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Posters of Hamas fighters and other militants paper an old stone alley in Nablus. Outside his shop, a baker cuts squares of pastry from a wide circular pan.
The flat, crumbly pastry is golden yellow in spots, toasted brown in others. Each slice with the spatula reveals a layer of soft, white cheese underneath. A light syrup drips from each piece as he slides it onto a plate. Somehow, the old hajji manages to keep his long, beige shirt clean.
This is kanafeh. In the West Bank city of Nablus, kanafeh is an institution.
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