Khwab o Ta‘beer (خواب و تعبیر) | Stole

For Those Who Live Between What Is Dreamt and What Is Understood.

This stole carries the weight of a life lived in two movements.

Crafted in velvet, it drapes with a quiet richness — deep, steady, and contemplative. The fabric holds warmth and gravity, settling close rather than floating free, much like time itself as it moves from imagination into meaning. This is a piece that does not rush; it stays.

The design draws from restrained geometry and archival sensibilities. The written word moves across the stole not as ornament, but as thought — deliberate, inward, and continuous. The velvet surface absorbs light softly, allowing the verse to feel intimate, almost private, like something read late and remembered longer.

This piece is for those who recognise that life is not lived in one state alone — it unfolds between what we dream and what those dreams become.

Poetry Written:

do zamanon mein musalsal hai hamari zindagi

ek zamana khwab ka, doosra ta‘beer ka

— Obaidullah Aleem

Product Details:

1. Material: Velvet — soft, rich, and substantial in feel
2. Length: 2 meters — refined and elegant for structured draping
3. Feel: Warm, smooth, and composed against the skin
4. Design: Inspired by private manuscripts, classical restraint, and modern Urdu thought

Care Instructions:

1. Dry clean recommended to preserve texture and depth
2. If washing at home, use cold water on a gentle cycle
3. Avoid wringing or twisting
4. Dry flat in shade
5. Steam lightly or iron on low heat from the reverse side
6. Store folded in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight

Why We Created This

This stole was created as a reflection on continuity.

Obaidullah Aleem’s verse reminds us that life does not exist in a single moment. It moves between desire and understanding, hope and interpretation. Velvet was chosen intentionally — to give weight to that passage, to hold both softness and permanence at once.

Through Khwab o Ta‘beer, we wanted to honour the quiet truth that living is a dialogue between what we imagine and what we come to know.

This is not just a stole.

It is a life lived in two times.