Growing up in a family that only cared about academics, I never really got to experiment things and discover my creative side. But a year ago, I was fascinated with the art of photography, particularly the kind of photography that tells you a story, the kind of stories that people would normally struggle to describe using only words. I believe in the power of photography.
It is true what they say, that a picture is really “worth a thousand words,” but what little did I know. Photography wasn’t easy.
I remember how my fascination with photography began during the January 25 Revolution in Egypt. I was inspired by various brilliant moving shots of Egyptian protesters. These images eventually went viral and kept spreading like wild fire. I still remember photos of Egyptian women chanting at the top of their lungs in front of the Egyptian policemen, the face of a 45-year-old Egyptian man who was crying during the first million man march in Tahrir Square. All astounding exceptional images that inspire me until today.
These pictures went viral because they were telling the truth; they were honest, creative and different. And for the first time, I felt Egyptians appreciated that, and so did I.
I felt like I was seeing a new Egypt, the Egypt I never saw before. The future looked great and bright, and I felt photography played a major role in delivering a different kind of truth to Egyptians, a photographic and documented one, and that was photography.
I was inspired. I was inspired to discover, experiment and explore. Egypt was no longer touristic pictures of the pyramids or the gorgeous beaches at Sharm El-Sheikh.
To me, photography was about discovering the unknown, and that was Egyptian faces and their freedom of expression, something which the world never really got to see about Egypt before the revolution.
But my inspiration did not end there.
I signed up for a photography class in the summer of June, about five months after the revolution. I learned all about using a camera, adjusting the aperture, experimenting with the shutter speed and trying unusual angles to capture photos. Boy was it tough!
And while I recall my struggle to hold a professional heavy DSLR camera for the first time in my life, I will never forget the feeling. That rush, that excitement to go beyond the gates of my university and finally exploring what I was missing out on. I went as far as Tahrir Square, Zamalek’s graffiti streets, Maadi, Azhar Park, Cairo Tower, Khan El-Khalili and Fayoum.
I will never forget the images I captured of a poor Egyptian family that worked on a farm in Orabi.
Their facial expressions and features were priceless and simple. Anyone could tell that they were a kind family. They welcomed me in their humble home, and I specifically remember how they did not have a single family portrait in their house. It was depressing, but they were thrilled the day I knocked on their door and asked to take a family portrait of them that they dressed up for the occasion.
I was touched, and realized the significance of photography in one’s life. It wasn’t just about the truth to me anymore, but about what the picture meant to me and to a greater extent, to the person looking at it.
It was an experience worthwhile. It was unforgettable, memorable and carved in my memory forever. It was the power of photography, something new that I believed in.
This I believe.