One human Interest Story

Me and My grandma

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   Personally, I chose to do the sambusa because I was tired of hearing people mix Sambusa(Somali dish) and Samosa(Indian dish).
Not only that but during the time of Rammadan (Where you don't eat during the day and then you eat when the sun sets) during the day, my grandma and I would make Sambusas together. Before that, my grandma and I weren't very close. When I as young, I lived in residential housing in Bayshore. In the apartment it was just me and my mom. My grandma only came to Canada from Djibouti in 2006 so I didn't really know her and I was kind of scared of her. I had pretty much continued to be scared of her until one summer my mom told me that I should go help my grandma make these weird triangle shaped things. when I got there she showed me how to make the Sambusas! You basically just fold the corners of the dough into a triangle and you keep moving upwards until you've folded all the dough.
After that day me and my grandma gradually started getting closer and closer and closer. Now almost every time of Rammadan I go and I help my grandmother make sambusas.
It's funny how much food can bring peoples together no?