It all started on a warm night in Damascus. I was wandering through the old streets when I first met Mimi. She was in her family’s courtyard, rolling dough for pastries and laughing with her sisters. Something about her stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t just how beautiful she was—it was her energy, like she could light up a whole room without even trying.
 

We hit it off right away. She’d tease me about how much I loved her cooking, and I’d tell her she was the best thing that ever happened to me. We spent years building a life together in Damascus, surrounded by the people and traditions we loved. But when things started to change around us, we knew we had to make a hard decision—for our family, for our future.
 

In 2013, we packed up our lives, grabbed our two kids, and left everything behind to come to America. It wasn’t easy. Starting over in Los Angeles felt like being dropped into a whole new world. But little by little, we found our way. And as much as we missed Syria—the sounds, the smells, the food—we also felt this pull to share it with the people around us.
 

One night, sitting at our tiny kitchen table, Mimi said, “What if we could bring a piece of home here? Not just for us, but for everyone?”
 

That’s how The Moon was born. We named it after Mimi because, to me, she’s always been like the moon—steady, warm, and always shining, even in the darkest times. From day one, our goal was to create a place where people could feel what we felt back in Damascus: connection, comfort, and love, all wrapped up in the food we grew up with.
 

Every dish we serve has a story. The za’atar? Mimi mixes it by hand, just like her mom used to. The pastries? Made fresh every morning, with recipes passed down for generations. And the other items in our shop? We bring them straight from our hometown, so every bite has that same magic we grew up with.
 

At first, we didn’t know if people would get it. But then they started coming back—not just for the food, but for the feeling. “This reminds me of my grandmother’s cooking,” one customer said. Another told us, “I’ve never been to Syria, but now I feel like I’ve tasted a little piece of it.”
 

Hearing things like that makes all the hard work worth it. It’s more than just running a shop—it’s about sharing a piece of who we are. When people walk through our doors, we want them to feel like family. We want them to taste the love and tradition that shaped us.
 

So that’s our story. We started with a dream, a few recipes, and a lot of heart. And now, we get to share it with you. Whether you’re here for a cup of coffee, a bite of baklava, or just to say hi, we’re glad you’re part of this journey with us. Welcome to The Moon.