چرخ خیاطی: از افغانستان جنگ‌زده تا شوهای باشکوه مد فارسی 1404

"The minute the machine was put back into service at home, it became the object of my desire. From morning to night, I saw nothing but it, I thought only of it. It attracted me like a magnet. I had only one desire: to be like Dad." Sami Nouri was five years old when he and his family had to flee Afghanistan and the Taliban regime. First to Iran, then to Europe and France, in appalling conditions. Behind him, he left the sewing machine, this object of fascination that ensured their survival, and on which his father taught him the trade. Arriving alone in France at fourteen, not speaking a word of the language, he was moved from home to home, lost in a world he knew nothing about. Sami clung to the memory of his machine. Without it, he knew nothing. Until the day his talent as a seamstress was discovered. Thus began the adventure that would take him to the most prestigious haute couture houses. But he never forgot his first machine.