I’m only human
I am my self.
I’m the one who can decide.
I’m the one who breathe for my body.
I’m the one who survived for living.
I’m the one who will be buried alone.
I’m the one…
I’m the one…
Don’t judge me for being only human.
Who am I
My name is Haneen Turkistany, a young Saudi girl from Jeddah, born on 21st of May 1993, graduates of Islamic arts from King Abdulaziz University,
and I’m a creative creature who is :
@shababhubshow co-host at MBC group.
Creative Director.
Portrait Photographer.
Professional Profoto Assistant.
@moshkhmt creator.
Ps: I’m an animal lover, and a fit person who eats everything.
The burberry bag
Third of March 2019, minutes before midnight while I was getting ready to sleep, I looked at the new Mineral grey Burberry bag next to my bed and it hits me!…I’m not sure if it’s because of the excitement about something new or the fact that I’ve become more mature!.
Well..for a while now I was kinda whining about some financial stuff like there’s a lot of bills to pay, responsibilities to handle, and not being able to enjoy my monthly income, which I’m so happy to work hard for…
I thought I wasn’t happy, or not completely satisfied about what’s happening now, but the truth is, when I started writing about it, I realized how much I love the way my life is going now more than ever, where I can work in a field that I’ve always dreamed of, where everyone I work with appreciate who I am, where everything I do, I do it perfectly, how much I can proudly be about supporting my mother with everything for our family, where I can live in my own rules.
Yes!, I call my self blessed and I thank god for everything happened to me before and what’s gonna happen next, I’m blessed to have them, to be surrounded by the stars, I’m blessed that I’ve got through all of the disappointment and loss in my journey, I’m blessed to be alive,I’m blessed to be..Me.
The gates between us
May I have your attention please, this is the final call for flight number 1028 to Riyadh…
Oh, the love of airports !.
The most important destination in traveling.
Why do you say? let me tell you.
Sunday morning 24th of Feb 2019, at 10 am, here I am sipping my iced caramel macchiato at King Abdulaziz international airport’s Starbucks, waiting for my flight to Riyadh for another Profoto workshop, looking at the different types of travelers.
One, the lost and have no idea what’s gonna happen but leaves it for fate, like the one sitting behind me.
Two, the businessmen, always in their most favorite suits, sunglasses, laptop, and of course the headphones.
Three, the I travel a lot but still get nervous each time I walk through that gate, yeah, that’s me!.
Four, the on a vacation big family, you can never miss them, all over the place mom, the tour guide dad, crying babies, and the aunt or uncle who just wants to be there.
And last but not least, the great survivors, the heroes in their families, the hard workers, the immigrants.
Yes, this is the airport, the bridge between experiences, the place where all the cultures meet, where you can find all types of people, and of course the final call for shopping before the plane.
Let us love
Their love was the purest, they never let the infants have it.
They lost their loved ones, so they decide that love will never be.
And as they forgot the taste of love, they forgot what life is all about.
It’s not only for two, but it’s also for every soul that has the beat to feel it.
It can be true, but can’t it be right?.
Someone once said ” Love is blind “, the truth is, love can show you what people are made of, it can show you who really knows you, who can be there for you, and who you truly are.
Let us have it we say, let us feel it, let us, love.
Back in time
For the last couple of weeks, I’ve worked on everything but my self, and every time I think about doing some creative things for me I end up with an art block full of depression.
2 days ago it came to my mind how I overthought about it and how I was feeling so thrilled when I was just doing stuff for me, not for people’s opinion, or what I should and shouldn’t post.
and I remembered this…
Almost ten years ago, after Jeddah’s flood, I asked mom’s friends to go with them with the Sudi Red Crescent on their Volunteering campaign as a beginner photographer.
I used my first DSLR camera Nikon D60, technically it was mom’s camera but she never used it so…anyway.
I checked my old hard disk hoping to find the old pictures I took, and there it was…
I realized they weren’t just pictures, it was how I saw life back then.
Haneen Turkistany 