Book Launch / Signing a Huge Success
On the third day of Eid 2026, I had the honor of launching my memoir, Where the Mountains Raised Me, at the Turkish American Society of Chicago in Mt. Prospect, Illinois. It was more than a book signing — it felt like a moment that was truly meant to happen. Allah ordained it in the most beautiful way.
The timing could not have been more perfect. A Pomak Eid celebration was already taking place at the center, which meant I was surrounded by my own community while launching a book that tells the story of my Pomak father, my family’s journey, and the generations that shaped who I am. Standing there with my book in my hands, in the presence of people who shared the same cultural roots and memories, felt deeply meaningful.
People were incredibly kind and welcoming. Many stopped to talk, ask questions, and share stories. Some even remembered my father, which touched me in ways I cannot fully describe. Hearing his name, seeing the recognition in people’s faces, and knowing that his story lives on through this memoir made the experience even more emotional and special. Books were purchased, conversations were shared, and connections were made — and every moment felt sincere and heartfelt.
Having family present made the day even more beautiful. There was something powerful about being surrounded by loved ones while celebrating a story rooted in heritage, faith, and resilience. The setting itself added to the experience — the Ottoman-style backdrop of the Turkish center, with its beautiful decorative panels and warm atmosphere, created a peaceful and culturally rich environment that perfectly reflected the spirit of the book.
And of course, there was the food — one of the most joyful parts of any Balkan and Turkish gathering. Tables were filled with traditional dishes lovingly prepared by the community: banitsa, cevapcici, lamb, lamb with rice, baklava, yogurt, tarator, and an assortment of sweets. The smell of home-cooked food, the sound of laughter, and the feeling of togetherness made the entire event feel like a true Eid celebration of culture, memory, and gratitude.
More than anything, I left the event feeling overjoyed and thankful. This was not just a book launch; it was a moment of belonging. To launch a memoir about my Pomak father and my family’s journey in the presence of the very community that shaped us felt like a full circle moment. It was a reminder that stories matter, heritage matters, and community matters.
Alhamdulillah for this beautiful beginning. I pray that Where the Mountains Raised Me continues to reach the hearts of readers and helps preserve the stories of our people, our history, and our resilience for generations to come.
