29 July 2013 @ 3:54 AM

East Java, Indonesia

12 months ago
16 July 2013 @ 1:50 PM
1 year ago
9 July 2013 @ 6:45 PM
“Don’t let this Ramadan be just a holiday of rituals. Don’t finish reading the Quran without it transforming you. Don’t feed your body at suhoor, but starve your heart of Qiyam. Don’t reduce this downpour of mercy to just a month of sweets and lavish iftars. Seek Him, you will find. Take a sincere step towards change, transformation, redemption. If you do, you will find Him in front of you. Find Him this month. He’s been there all along. Closer than your jugular vein. Look and you’ll find. Walk and you’ll arrive.” - Yasmin Mogahed

Don’t let this Ramadan be just a holiday of rituals. Don’t finish reading the Quran without it transforming you. Don’t feed your body at suhoor, but starve your heart of Qiyam. Don’t reduce this downpour of mercy to just a month of sweets and lavish iftars. Seek Him, you will find. Take a sincere step towards change, transformation, redemption. If you do, you will find Him in front of you. Find Him this month. He’s been there all along. Closer than your jugular vein. Look and you’ll find. Walk and you’ll arrive.” - Yasmin Mogahed

1 year ago
10 March 2013 @ 8:24 PM

Varanasi-Kolkata
December 2012

1 year ago
3 January 2013 @ 10:30 AM

In my introspection of Singapore’s landscape, I decided to work on something pertaining to the en-bloc scheme for HDB flats. It appears to be that in the tussle between manufactured and natural landscape, authentic nature is not the only at the bottom of the totem pole, but also the powerless, amongst us citizens. This vicious phenomenon coerced the movement of not only physical departures but also of nostalgia and historical attachments. The objective is to convey a sense of lost and displacement. I grew up at this particular site during my childhood. The flawed sketch comes from the recollection of a child’s perspective. It hinges on the idea of ephemerality in our landscape, one that sheds its skin too fast a pace, we can’t afford to hold onto. Once inhabited by people, now inhabited by mere memories.Graphic ink on negative. Shanghai 100 / 4 x 5 Film
In my introspection of Singapore’s landscape, I decided to work on something pertaining to the en-bloc scheme for HDB flats. It appears to be that in the tussle between manufactured and natural landscape, authentic nature is not the only at the bottom of the totem pole, but also the powerless, amongst us citizens. This vicious phenomenon coerced the movement of not only physical departures but also of nostalgia and historical attachments.

The objective is to convey a sense of lost and displacement. I grew up at this particular site during my childhood. The flawed sketch comes from the recollection of a child’s perspective. It hinges on the idea of ephemerality in our landscape, one that sheds its skin too fast a pace, we can’t afford to hold onto.

Once inhabited by people, now inhabited by mere memories.

Graphic ink on negative.
Shanghai 100 / 4 x 5 Film
1 year ago
7 December 2012 @ 10:20 AM

My ear drums can contain
But only the ringing of defeat,
muffled by the waves crashing on my two feet.
Distracted by the wails from the sirens of modernity,
the cries of vices, unfamiliar places
pounding on the empty shells of serenity.
The hails of the prayers kill the requiem of dawn
placidity now, a rare thorn

In haste of the chase, I forgot the Qibla of my heart
In the haze of the maze, I let the Mihrab crumble apart

Monumental stillness, Raging calmness

Empty , blasphemy.
Lost, heed the caution
losing my religion, food for the ocean
drowning in fire, freezing as they burn

Helter-skelter, prayer in order

I have to run for cover,
under shelter
between the surahs of my Quran
before the professions of your kalimah
within the inflections of our adhān

But the sirens invaded my head, creeping closer to the shores of my heart.
Ravenous, smearing stains all over my Shahada , pouring sand into this cut

1 year ago
19 October 2012 @ 3:36 AM

Pingyao, China

2012

1 year ago
2 August 2012 @ 11:47 AM

capri by Fraser,

Changi, Singapore

1 year ago
27 July 2012 @ 12:19 PM

Sunset of 6 Ramadhan 1433H “When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?”― Virginia Woolf

Sunset of 6 Ramadhan 1433H


“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?”― Virginia Woolf

1 year ago