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A Sufi tribute to Lalbaugcha Raja Some people come with a wish. Some come with gratitude. And some arrive carrying a silence for which they have never found the right words. Mumbai had never been particularly interested in anyone’s grief. It had local trains to run, bills to collect, marriages to arrange, deadlines to meet, … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
A Sufi’s understanding of a woman who was simply feeling beautiful. The saree had been lying in her wardrobe for quite some time. A pale green silk with little golden leaves scattered across it, and a red border that caught the light rather beautifully. She had bought it because she liked it. There had been … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
By the time Alina reached Cairo, the evening had already begun to soften. The city did not arrive all at once. It revealed itself the way old people tell stories—slowly, with pauses, with details that seemed unimportant until suddenly they were everything. First came the pale gold dust in the air. Then the traffic, restless … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
A Sufi story about the art of breathing, and the things we leave unsaid. 1. The Inheritance The first thing Alizeh Mirza inherited from her grandfather was a building in Karachi. The second was a parrot that knew three languages and used all of them to insult visitors. The third was a letter. The letter … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
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A story of Istanbul, quiet love, beautiful silences, and the extraordinary pleasure of simply being alive. There were twenty-three unread messages on Zara Mirza’s phone when she opened her eyes. Six were from London. Four from Dubai. Three from her office in Singapore. One was from an international architecture magazine asking whether she would con... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
A story of Hukam Rajāī — and the strange mercy of what did not happen The morning Meher was supposed to get married, her father polished his shoes twice. Nobody noticed. There were fifty-three people in the house, three caterers arguing in the courtyard, cousins carrying trays of jasmine from one room to another, a … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The House Where Nobody Left Hungry In Tehran, there was an old woman who set the table for seven people every Thursday night. She lived alone. Nobody in the neighbourhood knew why there were seven plates. They knew almost everything else about her. Her name was Pari Farrokhzad. She was seventy-two, wore lipstick even when going … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
By the third day of Ganesh Chaturthi, Mumbai had forgotten how to speak softly. Dhols rolled through the lanes. Children ran downstairs carrying modaks in steel plates. Women leaned over old balconies calling instructions nobody downstairs intended to follow. Marigold garlands appeared on doors that had spent the rest of the year looking tired. And... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Some people leave your life. They do not leave your prayers. The first time Meher saw Shahmeer, he was standing in her mother’s kitchen making tea as though he had inherited the house. That irritated her. Not because he was a stranger. Because he wasn’t. “Why are you still here?” Shahmeer looked over his shoulder. The yea... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The first voice note arrived at 2:13 in the morning. It was seventeen seconds long. There was jazz somewhere in the background, the soft clink of glass, and a man laughing far away. Then Faris said: “If I die before you, please don’t come to my funeral. You look terrible in white.” Maira Kazmi listened to … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
There were one hundred and seventeen clocks in the old man’s shop. Not one of them made a sound. This was the first thing Mehr noticed. The second was that the old man seemed entirely unconcerned that a woman in a cream silk shirt, ruined Italian shoes and a temper sharpened by forty-three unanswered messages … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
At 2:17 in the morning, Zara Mirza discovered that her husband was having an affair. At 2:18, she discovered something stranger. She had stopped breathing. Not medically. Nothing dramatic happened. No blue lips. No collapse. No ambulance cutting through the sleeping streets of Lahore. She was simply sitting on the bathroom floor of their house R... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
By nine-thirty that evening, there wasn’t an ordinary person left in the ballroom. Or so everybody thought. The hotel had closed its largest ballroom for three days to prepare for the concert. Four thousand white tuberoses had been flown in that morning. Brass lamps stood between arrangements of ivory roses. Hundreds of candles floated in ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
There was a crumpled piece of paper on the floor of the café. Nobody noticed it. Not the young man arguing softly into his phone.Not the woman taking photographs of her untouched coffee.Not the waiter who had walked over it perhaps six times. And certainly not Amaan. He had other things to notice. At thirty-eight, … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
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A Story of Baghdad, Loss, and the Strange Wealth of Gratitude It rained the night Shahmir Mirza lost his house. Not violently. Baghdad had seen enough violence in its lifetime to know that ruin did not always need thunder. Sometimes it arrived quietly. It fell upon old balconies, darkened the stone walls of the Mirza … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The morning Raza Sethi became immortal for the third time, his widow was standing barefoot in the kitchen, threatening a toaster. “I have survived twenty-seven years of marriage, three children, one funeral and six cholesterol reports,” Meher told it. “You cannot defeat me over half a slice of bread.” The toaster released the bread immediately. ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The first time Zarar was kind to her, nobody noticed. Not even Hania. It happened at 11:47 on a Tuesday morning, in a glass meeting room on the eighth floor of an office in Lahore where everybody spoke English when angry and Urdu when afraid. Hania was presenting the quarterly numbers. She was good at … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The city had believed it was becoming invincible. It had towers that recognised faces, homes that obeyed voices, cars that could find their own way, and giant screens that promised a more beautiful future every thirty seconds. From the eighteenth floor of his apartment, Faris Ahmed could see cranes lifting steel into the sky and … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
