One afternoon in the beginning of the year, my mum said “Sya, you know since you’re surrounded by people from everywhere, why don’t you take individual photos of people from different origins and make an album of it?” and I thought why not and so it’s 5 weeks to the end of the year and I just… Read More 45 faces
Here’s a song I played while putting this photo journal and I guess it sets the mood for these Morocco pics, so, I guess you can listen to them too while scrolling through these pictures? I will just say every inch of Morocco is so different. In one day, you can see jungles, mountains, snow,… Read More 10 Cities in Morocco in 12 days
March 13, 2017 Monday, 10:18 PM I’m setting the featured photo as the night of Liv’s birthday 2 years ago because I miss her. And everyone in the picture is no longer in this country </3 I was sitting on the bus on my way to school yesterday and realized that I’m at the point where… Read More Youth
I picked up my camera and went over to my family friend’s house to take b&w pictures of adorable 4 year old Raisa and tante Rani, her gorgeous young mum.
Jan 2, 2017 Hello, here’s another one of my monthly thoughts. I haven’t posted anything in almost 3 months and I don’t know if anyone checks up on my blog but if you do, I’m here now. 2016 was unwanted. I can’t even remember what happened the last 3 months because December was already too much… Read More January, 2017
Exactly a year ago, on this same weekend, I was staring out into my balcony for nearly a whole day because I thought I’d lose a friend that I’d just gotten close to for two weeks. Two weeks, that’s nothing. Exactly. Nothing. Except my insides twisted and my body ached. This friend was different. This person… Read More October, 2016
It’s 1am with school tomorrow and the only thing keeping me distracted are people’s paper to edit… someone, give me more words to read and edit. i want to fly away. because it’s funny the things you say become a prayer, even if you never really want to mean it.
“where are you from?” “oh I dont know, I feel at home in airports. I know the term ‘third culture kid’ has been used repetitively and its articles being overused but this is about my side and experience of the TCK life. Being a third culture kid means you grew up in a country different from where your parents and… Read More Where Are You From?