You asked me when I first fell in love with your cakes. The truth is, it wasn’t just a flavor or a frosting that made me fall in love, it was a moment. A memory. A miracle. My son Saleh was born at just 26 weeks, far too early, and spent the first eight months of his life in the NICU. Those were the hardest days I’ve ever known. He faced multiple surgeries, endless machines, and could only be fed through a tube because of his medical complications. As his mother and a pediatric nurse, I felt helpless. I grieved the moments we couldn’t share especially something as simple as feeding him or letting him taste the world. During that painful chapter, I found a small slice of comfort, your Mom’s Chocolate Cake. I don’t know if I can explain it, but it became more than dessert. It was a little joy I held onto during the darkest moments. When I ate it, I dreamed of the day I’d share it with my baby. It became a symbol of hope, of the day he would be well enough to taste something sweet. That day came on his first birthday! I brought home my favorite cake and place it gently in front of Saleh. I held my breath. After eight months of feeding tubes, this was his first real tasate. He took a bite... and smiled.
I'll never forget that moment. That smile was everything I had prayed for. It wasn't just chocolate on his lips and hands, but it was a victory. A celebration of resilience. A mother's love. A baby's strength.
Now, as Saleh turns 2 this July, we've made your Mom's Chocolate Cake a birthday tradition, and for every occasion (even if it's a small celebration.) Every year, it will be the sweet reminder of how far he's come. It's our symbol of healing, joy, and survival.
Thank you for being part of our story. Your cake was more than just delicious it was a lifeline, a light, and now, a year celebration of life.
With love and gratitude. - Nurah H.