Belonging to an Afghan/Pakistani heritage, with an English upbringing, I’m known to some as Dupatta Diaries. My photography is based on concepts which accompany my written pieces. I write as a voice for the voiceless, to better our societies.
My words carry the screams, the laughter and the heavy sighs of the many generations of Eastern women.
My words are the fumes, flames and perplexity of religion.
Rape and abuse, racism and gendercide, my words give life to the dead and disregarded tragedies.
With these words of mine, coated in love and dusted with peace, I stir rusty minds. All in the hope to polish a new generation of fresh perspectives, aware and acceptant of the unspoken tales of the East.