Many souls are now partially awakened, and they do not need much more Light to become fully awakened. Your own creative powers will be enhanced but until you evolve you further there are limitations as to how far you can go. In essence you are an ENERGY OF LOVE … This is how you became. You will always be an ENERGY OF LOVE even though you may choose to experience different pictures of how to portray this ENERGY OF LOVE that you are.For instance … if you were to decide to yourself as a tree for two hundred years … you are at liberty to do so. You can be anything you choose to be . . .
[ The Mystery Lives ] is a long journey in my photography project. I try to captured unguarded moment of lives which is surround me. As a visual storyteller, during my photographic journey always try to look around for exploration images as it is naturally spring themselves in the world around me. In the process to established my personal ethical point of view. In the narration of images have faith in the arguments, accepting others opinions however hurtful they might be.
The Mystery Lives is not the linear stories, it is and individual images which is a separate narration. a mystery of lives . Here I am saying one example if you close to see my images, you see an individual narration. One images shown a body burn in a cremation programmed,one of my closed friends who dead in a road accident few years ago, During his funeral, I observed to closed in a midnight, in front of mine my friends body was burn, within an hours, he was vanishing ! And it is true reality,he never come again in our world again, nobody can say where he go, wher his soulgoi f is it leaves in this earth ? Who knows ! an other images shown a new born baby arrive and he look around me, he look to in our beautiful earth, where he come from, how his soul and body appure in thus earth ? I look his eyes it a big mystery ! These two picture is an example and shown us different narration, different stories but somehow it is inter links, and big Question of MYSTERY ! Someone arrive someone departure, it is the natural process, but we don’t know how it process !
We try to observed on the way of life that is understood but not to explainable some times it is big mystery because only those who have turned themselves to photography know that satisfaction. I hope that these powerful visual narration and psychological think on viewers to there own lives .
–Monirul Alam , Old Dhaka, Bangladesh
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Dhaka, Bangladesh. Megh’s school close down this week for summer holidays, We decided to visit a short trips in Gazipur, outskirts of Dhaka. It’s name Chuti resort and picnic spot. We spend in one night’s and day. Pleasure is a big gift from nature is here,you can loose yourself and than find yourself again it’s call a magic and love. I think it’s place is an unlimited pleasure, our little family members are really enjoy and exciting to visit this place. I am try to capture their beautiful moment and having to use my book project name PRIVATE. Photo by Monirul Alam
The City Lake is a project that engaged with visual narrative and expression. As a visual storyteller, during my photographic journey always try to look around for exploration images as it is naturally spring themselves in the world around me. This stories from the earth lives on forever.
This work address sets out to explore the edge, and the way that connect them together. The process concerns itself with a steady of space that is neither an imagined one, nor an actuality.
It is make that is open at either end, almost in the kingdom of vision. The viewer can consider the space,light, shade,object and imagine with their own contemplation of these poetic journey.
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“No one can help me, so I don’t have any other way except begging. I live on the street and everyday earn taka 30/40. I am also taking drugs for frustrating my life hood.”
-Zahid, a street beggar & drug user
A lame man is walking on the street at night. His name is Zahid who lost his left leg by suffering typhoid since his childhoods he said, after years he came to Dhaka from his village Bagura north part of Bangladesh and start begging for surviving. He said no one can help me, so I don’t have any other way except begging. I leave on the street and everyday earn taka 30/40. I am also taking drugs for frustrating my life hood. Some time the police pick me up from the street and release outskirts of Dhaka. We suffer a lot but no one can help us for a good job or rehabilitations. Like Zahid, many number of people who where suffering inhuman life and every day violating their human rights. Particularly women and girls is a grave violation of human rights. It can include physical, sexual, psychological and economic abuse, which cuts across boundaries of age, race, culture, wealth and geography.
According to health ministry as of last year, 123 people died of AIDS,365 others got infected and 1207 found HIV positive. The first HIV positive patient in the country was identified in 1989. Drug abuse directly influences the economic and social aspects of a country. In Bangladesh it is a growing national concern.
There are millions of drug-addicted people in Bangladesh and most of them are young, between the ages of 18 and 30. And they are from all strata of the society. Although the country as a whole is deemed by the UN to be “low-risk”, the disease is spreading at a worrying rate among one section of society: intravenous drug addicts who reuse dirty needles in the urban slums of the capital. According to UNAIDS statistics, the number of HIV-positive drug users more than doubled between 2001 and 2005. Health experts warn that the risk of an epidemic is increased by that fact that many of the addicts also admit paying for sex – and only 10 percent say they always use a condom.
Most of these people are young, homeless and unemployed. Some of them don’t know anything about the disease they’ve got. Their frustration with life has led them to become drug addicts, and when you talk to them you realize they are just waiting for death because they have nothing else. Drug abuse is a growing national concern in Bangladesh. And in Dhaka HIV is widespread too.
Actually this is my self photography project which title “A deadly game”. My work starts long years ago when I know about the HIV/AIDS. As a photojournalist, I find the street drug user who suffer more and face different problem like their basic rights, at the same time they don’t know or concern about their diseases. My main focus is that Street drug user to shown their actual condition as a human rights perspective. At the same time, I also show , in our society how to see them (drug user) and to respect their human rights through my photo story.
Bangladesh’s garment industry has grown rapidly during the last decade. The Ready Made Garment, RMG, sector contributes 76% of the total export earning of Bangladesh. Recently an eight-story block housing factories and a shopping center on the outskirts of the Bangladeshi capital Dhaka collapsed on April 24 morning killing at least 430 more ( update, 2 May 2013) people. Rescuers fear the death toll may rise significantly. Local citizen, fire fighters, army personnel,police, volunteers joined to rescue them. A number of workers garment factories in Savar alleged that they were forced to work in the morning. Most of the victims who have been rescued from under the debris in the afternoon are dead. The injured and dead victims were rushed at Enam Medical College and Hospital in Savar to hand over victims’ relatives for burial.
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