It was dead silent, as these images speak louder than the most chaotic mind. Afraz was at a corner, staring at his favourite wall in this powerful room. He asked me - what is happening uncle Nashie? I told him we have lost our direction, succumbing to our entitlement, feeding our ego and soon, destroy ourselves. 10 minutes later he replied - not yet. It's as simple as that. I took my camera out and changed my focus point. The shot is now freezed, with a story to be told in time. He held my hand and we walked out of the exhibition, with a lighter heart and a mission. The seed is planted, the tree will grow, and the roots will anchor deep. The world will change.