BEENISH F. AHMED

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.
- Albert Camus (via feellng)

myvoicemyright:

Acid attack survivors in India model new clothing range for powerful photoshoot

Survivors of acid attacks in India have become the face of a new clothing range designed by a woman who had acid thrown in her face while she was asleep four years ago.Delhi-based designer Rupa and her friends Rita, Sonam, Laxmi and Chanchal modelled the clothes from her new range, Rupa Designs, for photographer Rahul Saharan.

Rupa suffered extensive injuries when her stepmother threw acid in her face while she was sleeping in 2008.

She was allegedly left without any medical aid for six hours before her uncle found her and transported her to hospital, where she underwent eleven operations and spent three months being cared for.

Vigorous writing is concise. A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts. This requires not that the writer make all his sentences short, or that he avoid all detail and treat his subjects only in outline, but that every word tell.
- William Strunk Jr., The Elements of Style (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: literary-ethnography)

Sometimes, being a journalist can feel like being trapped in a finals’ week that never, ever ends.

Sometimes, being a journalist can feel like being trapped in a finals’ week that never, ever ends.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
- Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via feellng)

"It is astonishing the sense of innocence that goes with sin — only the hard and careful man and the saint are free of it. These people went out of the stable clean; he was the only one left who hadn’t repented, confessed, and been absolved. He wanted to say to this man, ‘Love is not wrong, but love should be happy and open — it i only wrong when it is secret, unhappy…It can be more unhappy than anything by the loss of God. It is the loss of God. You don’t need a penance, my child, you have suffered quite enough,’ and to this other, ‘Lust is not the worst thing. It is because any day, any time, lust may turn into love that we have to avoid it. And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.’ But the habit of the confessional reasserted itself: it was as if he were back in the little stuffy wooden boxlike coffin in which men bury their uncleanliness with their priest. He said, ‘Mortal sin…danger…self-control,’ as if those words meant anything at all. He said, ‘Say three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys.’

— from The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene

PAKISTANI ACID BURN VICTIMS START OVER IN BEAUTY SALONS »http://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/pakistani-acid-burn-victims-are-starting-over-in-beauty-salons-801

“’She was rude. She was impolite, and I thought, “Oh my God, [it’s the] end of the day and here is a difficult client,”’ [Mussarat] Misbah recalls in lilting English from her office in Depilex’s Lahore headquarters.

Her exasperation turned to shock when the woman removed her veil. ‘I sat down because I thought there was no life left in my legs,’ she says, ‘because right in front of me was a young girl who was without a face.’

‘“You claim to be a beautician and go on TV to give beauty tips, now do something for me,”’ the acid burn survivor demanded. These words struck a chord with Misbah, who didn’t think it was enough to provide manis and pedis to the country’s elite anymore. She vowed to help the woman before her, and when she was unable to reach her again, pressed on anyway. ‘That was the beginning of [the] Depilex SmileAgain Foundation.’”

Find out more about how the head of one of Pakistan’s most celebrated high-end salons came to serve acid burn survivors — and how those survivors feel about their clients complaints of split ends or overgrown cuticles given the severe damage wrought on their faces and bodies. You can read the article over at VICE.

"In the end we had the pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name."

"In the end we had the pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name."

I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?
- Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase (via whyallcaps)