The spring season is back in the United Kingdom. This season is beyond amazing. It is that time of year when we see withered trees silently coming back to life. The gradual transformation is something that reminds one of the famous: A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Noticing the blooming of daffodils and tulips is such a refreshing experience that stirs one’s soul and leave a person amazed at the beauty of nature. I am thankful to Allah for blessing me with an opportunity to witness this natural beauty.
I am not a visual person. Even in my research work, incorporating graphics or illustrations remain an uphill task. I can write endlessly but when it comes to adding visuals I feel mentally paralyzed. Due to this irritating handicap, I consider myself a challenged photographer.
Changing position or angle to capture that perfect shot is something beyond me. So, I remain contend by taking linear pictures using my cellphone without making much efforts.
Despite my handicap, I have soft spot for nature and I am always more than willing to walk an extra mile to capture nature’s wonder. I have also developed a habit of uploading pictures of beautiful natural settings on Instagram with some random thoughts as captions in Arabic.
Once I uploaded a picture on the platform and it became an instant hit as it showed one of those areas, which are very popular for their outstanding natural beauty.
When I came home my brother casually told me “Hatoon, usually when you take pictures from me you mention and tag me, why this time you didn’t?” I was shocked, what is he talking about? I took this picture myself using my cell phone, but I know myself, I tend to forget a lot. So, I though he might have send it to me by WhatsApp and I thought I took it. So I checked twice but I was assured its mine because of the automatic location allocation.
Anyway, it took me a while in convincing my brother that I did not violate any copyrights.
This incident, while it seems very simple and insignificant, and my brother would never get mad at be because of a picture, but it made me think a lot. How many people have we been unfair to and thought badly about them without even seeking clarification from them? We tend to believe that we should be smart enough to understand people’s behavior and that always giving people endless excuses is naive and we should be smarter, but what if we had been unfair to people whom we care about? Is it really worth it? Is being smarter more important than proper understanding? We should think over this issue.
