Sabz Daftar (سبز دفتر)

 This isn’t just a t-shirt, it’s something you’d find in an old drawer at your nani’s house. Green like worn out registers. Printed with stamps, buildings, and places we don’t talk about enough. The kind of shirt that makes you pause, trace the patterns, try to read the faded words. Maybe it reminds you of handwritten letters. Maybe it doesn’t. But it holds a kind of silence. A kind of weight and it wears that weight lightly.