I walked down a makeshift wedding aisle surrounded by massive, ancient Oak trees in New Orleans holding my father’s arm - his shoulders draped with a keffiyeh.
Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts with me, Zefan. I'm so happy to have found you here. On another note about keffiyehs from Jordan. I had a beautiful multi-colored one that my sister gifted me that I lost one year at Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Agh I still get so sad when I think about it! Smh.
Thanks for sharing this beautiful history. I don’t have the same connection to the keffiyeh, but I understand the shift — I bought one years ago on a trip to Jordan and continue to wear it, but the reasons I do so now are different.
Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts with me, Zefan. I'm so happy to have found you here. On another note about keffiyehs from Jordan. I had a beautiful multi-colored one that my sister gifted me that I lost one year at Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Agh I still get so sad when I think about it! Smh.
Thanks for sharing this beautiful history. I don’t have the same connection to the keffiyeh, but I understand the shift — I bought one years ago on a trip to Jordan and continue to wear it, but the reasons I do so now are different.