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Two fragments of murals Central Asia, 6th-7th century
These two fragments come from the largest mountain cave in Kizil that German archeologists excavated on the Silk Road in the years preceding the First World War.
‘Is there anyone to help me? Is there anyone to support me? Is there any defender to defend the Household of the Messenger of Allah?’
- Imam Hussain’s (as) cry in the loneliest moment of his life,
Nafsul Mahmoom p349. Kashful Ghumma v2 p262
Bulgarian couple ‘flirting’
Soliloquy Series, 2000 by Shirin Neshat
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Kashmir, the Forgotten Paradise by Marie Dorigny
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.سوا تیرے نہیں ہے کوئی میرا
siva tere nahin hai koi mera.
there is no one for me except You.
Lottie Hayes photographed by Matteo Montanari for Dossier Journal #7
Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.
Michelle K., Some
Some have found God in the depths of their sins.
Khaadim
Picasso
That sand into which we bury ourselves in order not to see, is formed of words… and it is true that words, their labyrinths, the exhausting immensity of their “possibles”, in short their treachery, have something of quicksand about them.
Georges Bataille, L’expérience intérieure, translation by Leslie Ann Boldt
Martin Ritt
5 Branded Women, 1960
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مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْ فيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَام
وما أجمل أنْ تضحك فيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك البكـاءْ
How beautiful is it to stay silent When someone expects you to be enraged from them. And how beautiful it is to laugh When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.