About The Project

If one really wishes to know how justice is administered in a country, one does not question the policemen, the lawyers, the judges, or the protected members of the middle class. One goes to the unprotected — those, precisely, who need

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About The Project

If one really wishes to know how justice is administered in a country, one does not question the policemen, the lawyers, the judges, or the protected members of the middle class. One goes to the unprotected — those, precisely, who need

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A Matter Of Fact

Mohammed Zaheer and I have not been introduced. While speaking to his parents I am aware of him entering the room and sitting down by the door. Quite often, during these meetings, neighbors and friends would stop by to see

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A Matter Of Fact

Mohammed Zaheer and I have not been introduced. While speaking to his parents I am aware of him entering the room and sitting down by the door. Quite often, during these meetings, neighbors and friends would stop by to see

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The Proud One

“He was so proud…he had just received a raise of Rs. 500 ($5.00) and so was anxious to go and get his salary that day.” Kanees Fatima is speaking through tears that will not stop.  “He was so proud. He

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The Proud One

“He was so proud…he had just received a raise of Rs. 500 ($5.00) and so was anxious to go and get his salary that day.” Kanees Fatima is speaking through tears that will not stop.  “He was so proud. He

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A Small Time Artist

He lives in one room – 10 feet by 7 feet. He lives there now with his 5-year-old daughter Muqaddas, and his 8 month year old baby, Zainab. Until his wife’s death in the factory fire, this small room was

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A Small Time Artist

He lives in one room – 10 feet by 7 feet. He lives there now with his 5-year-old daughter Muqaddas, and his 8 month year old baby, Zainab. Until his wife’s death in the factory fire, this small room was

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Hearts Turned To Stone

Khurram Ahmed has been my guide over the past few days as I go from home to home visiting families of those who died in the fire that destroyed the Ali Enterprises garment factory and took the lives of possible

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Hearts Turned To Stone

Khurram Ahmed has been my guide over the past few days as I go from home to home visiting families of those who died in the fire that destroyed the Ali Enterprises garment factory and took the lives of possible

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A Deep Seated Mistrust

There is a formality to the meeting – it has been arranged, and the family has arranged itself to meet me. I realise that I will not get the personal stories and perspectives I had come for. The family has met

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A Deep Seated Mistrust

There is a formality to the meeting – it has been arranged, and the family has arranged itself to meet me. I realise that I will not get the personal stories and perspectives I had come for. The family has met

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The Peace That We Seek

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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The Peace That We Seek

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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A House Of Cards

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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A House Of Cards

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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A Widow’s Fear Of Tomorrow

Her voice quivers. Sitting on the floor, her knees folded underneath her, I can see her entire body shaking in fear and anger. Her dupatta covers her face, but her eyes betray her tears and the blood that has rushed

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A Widow’s Fear Of Tomorrow

Her voice quivers. Sitting on the floor, her knees folded underneath her, I can see her entire body shaking in fear and anger. Her dupatta covers her face, but her eyes betray her tears and the blood that has rushed

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Memories Of Bird Song

As I enter the home of Syed Azmat Ali and his wife Rehana, the men accompanying me start to speak in whispers. It is an act of respect for the sorrow that fills the lives of this home. Almost everyone

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Memories Of Bird Song

As I enter the home of Syed Azmat Ali and his wife Rehana, the men accompanying me start to speak in whispers. It is an act of respect for the sorrow that fills the lives of this home. Almost everyone

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The Wait

Mohammed Sideeq has a look of disbelief in his eyes when I ask him a question about his children not being in school – or was it a mocking condescension? “I had to send my children to work. I don’t

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The Wait

Mohammed Sideeq has a look of disbelief in his eyes when I ask him a question about his children not being in school – or was it a mocking condescension? “I had to send my children to work. I don’t

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The End Of A Quest

Her house is no more than a room and a small veranda. Situated on the top floor of a small bungalow, accessed by a narrow set of concrete steps. It is a few minutes after I step into the cool

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The End Of A Quest

Her house is no more than a room and a small veranda. Situated on the top floor of a small bungalow, accessed by a narrow set of concrete steps. It is a few minutes after I step into the cool

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The Project Instagram Diaries

I have been writing personal diary entries for this project and posting them on an Instagram feed. The texts here reveal the work process, and my personal struggles and experiences tracking the subjects and collecting the stories. You can click

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The Project Instagram Diaries

I have been writing personal diary entries for this project and posting them on an Instagram feed. The texts here reveal the work process, and my personal struggles and experiences tracking the subjects and collecting the stories. You can click

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