Tunisia.