Nยบ1. Where it Began
A mother, a footballer, a family, a quiet promise.
RAYA was born in a home where food was always made from scratch โ no shortcuts, no packets, nothing the body couldnโt recognise.
When the familyโs youngest, a professional footballer, moved abroad to train, the question wasnโt just what will fuel him, but what will hold him. What will stay with him when heโs tired, when heโs far, when he needs home in his body?
So a mother did what she always had: made food that was real. With grains she trusted. Oils pressed freshly. Sweetness from dates and cane sugar โ
never from anything refined.
A sister, watching it unfold, saw something larger taking shape. What emerged wasnโt just a product. It was a way. A return.
A father, steady in the background, offered both momentum and space โ the kind of support that asks for nothing in return, but makes everything possible.
One of them gave it form.
Another gave it momentum.
All of them held it, together.