On a moonlit night My father would park the car at the Clifton beach, I would look out at the lighted dome of The Saint’s Mazaar on a hill on the right and we would go down the steps to the water which would come and lap at the edge of the mazaar……never encroaching any further …
Trying to keep my iman up with kids
there's nothing like stories
Hope in the goodness of Humanity.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Words and Pictures from the Middle East
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One Man, One Van and No Plan.
Documenting the tradition one folio at a time
A breath of pure mountain air
Siraat-e-Mustaqeem 