Ever since I was a child, I used to watch my mother knit the wool, gather it into a bundle, and begin weaving the rug, little by little. I would sit next to her and observe how each stitch had a meaning and a story to tell. At the time, I didn't understand why she worked so long, but with time, I came to understand.
As I grew older, I chose a different path away from the craft, but that longing for the smell of wool, the strong colors, and the profound symbols never left me. Until one day, I found myself in a market.And I watched a carpet that took me back in time… I felt something saying, “This is your place.”
I went back to the beginning. I learned from the masters, asked them, took my time, and opened my own workshop. Today, every carpet we make is not just a product, but a story… a story from my childhood, from our heritage, and from my love for this art that time cannot destroy.
As I grew older, I chose a different path away from the craft, but that longing for the smell of wool, the strong colors, and the profound symbols never left me. Until one day, I found myself in a market.And I watched a carpet that took me back in time… I felt something saying, “This is your place.”
I went back to the beginning. I learned from the masters, asked them, took my time, and opened my own workshop. Today, every carpet we make is not just a product, but a story… a story from my childhood, from our heritage, and from my love for this art that time cannot destroy.