Zhour means “flowers” in Arabic — but this rug is more than a bouquet. It’s a wild, sacred garden. Handwoven at dusk by Jamila in the oasis village of Figuig, each color and shape in Zhour tells a different part of her story: the green of palm trees, the pink of almond blossoms, the red of henna ceremonies, the blue of riverbeds.
There’s no fixed pattern here, only feeling. Each diamond floats like a blessing. Each wave curves like wind in the desert. Zhour is a dance between memory and earth — woven for the bold and the poetic.
