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Two
months back, I was on an assignment in Afghanistan. Defying another
Taliban edict - this one banning taking photographs of "any living
thing" - I looked for ways to illustrate how three years of drought
and 22 years of war had affected the lives of men, women and children
in Afghanistan.
In an environment
created by the edicts restricting the behaviour of women it was difficult
to get a single picture of women. Basically, I had to "steal"
such pictures while pretending to be tying my shoelaces, looking the
other way or trust my luck in accidental drive–by snapshots from car
windows.
In
the end, I tried another approach; one I felt more comfortable with.
This approach did not force me to try to cheat the women within range
of my lenses and, it even appeared truer to my own experience of travelling
as a male in Afghanistan.
Over
14 days, I had next to no interaction with Afghani women and saw only
three women’s faces directly. As a sort of compensation, I started focusing
my lenses on some of the traces of the women I glimpsed or sometimes
just missed where ever I went – villages, streets, bazaars, hospitals,
clinics or restaurants and mosques.
Traces
of the millions of Afghan women concealed by the rules of the Taliban,
the cloth of the head to toe long blue Burqa, local traditions and in
some cases the 4 to 5 meter high mud brick walls surrounding their own
homes.
Text & Photos:
Nils Carstensen (ACT International)
Photos: Please
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