Find Me at the Jaffa Gate is a tender, absorbing family memoir about Palestinian diaspora, living across three continents, keeping traditions alive even as they lose home and history. At the centre of this book is a journey the author took to Jerusalem to visit the family home her grandfather built, a home that has loomed large in the collective memory. It’s a generative offering, a work that brings together people, stories and ideas. It consists of 48 entries symbolising the 1948 Nakba that displaced the author’s family and eventually led them to Melbourne. Sahhar writes lyrically and surprisingly, capturing many voices and characters across history and place. Real people are summoned warmly in these pages, from the author’s relationship with her father, to a friendship with the late historian Patrick Wolfe. Rarely heavy-hearted, the memoir is filled with wry humour and sharp observation. Through the inclusion of photographs, family narrative and personal political history, Sahhar offers tender portraits of resistance, which flow into a thoughtful exploration of living on Aboriginal land as an Australian-Palestinian. The book is a lyrical lament on loss and ritual, and the recovery of meaning. ‘Look here, I have built our beautiful home out of words,’ Sahhar writes. A rousing achievement.