Category: Events
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Eid-Al-Fitr Mubarak 2022
Another Ramadan has come and gone. A sure sign of the relentless passing of time. As always, it’s been a time of trials and tribulations. Of sincere prayers and deep reflections. A time of lucid late evenings and tired early mornings. And, as always, a time of failure and of success. Today, on the eve…
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Imperfect
The landscape lay before me like a painting.If there could ever exist a perfect painting, that is. But no human creation could possess such beauty.Such blend of form and function.None. Taking it all in, I saw the final photograph in my mind’s eye.A beautiful piece of art, able to stir in the viewers heart,the same…
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Snow
Pure, fresh, pristine.Having arrived just a few hours before,it was waiting for us as we stood at the trailhead.A clean white carpet draped on the forest floor,inviting us in. And we walked. Hard as rock. And unforgivingly slippery.Treacherous under a thin blanket of powder.One misstep and we’d be on our backs. We kept walking. Brittle…
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The Photographer’s Moment
Heavy rains were forecasted for the entire day, and that is exactly how it started on that August morning as we found ourselves gearing up for the hike. The Norwegian summer can be unpredictable, especially this late in the season, so even though we had been hoping until the last minute to see an improvement…
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All Grown Up
It seems like yesterday I had you cradled in the crook of my elbow. And look at you now! Although there was never a time when you and I couldn’t understand each other, something changed tonight. For both of us. Tonight you seem more mature, and as full of life as ever. Tonight, to me,…
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Bulleh Shah’s Reflections
You read and read and master knowledge. But you never read your inner self. You run to enter temple and mosque. But you never entered your heart. Every day you fight the devil. But you never fought your own desire. Bulleh Shah, don’t reach to grab what’s in the sky. When you havn’t even managed…
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The First Day of Spring
Today, after weeks of low temperatures caused by Siberian winds from the East, the snow finally gave in to the warmth of the March sun. From afar, the droplets from the melting snow on the roof seemed to be falling lazily onto the wooden railing on top the fence below. As March 1st, the first…
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Sunday Blues
The last time I visited this place, was fourteen years ago, almost to the date. Standing here by the edge of the river again, nothing seems to have changed. The trees, the rocks, the water, even the shrubs, they all look the same. The sound of running water and the wind rustling the leaves. The…
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