mathafbaqala

This is a tradition that runs through my family from one generation to another. At the age of ten, we must start to learn how to master serving Qatari coffee (gahwa) to our guests. My mother began by giving us the rules: pour with your left hand and hand it with your right hand. You must remain standing to serve several times and sit only when everyone had enough. I have passed this successfully and now, my younger sisters are under supervision. 

Story and photograph by Tofiffee

An abstract shot taken at a construction site in Qatar.  This photo feels like it is a part of a greater piece of abstract that represents work, construction, construction, and more construction. It merely portrays a fragment of the ongoing development in Qatar.  What is more important is what is unseen here, a more complex abstraction of a vision yet to be realized.  

On a pleasant day my family and I would visit a secret beach in Al Wakra where we went to experience the glorious past of Qatar with the olden houses and shops that are recreated on this beach along with the boats stranded giving a picture as if the past is frozen.The international airport of Doha is situated close by to this beach therefore every other minute we can view the planes passing by  giving me a feeling of the meeting of the past and the present.The picture that goes with my story says it all ……

I remember waiting for my spinach fateera (pastry) and spotting this handwritten sign on the wall, rummaging through my handbag for my camera I asked Khaled the Fatatri (Khaled the Baker) if it was alright for me to snap a picture. He shrugs his shoulders and continues to flip my pastry then asked me ‘What do you work as?’ I spent quite a while explaining Graphic Designer in Arabic, using all sorts of keywords, including ‘sign maker’ ‘photo-artist’ but his moment of eureka came when I said ‘Photoshop’. 

La taghdab which translates to ‘don’t get angry.’

This style of writing resembles Farsi or Persian Calligraphy, my personal favorite form of Arabic writing. 

Story and photograph by Engy Hashem

Saad Ismail Al Jassim who owns a Pearl Jewellery shop at the Souq Waqif in Qatar calls himself ‘Pahalwan the Old Pearl Diver’. When ever I go to the souq I make it a point to meet the old man who is actually a bundle of talent from being one of the oldest pearl divers of qatar alive, to a man who was ones a body builder and won many acolades, he also had a unique talent of sleeping on the glass and nails. He always has some story to say about the the good olden days of Qatar and how dramatically the country and people have changed over the years. He also ones told me that Qatar Pearls were very well known until the Japanese started cultivating artifical pearls and there after the the pearl trade in the gulf came down. But he is proud to say that he still dives and picks up Qatari Pearls and sells them at a good price or gifts it to the royal patrons. One thing I will always remember that he told me is theat, “ God helps those who help themselves”.

حبتين ياللول “بطولة تايم” .. خ  منافسة بطاطيل عندنا خ خ خ

Batola is the traditional gulf old lady’s wearing.. here I was playing how we looks like with it..thanks Grandma

Story and photograph by Fatoomworld

On a pleasant day my family and I would visit a secret beach in Al Wakra where we went to experience the glorious past of Qatar with the olden houses and shops that are recreated on this beach along with the boats stranded giving a picture as if the past is frozen.The international airport of Doha is situated close by to this beach therefore every other minute we can view the planes passing by  giving me a feeling of the meeting of the past and the present.The picture that goes with my story says it all …

Qatari Family - This photo with a family of Qatari Dolls which I clicked in Souq Waqif says a lot about Qatar, its Culture, Tradition and Celebrations. It simply reflects what a typical family in Qatar looks like and feels like. I so much feel that if I were born a Qatari I probably would be the boy sitting on that chair with my sister sitting next to me. We are also a family of four so I associate this family with me and my family. Maybe I should get all the members of my family to dress up like this and take a picture like this one. One day I will.

An abstract shot taken at a construction sight in Qatar.  This photo feels like it is a part of a greater piece of abstract that represents work, construction, construction, and more construction. It merely portrays a fragment of the ongoing development in Qatar.  What is more important is what is unseen here, a more complex abstraction of a vision yet to be realized.  

Story and photograph by Aisha Al Misned

Driving around Al Shammal city on a Friday morning I found my self in front of this view. The first thing that came to my mind was, THE COMPLETE FREEDOM. I just grapped my camera and I started clicking. Maybe the best scene I have seen in Qatar.

Story and photograph by Polyvios Kyritsis 

I wonder what always attracts me to the sea side on the Doha Chroniche in Qatar. Is it the waters, the waves, the skyline or the wonderfully lit up traditional dhows sailing along the sea coast? The cool breeze evening between September to April are the best times to visit the sea side for a stroll or a jog or simply sit and wonder along looking at silent sea and do nothing. I often stop by the sea and introspect. This is where I end up finding answers to the questions that are otherwise hard to find a solution. I make it a point to always carry my camera and take a lots of pictures every time I visit. One such picture I had taken some time back I have attached to this story, which also tells a story I guess. I am no my way to The Silent Sea to write another story…want to join me?

In Doha’s Souq it’s easy to cross many wheelbarrows and my son goes crazy for them! His grandpa used to take him around in one of those for fun, so we all love how the porters invite him for a ride every time he approaches them. Just another small sign of how much kids are welcome here.

Story and photograph by Quaero

I’m deeply in love with my passport.

It’s a very attractive, with a very unattractive photo of me on the first page. But what best thing lies within are the treasured memories of stamps and visas to wonderful places that I never thought I’d be lucky enough to visit. The few remaining blank pages — which seem so bare and vulnerable — are calling out to me, each one bursting with possibility.

Becoming an expatriate in Qatar means figuring out how to turn this foreign country into a home. Of course I spend a great deal of time in this host country, deciphering the unspoken rules of behaviour, struggling to understand the language, and generally going about the business of building a life. But one of the most amazing part of being an expat is discovering the unknown attractive corner of  Qatar — just begging to be explored — right outside this new front door.

Story and photograph by Boeyt Atanoso

It is not the shoes that you walk in that matter; it is how you walk in your shoes that make a difference.

Stand up on our feet, look ahead in front of us and take a giant leap forward in our lives. Slip on shoes, tie the laces, walk forward. Such a simple daily routine that we do not even think about it, but the ways in which we move in the world tells a story of how we grow as individual.

This pair of shoes has been a part of my journey in Qatar, which leads me through both ups and downs, where the end result always gave me a lesson to learned and made me a better person. Probably my favorite pair of shoes, they were comfortable and brings me protection like no other pair could. I always had total assurance in my footing and I know that gave me more confidence as an engineer. 

But no matter what shoes we have, wherever we are, there is one reality that will always stay the same: How we choose to handle life is very much like how we handle our shoes. We can choose to run away in times of failure and move forward with clumsy, limited strides. Or, we can lace up those shoes, tie them tightly and walk forward with confidence. Even though we may still trip and fall anyway, it isn’t the shoes themselves that define the journey; it’s the pair of feet who wore them, stand us tall and make the journey something worth treading.

Story and photograph by Boeyt Atanoso

The picture was taken from the third floor of Texas A & M University at Qatar at Education City. When I walk through the building and look outside, this is the place which captivates me a lot. I had always a long desire to take the pic of this view from the top and finally I did it! It makes me delightful to think how Qatar is stepping towards a new civilization with the light of education spreading everywhere. 

A general question that would come up after watching this pic would be, “Is the book trying to resemble something?” Not exactly – It’s the place where books usually reside – the library. To be more precise, it’s the place where the library is: a university – on the heart of Education City – VCUQatar. It has been only one month since I have joined the university but it’s not only the university which I love but the entire Education City where different ethnicities meet one other and get the best education in addition. More than that, it seems to me as a way to new civilization. What do you say?