"The stitching alone is poetry. I haven't put my sling down since it arrived in Cairo wrapped in cotton."



OUR STORY
She stretched across the sky., arms wide, cradling the stars. for thousands of years, she held the word together. her name was NŨT, the goddess of the sky





We walked through our heritage and felt that something was slipping. Our art was slowly dissolving with time.




As we ran our finger through our lost art, we realized that if no one does something, this dies with the generation that remembers it





So we did something.




Join us in preserving our heritage and continuing our legacy.


NUT
The past in the present.
By the numbers
A tree slower than a generation. A craft older than the page.
- 0yrsTo first harvest
- 0yrsOf regrowth
- 0%Handmade in Cairo
- 0Sisters at the helm
THE PAST IN THE PRESENTCAIRO · HANDMADEPHARAONIC PROPORTIONISLAMIC GEOMETRYCOPTIC SOUL
THE PAST IN THE PRESENTCAIRO · HANDMADEPHARAONIC PROPORTIONISLAMIC GEOMETRYCOPTIC SOUL
THE PAST IN THE PRESENTCAIRO · HANDMADEPHARAONIC PROPORTIONISLAMIC GEOMETRYCOPTIC SOUL
THE PAST IN THE PRESENTCAIRO · HANDMADEPHARAONIC PROPORTIONISLAMIC GEOMETRYCOPTIC SOUL
III · The Signature
A 360 view of every piece
KHAYAMIYA
The Khayamiya Tote
4,900 EGP
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Because some things are too beautiful to let die.

Letters from the workshop

