"The threads of our ancestors' looms still weave
In the fabrics of our present, a tale to conceive
The first tailors, masters of the needle's might
Wove garments that shone like the sun's golden light

Their scissors cut like the wind, swift and true
As they stitched the stories of our culture anew
Their fabrics danced like the rivers, flowing free
Adorned with patterns that spoke of our history

They wove the tales of our forefathers' bravery
Into the very fabric of our identity
Their looms sang songs of our mothers' grace
As they crafted garments that told our story in every place

Today, their legacy lives on, a torch passed down
To designers who wear the...