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Where the Story Begins

Yalla Balcony is a balcony on a warm, loud, diaspora home. Here's what that means.
I grew up in a house with a balcony, in Palestine.

The chair out there wasn't for guests — guests sat inside. It was for family, and for the friends who'd turned into family. From that seat you could see the garden below, the market two streets down, and every neighbour coming and going. On Fridays you could hear the market before you could see it.

That's the balcony. Behind it is the house — and you can't really have one without the other.

The house isn't an address. It's a set of manners. The door opens without an appointment. You will be fed, and refusing isn't accepted. Nobody leaves quickly. Everyone's business is shared business. The volume is high, people say exactly what they think, and being teased is how you know you're in.

Because it's conduct rather than a place, it travels. It survives the move — that's the diaspora part, and it's why the same drawing of a fruit market can land harder three thousand miles from where it was drawn.

What we draw

What the balcony sees — the fruit piles, the garden, the Friday market, the tiled floor under everyone's feet, the neighbour's laundry, the street cat who inspects everyone and acknowledges no one.

What the balcony feels — the light at seven in the evening, coffee at the right temperature, the hour when everyone's fed, nobody has anywhere to be, and the guard comes down.

What the balcony says — what people actually say once the polite version is switched off.

Then it goes on a t-shirt.

Almost everyone has a version of this house — a grandmother who fed everyone, a kitchen nobody left, an aunt with opinions. It turns up in Arab, Greek, Turkish, Persian, South Asian, Latin, Caribbean and Filipino families, and in plenty of families with no immigration story at all. The rituals differ. The structure doesn't.

If you grew up in it, you'll know it on sight. If you didn't, you're welcome to borrow ours.

Yalla — come sit with us.

Saleem

Yalla Balcony (formerly Watermello).

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