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Nizamuddin sits between a rock and a hard place in the heart of modern Delhi - desperately poor, this sufi community tries to keep its traditions alive while the harsh winds of fundamentalism blow hard about the youth. Again and again I returned there in the daytime and twice at night, sometimes feeling almost welcome, at other times as if I were walking among the Taliban.  

I apologize in advance for the raw feel of many of these pictures - those looking for the customary tenderness of my night photos from Vietnam and Cambodia will be disappointed but I hope these rough, hastily taken shots honestly reflect both my interest and my trepidation as I walked around...

Come, come, whoever you are.

Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.

It doesn't matter.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vow

a thousand times

Come, yet again, come, come.

(Sufi poem by Rumi)



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