An American dream, one meal at a time
An American flag hung on the pole outside the front door and another waved in the window of the restaurant he has owned for almost 20 years.
It was every bit the American dream so many immigrants imagine when they come to the United States.
But for Natour, that dream started as a nightmare.
Fleeing to freedom
Natour still can remember the house shaking.
In 1960’s, Palestine, the 5-year-old Natour would run around as gleefully as any other child.
But at a moment’s notice, he would have to stop in his tracks and duck under the kitchen table as bombs dropped nearby.
“There was always bombing around there,” he said. “You kind of get used to it,
you know? They don’t give you a warning. So when I was running around, my mom would tell me to go under the table.”
