Khizr haunted me during my fieldwork. The legend is that he is a lost Prophet – rather a Prophet for lost souls, lost travelers, seekers. He appears when you least expect and guides you. He is immortal. He is dressed in green. When I was walking around lower Sindh, I would encounter his memory everywhere – tombs of those whose lives intersected with him, footprints of Alexander as he raced to catch him in the mist. I was looking for manuscripts and, as one wag put it, only Khizr himself could satisfy my needs.
I feel like I met Khizr in Cairo. He did have a green jersey. He was our guide. He did seem to possess the wisdom of the ages. He made Cairo come alive for me, made me see spaces I would have otherwise glossed over. It was wonderful to have shared his Cairo. Thanks, man.
These photos are of faces I saw, mostly from afar.
Next up, FOOD!
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lovely, pata nai yaar dil ko kuchh hota hey (next time i see you , i’m gonna tell you a very strange feeling i have , remind me…password is NYC qasoor pura etc.)…………but you said “next up food” last time too.
very nice photo set!
Very interesting.
just got back from traveling myself.
Here are some images –though I did not get to visit Khidr who I was told is buried in Damascus???
http://www.flickr.com/photos/57447115@N06/
ans also others on
http://www.flickr.com/photos/57452979@N06/
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