There is something about being cozy. Being surrounded by warmth, friends, loved ones, happy faces, there is something joyous about color, cleanness, space, good weather, music, scent, and there is something about good company, positive, ambiance, freedom, share, happy thoughts, present moment. It is not about where you are, as much as it is about who you are with, even when you are with yourself. Living the moment is not about waiting for the right moment to live it, but about living each moment as it comes without trying to force change or dwell in the expectations.
Old Market, Nazareth, Palestine.
I captured this man during my first visit to Nazareth, walking between the authentic Arab Market.
His red tarboush (fez) is what caught my attention.
To me, it resembles unity.
Not a very long time ago, many men from this region wore the fez on top of their heads.
Today, we are a region more segregated than ever.
Our accents are now what differentiate us.
This is how divided we have become.
But this man, who currently lives in the occupied areas of Palestine (Israel) chose to keep his tarboush on top of his head.
By The amphitheater, downtown, Amman, Jordan.
A grass design that says ‘Our Mother, Amman’ with the Jordanian flag on the back left corner, and a street swiper, swiping the dust at the front right corner.
This photograph speaks to me a thousand words.
Without him, what will this image look like? Does he know the worth of his contribution? Or does he see this side of his image in my photograph? How much contribution do we need to do for his self-realization?