My story

My name is Hamoon, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve carried one quiet but persistent dream in my heart: to open a coffee shop that feels like home.

A place not just to sip coffee, but to create memories! A space where strangers become friends, where stories are shared, and where community takes root.

This dream was born in the warm southern port city of Bandar Mahshahr, Iran, where I grew up. I used to imagine a little café filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, music in the background, and laughter at every table, a place where I could serve people with love, one sip at a time.

When I was 18, my mom gave me a life-changing choice: “I can help you study abroad, or I can help you open your coffee shop here.”

I chose to follow the longer path which was to come to Canada and build a life with the hope that, one day, that dream café would find its place here instead.

Seven years followed, filled with the struggles that many new immigrants understand: starting over, navigating a new culture, and building a life from scratch.

But I never let go of the vision. I worked in coffee shops and hospitality, learning the ropes and gaining the experience I needed to one day bring my dream to life.

With all that love in my heart and a lot of excitement and fear, in August 2025, Roozamoon was born.

I began building the space with my own hands with friends, sanding, painting, assembling furniture, and shaping every detail with love and intention.

I wanted to create something bigger than a coffee shop: a haven for creatives, newcomers, artists, dreamers, and anyone looking for connection.

The name “Roozamoon” means “Our Days,” because I believe in making memories together. At its heart, Roozamoon is the realization of a dream I’ve carried since I was young, a place where people can share their days, their stories, their creativity, and simply feel at home.