And I guess after all this time, the world has its own funny way of making things full circle. Have faith. (A reminder for myself to have Iman.)
Push yourself past your insecurities. The spectrum of life is just a short blip on the track, so your insecurities, your troubles, your bad days are not that really that deep in relation to space and time. My point is, you wanna do something? Make it happen. You wanna be a rude person? Pass on that. Get over your defensiveness and your indifference. After all, having a soft heart is a courageous act in this world of superficially cold hearts. // LOOK AT MY PRIMARY COLORS YALL mA I tried really hard and also ignore the yeezys in the back i just liked the red duffel bag with the yellow and also this is my coworker @s3kash
he gave lots of life advice and is super cool ok bye
The little moments. The little details. The little smiles and the little touches. Sometimes a little is a lot. Go tell someone they’re important to you, tell them that they’re not so little, that they’re a priority. The worst thing that could happen is that they appreciate it 🙂 // didn’t know what to post, so I expedited these wedding shots even tho I’m not done editing the entire album wimp womp sorry verda iA soon 😂
Throwback to the most nerve-wracking shoot I had ever done December of 2017. I remember being extremely anxious. I had rented a lens for this shoot and had looked up new editing techniques, and talked to as many photographers as I knew to give me tips to succeed. I called people and asked where to shoot, and asked @sdkmakeup
to help me because I really wanted to do well. @rohsiddiqui
was extremely kind by the end of it and aH never thought my shoot with her would be on a magazine 😭😭😭 God works in funny ways aH.
Sister of the bride serenades second sister of the bride: a novel 😂🧡
You gotta think of every bridal shoot as a directing a bollywood movie. I’m not even joking - this is probably the best advice I could give anyone. When I take photos, I plan as I go. I test lighting, and once I see how the lighting looks against the subject’s skin tones, I start creating mentally. The shots, the color palettes, the vibe between the couple, they all start to come together as I take everything in and internalize. Zainub specifically gave me full artistic direction, not just saying I could do what I wanted, but herself and her husband being open to anything I asked of her, no questions asked or weirded out looks (ok maybe occasionally 😂). My point is, I put myself in a bride’s shoes. If the love of my life was standing next to me on my wedding day, what would I be feeling? How can I encompass that in a photo? What is important to her? She mentioned that she loved her jewelry because it meant something to her - so I took these shots. Put yourself in her shoes and create. You’re not being paid to take the photos, that’s the easy part. You’re being paid to become an artist in the situation you’re put in. Paint with what’s given to you.
The casual ”looking-over-the-shoulder-at-bae-while-I-turn-invisible-as-third-wheel” shot 🤷🏻♀️
Nighum better watch out because one day she’s gonna come chill with me and I’m gonna have her exact outfit on from this day and she’s gonna be so confused like uh....iman that’s my outfit and i’m gonna be like ok sorry it was too cute i just want to be you. the end. there was no point to this caption y’all just got played // love u @fate_of_us
Been thinking a lot about what my escape is. Is it wrong if you’re trying to find a way out? Does that make you a coward? A dreamer? A fool, or a visionary? Should you always look for the light at the end of the tunnel? Should we be applauded for finding an escape, or should we keep our heads down and be rational? Whatever it is, I hope to be the first one out - the first one out of this maze. Maybe it’d be easier to make a home in our cyclical lives, but I want to spend time breaking the walls to find the exit sign. A fool, maybe, but I’d like to be called free. // I word vomit a lot right before I post, but these are my current thoughts that whir in my brain in the middle of my cubicle job or my drives to the gym. Where does the time go? I swear I was just 17, swinging with the neighborhood kids at the park behind my house. I refuse to make a home in this maze, nestled in a corner that we know. Come, let’s find the exit.
How do you like me now? // @fate_of_us
has launched. Proud to be a part of the vision aH. Y’all better watch out for the content iA 🙏🏻🤙🏻 Really trying to push myself out of the comfort zone. Always looking for new models with an awesome fashion sense (that goes past my lack of it, lol) I’m talking about above ordinary. Potentially NY fashion week type stuff - out of the box. Lemme know if you know any models that I described in Chicago, feel free to DM me profiles 🙏🏻🙏🏻
This is a sign. If you needed that sign to tell you to quit that job, this is it. If you needed that sign to tell you to start going to the gym, this is it. You wanted just a little bit of time to focus on yourself? Here’s your sign. If you needed a sign to leave that toxic friendship, here you go. A lot of the time we don’t really need signs to do things - we already know what to do but just want this tiny sign to hold value, to help us make decisions that are kinda scary (ok but is going to the gym that scary? you’ll be fine dude and you’ll have DOPE levels of dopamine. And you’ll sleep better.) Either way, here’s your sign, friends. You are alive. Act like it. // shoutout to this beautiful girl @ameerak
who after this shoot, sat and had starbucks and brownies with me lol 😭🧡 make a little dua for her in your head pls & thx
Always daddy’s little girl. mA
Paliroots is dropping Saturday with some new stuff. Also, this won’t be the last time you see @nighumabb
💕 LEZZGOOOOOO WIT THESE FIYA PICS mA
It’s always been hard being comfortable in my own skin - I’m sure some of you can relate. I’d overcompensate for my insecurities through self-deprecating humor (which sometimes will still slip out every now and then). Eventually, it just became all too much. The feeling of not being enough, the feeling of doing too much for people who would never reciprocate or respect me, the feeling of loneliness like no one would ever truly understand my potential as a person. I remember one day I told myself that I’d look in the mirror and say to myself “I am pretty.” I remember looking at my eyes and saying “I have pretty eyes.” I tried to do that every day for a week. It was painful. By the seventh day, it felt less like a lie, and I started picking out other things I liked about myself, for the confidence boost. Things I didn’t like, I tried to change. Things I couldn’t change, I learned to love. Alhamdulillah. Sometimes I feel like a stranger in my skin, but most of the time, by some miracle, I feel like home again.