There's a particular kind of joy in being handed a lifafa. And what's a celebration without one really? It's technically tiny, a folded rectangle you might not bother about on any other day. But as the season to celebrate rolls in, the lifafa takes on a life of itself - slipped across a table or pressed into your palm with a quiet word. It always holds more than its size lets on. A way of passing on love when words aren't enough. Lifafa is named for that feeling. For giving, for festive days that blend into each other, and for the small joy of something that looks like nothing and holds so much.