Letters from a Jilted Lover
Asim Rafiqui
Pakistan is one of the most photographed but least seen countries in the world. Thousands of photographers have passed through here with eyes that are intense but narrow. As a consequence, it is also one of the least understood countries in the world.
Even its citizens have a troubled and contradictory relationship with Pakistan. They lament the state of the country but never stop believing in a better tomorrow. They are frequently overcome by despair, and yet continue to find ways to speak of possibilities. It is a relationship that is heartbreaking and yet ever faithful.
Even those who are forced by circumstance to leave or who live in self-imposed exile, cannot simply walk away, put away the feelings, stop the pain, or block the hopes. It is a turbulent love affair—and, for some, a destructive one.
We all keep coming back though. I keep coming back, looking, seeing, feeling, and making small, personal pictures that are each like a letter to a callous lover—gentle, complaining, asking for nothing, always offering myself, if Pakistan, my beloved, would only answer, only requite my affections.

