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...soulful melancholy in Mirwais' voice is the product of hard times. He may be only 13, but he has already suffered greatly, and this, he says, may have helped him capture the anguish that many Afghans have endured in the last 25 years of scorching battle and exile. "I sing what I feel," he says with a child's simplicity. His father was a famous musician who died when Mirwais was only 5 years old. The family had the misfortune of living in the Char-Deh neighborhood of Kabul on the front line between two warring commanders; as mortars...
...toddler, Mirwais showed no interest in music. It wasn't until he was 6, a year after his father's death, that anyone even heard him sing. According to Nur-ul-Haq, Mirwais had never hummed or whistled until the day when he climbed a pomegranate tree in the garden and sang to his mother. His voice was a revelation. She immediately apprenticed him to a music teacher, Ustaad Amin Jan Mazari, who listened to him and took him on for free. In the South Asian tradition of gurus and disciples, Mirwais lived with his teacher "like a son," recalls...
Quoc isn't with me today, but another translator tells me that the soldiers want to sing me a song. He stands close and recites the words in English as the soldiers sing. It is a song about the day "Uncle Ho" declared their country's independence in Hanoi's Ba Dinh Square. I hear these words: "All men are created equal. They are given certain rights; among these are life, liberty and happiness." I begin to cry and clap. These young men should not be our enemy. They celebrate the same words Americans do. The song ends with...
...soldiers ask me to sing for them in return. I am prepared for just such a moment. Before leaving the U.S., I had memorized a song called Day Ma Di, written by students in South Vietnam who are against the war. I launch into it con gusto, feeling ridiculous but I don't care. Vietnamese is a difficult language for a foreigner to speak and I know I am slaughtering it, but everyone seems delighted that I am making the attempt. Everyone laughs and claps, including me. I am overcome on this, my last...
...Foster, director of Sydney's Australian Centre for Photography, that he decided to base an exhibition around them. "It set me thinking about the fact that we don't talk much about our nearest neighbors," says Foster. While Blackmore's 25 startling yet often poetic images, of scenes from sing sings to AIDS wards, provide a social context for the raskols in "PNG" (the show opens this week), it is Dupont's 30 portraits that are more likely to challenge the way Australians see their neighbors. As well as flaunting hand-made guns and machetes, these criminals proudly wear Rugby...