- Palma de Mallorca
In the mid of the 90s, The Taliban militia expelled us from our own homes because of being Hazara. They looted and set fire to our Village. my entire uncles were killed because of being Hazara by them. We fled to Quetta Pakistan. I was a child who had been harassed also because of being Hazara Over there. We fled to Iran inevitably the teenager, I used to feel strange, I didn't use to go out for fear of being harassed for some years. We were bullied regarding our Asian looks by people. There Was no friend for me, I used to suffer as much. of being Afghan I used to tell myself why am I so ugly I used to want to hide my eyes, my face. When I was going out with my boyfriend, we were made fun ofand none of us could say anything. I'm still worried about going to a restaurant or somewhere else for fear of being made fun of. So, during these 5, 6 years something's changed and gone better. I concluded it’s what I should handle it. These days in my workplace, no one judges me by my nationality and I feel comfortable. I'd like to be in Afghanistan but I can't, I love there but there is no place for Hazaras, Iran is not my place yet. neither I'm Iranian nor from Afghanistan and nowhere else. I don't know what to say, it's a hard feeling.
The image was taken backstage at the regional bodybuilding competition and awards show (which precedes the final nationals) and is a part of larger series on bodybuilding and the concept of beauty. This portrait was taken hours before the athlete depicted won in one of the fitness categories. The backstage world at the event was radically different from the glamour on stage. In a way the difference is as apparent and as radical as the makeup viewed against the naturally pale complexion of the athlete.
The afternoon in Central Park was filled with the bustle of people in every corner, marking the city's chaotic atmosphere everywhere. I stopped and waited for a gap where no one would pass by when I accidentally spotted this beautifully patterned wall. Just as I raised my camera to take a picture, a boy holding a popsicle ran up to the wall with his back against it , next to his father, who was holding his cell phone and ready to take a picture of his son. The sunset sun hit the boy's face impartially, and the boy's eyes did coincidentally look into my lens. I just pressed the shutter and the boy ran away. The crowded crowd gave me no chance to catch up with the father and the boy. The whole process may not have taken more than five seconds, but the camera recorded the eternity of that certain sunset in Central Park. The bustle of New York during the holiday and the momentary flash of light in the boy's eyes were fleeting, like the peace in the chaos, or the eternity in the chaos that I once chased
- United Kingdom
This kind of theatrical setting can be seen during Asian weddings, festivals and events.
Most of the time, it's people from the family or a group who come together to create these podiums using materials which can be easily found at home. I remember making these structures with friends and family while keeping awake all night. Seeing this in a Bangladeshi wedding here in Plymouth brought back a lot of memories for me.
Florine is a sixty years old mother. She has seven children. One of her children died leaving her four grandchildren who now live with her and her husband. They live in a working class neighborhood of Antananarivo, the capital of Madagascar. Her husband is a cart puller and she is a washerwoman, they do not earn enough money to feed the family and live in extreme poverty. Their only hope lies in the future of their children. But, illiterate and without money, they have no way to send them to school. They are left to their own means, without social assistance.
- South Africa
One of the Nancefield Hostel lady named Trudy is spotted with a candle on her head in her room. She says the reason she puts the candle on her head is a way to deliver herself from the spirit of demons.Picture: Mpumelelo Buthelezi
- United Kingdom
This was one of the first pictures we took after we found out about the miscarriage of our baby boy. We sat in the cold for over an hour, in and out of the car, pacing back and forth waiting for the doctor to call. We’d spent a week on tenter hooks waiting for this call. Absolutely exhausted from crying not knowing but secretly knowing all along. Wishing we could change the outcome. Finally the call came and near sunset our hearts sank with the waning sun. We let go that day as the sun said goodbye so did we. We said goodbye to dreams unfulfilled, to a whole life unlived and yet a whole world you imagined so loved and full that you wish you could have held.
baby I knew you from the moment I first felt your kick. You will always be with me.