everything that happens has happened before.

The season has changed. I feel the sun on my skin. Crickets sound in the dull of the night. The sky is clear. Iced cold water in my hand. Logical consistencies are in the air. Soapboxes are available. Let’s preach to the choir. Sounds of train passing in the distance. Flowers blossom and birds chirp. Waking up is a beauty. Unrestrained beauty. And I notice a smile on my face. Deep breaths. There is an excitement in the moment.

An Offer that Could Not be Refused.

(mera dil, mera life, mera identity, silver gelatin print 2004)
Photo:
Ameena Mohyuddin
Lahore
Digital Output, 2005

masqueraded desires. fulfilling prophecies. and wildfires. these motorized sentiments. the paranoia of freedom. fabricated consistencies. and logistic needs. a forced transaction. and suspended traditions. this memorized corruption. gut feelings of denial. and appropriations of emotional baggage.

The Story of Pakistan, its struggle and its achievement, is the very story of great human ideals, struggling to survive in the face of odds and difficulties... -Jinnah (Chittagong, March 1948)

May Allah bless Pakistan & its people...