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"...Then he would remind us that there was a brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that not even time could break.

Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words.



Mine was Baba.

His was Amir. My name.



Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter… Continue

Although I named this photo "blindness" it refers to a good feeling deep inside...It gives me an unidentified happiness... White chair is the escape&hope, on the other hand emptiness&meaningless...

Umbrella is the shelter we live under... The man is stucked among the two both and scared to death to… Continue