There’s a taste that feels like home, childhood, the warmth of family. You won’t find it anywhere else. It belongs only to Misyaf—a village nestled in Syria’s mountains—where fig trees have stood for generations, their branches heavy with golden fruit.

Every summer, as the trees ripened under the Syrian sun, our grandfather took us to handpick the sweetest figs, our fingers sticky with nectar as we filled our baskets. But the real magic happened afterward—when the village women, our grandmother among them, gathered to steam the figs, preserving their richness. The air filled with their caramelized aroma, a sign of the goodness to come. Weeks later, our home would be filled with boxes of تين هبول, ready to be savored until the next harvest.

For our family, this tradition became more than a seasonal treat—it became an act of love. Even after moving away, every fig season, we sent out hundreds of boxes as gifts. By September, the calls would start coming in: “Where are the figs this year?” That’s when we realized—this wasn’t just a family favorite, people truly craved it too!

So, we decided to bring تين هبول beyond Misyaf, to a place where cultures meet and flavors evolve: Dubai, our second home. Our family passion became a small business, lovingly run by all of us—parents, siblings, and cousins.

We source our figs from Misyaf and, inspired by Dubai’s spirit of reinvention, reimagine تين هبول for a modern world. A folkloric delicacy, transformed into a gourmet experience.

For us, this is a labor of love, a way to show people what real, authentic, Misyaf-made goodness is all about.

Welcome to Misyaf, from our village to the world.