The earth is my carpet. The sky is my ceiling. The stone is my pillow.

Dear Hayder , your portfolio has brought a tear to my eye for its honest documentation of the plight of many of our brothers and sisters . Apart from the journalistic value , your photos themselves although painful , are also beautiful and deftly executed . I thank you for the very generous feedback that you gave to one of my photos , since it has also led me to your wonderful work . 7/7

Best Regards

Jose

I try, not to use "nice" comments. Your images has a life in it a documentary, with an excellent technic and photography knowledge. All of this images has a story to tell a shameful story of a society, a governments the elite in power, the crumbling civilization. Your images is extremely graphic well seen, and I can't imagined, it can be better. Hat of to you, you are a real talent.

Cheers; Bela

Great image. I see a slice of the world in this. We do our thing. Some react. Some interact. Some do not notice. Some just pass by.  Some walk towards. Some walk away. 

Interestingly we can project our emotions on to this man. Is happy ? Is he sad? Who knows 

I don't know if he was happy or not, what I know is that he was very sick that, and for a man with out a home, that must be difficult. Regards