“She browsed over the kitchen counter. A cup of black lentils, three fried onions, a cup of noodles, a handful of spaghettis, some tomato sauce, and the garlic was waiting
on the plate to be chopped soon. If she was not mistaken,
everything was ready. Only she needed to boil the rice and she prayed at last she could make right. It was the first time she was preparing Koshari and she was sure it would not be like the Egyptian one, but at least she would try to make it as tasteful as possible to surprise her husband that night.”.