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Conflict Photography

Conflict photography is like war photography there are different types of them they are in black and white and they are even in colour they are on wars such as the situation on the ground in Aleppo

The photographer was covering the situation in Aleppo since August. When he first arrived there, he was taken to the Hullok and Hananu districts – areas that were subject to heavy bombing. Since then, he was expecting what was going to happen there. It was scary. The people here are divided over the war: some support the revolutionists, some don't. A large number of the population are desperate, they want this war to end; at least in the area controlled by the rebel fighters, which is constantly under heavy shelling and suffers from a lack of supplies. Most of the areas controlled by the rebels are working-class neighbourhoods. There is no place for them to go. They continue with their daily lives as far as they can, leaving everything in the hands of Allah. They call themselves martyrs and are open to sacrifice themselves. The battle for Aleppo is being fought with the city in ruins. On the front lines there is not a single house or building that remains without damage. Everything looks destroyed, shelled or burnt. It seems as though the Syrian leaders would rather destroy the city than give it up to the rebels. The Alawite militia, known as the Shabihas, terrorise the population and the rebels catch anyone suspected of being a spy or Shabiha. The most brutal situation that I have witnessed has been the shelling of civilian neighbourhoods. It has been indiscriminate. The bombs and mortar artillery can land anywhere at any moment. It is too dangerous to dare to stand on the street for any length of time. once went to the hospital to photograph victims of the shelling. There was not enough space, so all the wounded and lifeless bodies were just lying on the floor. I felt dizzy when I saw one child lying on the floor, weeping, bleeding from his foot while holding a coin in his hand. He was injured while queuing for bread and a mortar hit the bakery. He was terrified. When his mother came to find him he opened his hand, giving back the coin and said, " Please mum, don't send me out for bread again, I don't want to go and buy bread anymore." I think the work I am producing here is strong. I lived and studied at a monastery in India before becoming a conflict photographer and everything I see now is through the eyes of Krishna. This is my personal belief. I am just an instrument in this situation.