Gifts That Found Me — A Black Scarf & A Pair of Sandals

Lately, I’ve been genuinely grateful for two additions to my wardrobe — both of them gifts, and both of them carrying more meaning than I expected.

The first is a black wool scarf from my fiancée.

Originally, I was planning to get something in charcoal grey — aiming for maximum versatility. But while we were casually talking about scarves (she was already ordering one for herself), she mentioned she had a black wool scarf she never wore because it felt a bit too “masculine” for her.

And honestly, the more I thought about it, the more I realized black might actually be more versatile than charcoal — especially for the slightly more formal direction I’ve been moving toward. It pairs beautifully with tailored pieces and feels sharper when dressed up.

Long story short, she gave it to me as a gift since she never wore it — and we were both genuinely happy with that decision.

It’s made in Turkey, a wool blend with acrylic, and most importantly, it’s not scratchy at all (which is a deal-breaker for me). It drapes well, looks clean, and fits naturally into my wardrobe. A small piece, but one that feels very intentional.

The second piece is more traditional — a refined pair of sandals from my father.

They were originally his. He liked them so much, but hadn’t tried them on properly, and they ended up being slightly small for him. One day, on our way to the mosque, he told me they would look much better on me — and he was right.

They’re beautifully constructed: crocodile-pattern leather mixed with genuine leather and a subtle touch of suede. It’s a thoughtful blend of textures that elevates them beyond everyday sandals.

I don’t see them as beachwear or casual throw-ons. For me, they’re more appropriate for religious settings — especially for prayer — and perhaps occasionally for relaxed outings to a nearby café.

Right now, since I don’t own any thobes yet, I’ve been pairing them with sweatpants and hoodies or sweatshirts — what I usually wear to the mosque. But I’m planning to invest in a few thobes soon to embrace the traditional direction these sandals invite fully.

There’s something special about pieces that come from people you love. They carry intention, memory, and presence.

These two additions weren’t just items — they were gestures. And that makes them part of something bigger than style.

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