What is Zafranistan?

Hey readers. Have you ever thought of knowing food through a Story series?
Come on board with us to know food stories through the life journey of a little girl, Zafran. Know her struggles, adventures, insights & life encounters with us. Will she be able to find her soul food? Will she be able to break the stereotypes? Find out with us. 

This isn't just a story. 
What do you learn? 
You learn new homely recipes, cultures, references from the series. 


Zafran and her world: Zafranistan will come every week with short stories as episodes to teach you something different everytime. Join us aboard. 

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