Our Movement

I remember the smell of my father’s old camel wool patu as he’d wrap it around us at bedtime, its musky scent enveloping us both as his soft voice would tell stories of home. Every night he’d tell a different story, drawing on memories and histories that had been passed down for generations. He would fondly recall a childhood of flying kites through the streets of Kabul, the sky alive with vibrant colors. His eyes would shine bright as he remembered the taste of kabobs fresh from street vendors and ripe fruit grown around the country—oranges from Jalalabad and pomegranates from Qandahar. Through my father’s stories, I fell in love with a place I had never been to and with people I had never met.

KHAN was founded to pay homage to these stories, retelling through streetwear the glimpses of Afghanistan that our families thought important enough to pass down.