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We! The children are reduced to bones And skin. Their tiny bodies Have heads appearing far too large And eyes that cry for help. But there’s no shortage yet of guns And bullets — or of bombs. And soon enough, … Continue reading
We! The children are reduced to bones And skin. Their tiny bodies Have heads appearing far too large And eyes that cry for help. But there’s no shortage yet of guns And bullets — or of bombs. And soon enough, … Continue reading
Subscribe to ShahidulNews Published on Saturday, September 24, 2011 by CommonDreams.org by Claudia Lefko We’ve been here before, confronting this question of children’s art, and why it creates such a stir. I wrote about it in May 2006 when Brandeis … Continue reading
Subscribe to ShahidulNews There is a certain arrogance in ‘teaching’ anything. The assumption that you know best, and the certainty that you are in authority. The clear hierarchy. Bhaiya and Apa, against tumi or tui. When advantages of age and … Continue reading
Subscribe to ShahidulNews By Gita L. Vygodskaya Translated from the Russian language by Ilya Gindis Published in School Psychology International, Vol.16 Nobody in our family studied or took up religion. I only knew from the nanny, who took care of … Continue reading
Subscribe to ShahidulNews Jeevani Fernando We sat nervously huddled on the wooden bench of the Haputale Railway Station at 8pm last night, clutching our precious collections from the trip – kithul jaggery from Badulla and jars of orange marmalade, guava … Continue reading
Practical session under a banyan tree on the banks of the river Mahananda, Chapainawabgonj. © Reza/Drik “Kamera tulen”. Elsewhere, one would think a hundred times before pointing a camera. Permission, legality, issues of representation, all came into play. In any … Continue reading
You who are silent You who leave it to others You who do not hear the screams Every bomb that falls Every ‘call for restraint’ Every blood clot etched in the sand Calls out in vain Calls out in pain … Continue reading
“No one ever comes back,” she said. She was baleful, half a tear welling on her eyes. I had no way of knowing when I might be back. I hugged her tight as she sat on my lap, but my … Continue reading
When Jolly’s son Asif asked me to take a portrait of him and his new bride Rifat, I took it on with grandfatherly pride. The photo session was booked for Sunday morning, the 26th December 2004. Boxing day. The envelope … Continue reading
Subscribe to ShahidulNews Why do I do what I do? I know how I started, partly by accident, when I got stranded with a camera I had bought for a friend, but that in itself cannot explain the joy, the … Continue reading