Wait… what am I doing here?, photo essay by Ibnul Islam
There I sat in a forgotten corner. Deprived of the sky, the rain. Everyone called me pretty, then moved on. I was the unwanted. The flawed. Because I had a straight end unlike my friends’ curvy ones. Until she found me. «Gimme the cheapest one», she said, and the shopkeeper quickly handed me over with a sigh of relief. She opened me over her head, fighting the wind and rain; I tasted life. She didn’t mind my straightness.
My new home was next to a pile of books. The books told me stories. They told me tales of near and far lands. So I began to daydream. I wanted to see the world, to go places, to roam around.
The dust-coated periodic table hanging on the wall gave me the idea to possess her. And that’s what I did.
My heartfelt desire reached her at some point for she suddenly picked me up one rainy day, and went out. Then again on a sunny day. And many days after that. The sky and the world were more beautiful- and way simpler- than my friends claimed. When I often let go of my possession of beloved owner, she suddenly starts thinking, «Wait… what am I doing here?» (Ibnul Islam)
Q&A with Ibnul Islam
Photography is… …a way to express so many feelings in a frame.
Photography and writing… I believe that each photo a photographer take can be written as a story.
Who left the biggest impression on you? About this photo series, my closest friend Fariha Jahin Biva helped me a lot. Also my whole family supported me and inspired me by accepting all my craziness about photography.
Is there anything else you’d like to share with the readers? Thanks to everyone else who helped me to photograph this story and of course to PRIVATE for sharing it!
I am Ibnul Islam (1997), an undergrad student from Dhaka, Bangladesh. I love spotting planes and visiting new places. I always loved listening to… More »