A Chinese filmmaker congratulates an Iranian cleric who has just finished speaking on the meaning of Happiness, in fluent Mandarin. Boy in [apparent] Italian sweatshirt looks on. Scene captured by an American photographer. How’s that for Kumbaya?
"The meaning of happiness is different for everyone. Though the happiness is the same, the paths to that happiness are many. Even within monotheism, even within Islam, there are many different paths. Outside of monotheism, those paths increase exponentially." (His answer, translated back into Farsi, then into English.)
"When I was 18 I thought I would grow up and just ride horses in Karachi. I’m not joking. Instead, I became a photographer and found myself covering mostly crime scenes and conflict zones for newspaper."
"Sounds interesting- what’s it like?"
"It was great but I gave it up."
"What made you do that?"
"Well, a year or so ago I was sitting at this cafe when I heard a gun shot. Though such sounds are common in Karachi and we don’t think much of it because many times it is not a gun shot, my instincts told me this was something real and not good. I saw a man had been shot in the chest. He was flat on the floor in such an animated position I immediately dropped to the ground and placed both hands on his chest to control the bleeding and tried to engage him in small talk.
I’ve been on many crime scenes before and been shot at twice on the field and seen dead bodies but this was different. This was surreal maybe because I was directly involved. People were staring at us and all the crime scenes all the running away from shootings everything suddenly flashed before me in that moment.
The man survived but I couldn’t go back to photographing like before. The whole meaning of “Karachi hai yaar - yahan sub chalta hai” changes when you go through something like that. But you know what? I still love it here.”
"That is intense. What are you up to these days?"
"These days I’m taking classes at an institute and will soon be a certified psychotherapist."
Two set of kids, two different set of stories.
“The Child Who Was Never Born”
sculptor: Martin Hudáčeka
Love of the two brothers
- Baynul Harmain.
This simple picture represents our true Syria. The land of peace. May God protect our country.