A passenger in love
I grew up with a country I knew only in fragments — scraps of stories, photographs, family nostalgia. To know it truly, I had to see past the clichés that filled my childhood gaze, the same received ideas that so often decorate the imagination when one tries to picture the Persia of old.
That late encounter was sumptuous, spellbinding. It had everything to feed the hunger of someone who had grown up uprooted. But wonder is the passenger's pleasure, and I no longer wanted merely to pass through: I wanted to take root. That is when I found what was missing — the need for a bond that holds. And it is precisely that absence which led me to Majnoon.
Majnoon is the name given to a legendary lover who became “the madman”, the one the Djinns had touched. Mad with love, mad for Leili. His passion, painful and without measure, condemns him to wandering: he takes to the desert, where his solitary flame becomes his only dwelling.
It was in that same desert, in central Iran, in a village called Senejan, that I first met the artisans, and their gesture.
I knew, in that moment, that I had found what I was looking for — not an object, but a way of taking root. A shoe to walk in, made for the traveller; a shoe for Majnoon, for a passenger in love.
Danial MazinaniFounder of MAJNOON



































