Oh children of the next generation...

They say emotion and happiness cannot be described, yet they are so strong that sometimes we react in weird way, where we don't care about what people think about us in happy moments.


"Happiness appears in different form, let them fly around us. I welcome sorrow in my life, without sadness, happiness will never arrive...I'm patient, the more I cry, the more ill be happy later! I know I'll be given a chance someday to go to that world where everybody is talking about love." 


Im looking at the sky, reminding me of these kids, every time they see an aircraft over their houses, they wave their hand to say 'bye!'

Surely we all know what I'm talking about. But these kids, they think the passengers can see and waving at them back. Some of them are simply talking to the aircraft itself. While the rest think their family who left the country few days, weeks or years ago are in that aircraft. Life is beautiful, full of happiness when we were a kid - we didn't have any responsibility, no stress, we ruled our thought.

(Photographed by Muzammil in Ghana)

When I'm driving around the old villages, kids run after my car and scream, the rich man is here. It keeps me thinking, what are their expectations from me...yeah, they want some gifts or they want to sit in my lap or they want to sit in the car because they never got an opportunity. The car looks like a toy for them, running after the car will make them happy. They don't care what I'll think about them, running after my car is a game. They were all after my car with different ideas, until they will grow up and realize this man was not rich, I can buy a car as well someday.

And when we grow up, we don't talk to the flying plane anymore, we don't run after that beautiful car anymore, because we gave birth to ego. Then the world looks different...

(Photographed by Muzammil in Bangladesh)

"oh children of the next generation,

Every time you see something that pleases you,

With your little thought you make it work the way you want,

When you talk to the aircraft,

When you dance barefoot on the roads,

When you swim in the dirty river,

When you run after the rich man car,

Sometimes I Think if I should copy you,

But the older you get,

You'll become like me,

Then, will you copy the kids?

The kids of the next generation?"

Muzammil