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Addison Johnson gehört zu jener Sorte von Country-Musikern, die daran erinnern, warum dieses Genre einmal so stark geworden ist: weil es Geschichten erzählt. Nicht Hochglanz, nicht kalkulierte Radioformeln und nicht das immer gleiche Spiel mit Trucks, Whiskey und großen Gesten stehen bei ihm im Mittelpunkt, sondern Menschen, Erfahrungen, Niederlage... mehr auf redaktion42.com
Mahnoor Siddiqui earned her living manufacturing emotions for other people. She was thirty-eight, lived in Lahore, and worked as the creative director of an advertising agency where twenty-four-year-olds wore black in June and used the word authentic in meetings without appearing embarrassed. Mahnoor could sell anything. She had made a ho... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Rapsody unterstreicht mit „God Gotta Afro“ erneut, warum ihre Feder zu den präzisesten und angesehensten im gesamten Hip-Hop-Genre zählt. Mit ihrem fünften Studioalbum God Gotta Afro & Gold Hoops knüpft die Rapperin aus North Carolina nahtlos an den Erfolg von Please Don’t Cry an. Über eine Spieldauer von knapp einer Stunde l... mehr auf whudat.de
The story of a modern dervish in Jaffna The train entered Jaffna as if it had been travelling towards an old memory. Beyond the window, the earth had turned red. Palmyra palms rose from it like thin, stubborn witnesses. Bicycles moved along narrow roads. Temple towers appeared briefly between houses and vanished again. The afternoon … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Maira Siddiqui earned her living by completing other people’s sentences. “I am an innovator.” “I am a woman of substance.” “I am building the future.” From a glass-walled studio in Lahore’s Gulberg, she created public identities for people who already had private ones—and often wanted nothing to do with them. Her company was called IAM. The &#... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
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At 8:17 on a Wednesday morning, Zara Siddiqui discovered that breathing could become an administrative task. Inhale for four. Hold for four. Exhale for six. Her therapist had taught her this. Unfortunately, nobody had taught her what to do during the remaining twenty-three hours, fifty-nine minutes and forty-six seconds of the day. “Zara!” Her... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
If you’re here for the English version, just sail a bit further down. Position: 70°59’ N, 8°32’ W Kurs: Südwest, später West Wind: NNE, kalt wie ein ungesagtes Wort See: Dunkel, schwer, ein metallisches Atmen Temperatur: 7–8 °C Bemerkung: Wolken... ... mehr auf aigantaigh.wordpress.com
The trouble began on a Sunday afternoon when Shahmeer Qureshi brought home a man nobody had invited. There were already fourteen people at the Qureshi house in Gulberg. Two cars stood half on the pavement because the driveway was full. The dining table had been extended for lunch. Somebody had ordered nihari from Mozang despite … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
By nine in the evening, the Siddiqui house in Gulberg looked exactly like a family that had been blessed by God. That was what everyone kept saying. “Mashallah.” “Mubarak ho.” “Allah aur de.” The words moved through the drawing room with the waiters carrying tea. There were white roses on the centre table, imported chocolates … ... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
The Prayer Between Two Floors Karachi did not rain politely that evening. The sea threw itself against Clifton, roads disappeared beneath black water, and lightning flashed over the city’s towers like a camera determined to expose what everyone had carefully concealed. On the twelfth floor of the Raza Grand, five hundred guests waited beneath impor... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
When Sultan Jalal-ud-Din married Zareen Banu, the empire celebrated for forty nights. Damascus sent brocades woven with gold. Isfahan sent carpets no ordinary feet were permitted to touch. From Samarkand came lapis bowls carved so thin that candlelight glowed through the stone itself. Poets exhausted their vocabulary comparing her face to the moon.... mehr auf sumitajetley.wordpress.com
Viele Unternehmen geben Millionen für Sponsoring aus – zum Beispiel bei der FIFA World Cup 2026. Doch eine neue Studie […]
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HAGENLOCHER PR begleitet Startups dabei, über ein Gründungs-Storytelling ein belastbares Kommunikationssystem für die Skalierungsphase zu entwickeln. “Wer skaliert, muss auch kommunikativ skalieren können”, Holger Hagenlocher, Inhaber HAGENLOCHER PR Viele Startups überzeugen mit einer starken Gründungsgeschichte. Doch genau dort, wo ... mehr auf pr-echo.de
Das Ikigai ist ein weiteres Framework, um den Purpose eines Teams, eines Start-up oder einer Person herauszufinden oder zu schärfen.
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Trends in Webentwicklung und -design kommen schneller, als unsere Kunden ihre Websites überarbeiten lassen wollen. Damit unsere Websites zukunftsfähig sind, müssen wir daher wissen, oder zumindest ahnen, wohin die Reise geht. Wir haben unsere Mitarbeiter gefragt, mit welchen Trends sie für dieses Jahr rechnen:... mehr auf blog.spark5.de
Web-Reportage, Multimedia-Storytelling, Longform, Scrollytelling - keine dieser Bezeichnungen hat sich allgemein durchgesetzt für eine Erzählform im Internet, die inzwischen nicht mehr nur von den großen internationalen, sondern auch von regionalen deutschen Medienhäusern eingesetzt wird. Ich habe in den letzten Monaten eine lange Liste an Beispiel... mehr auf stift-und-blog.de
Storytelling passiert zunächst in den Köpfen und dann in den Herzen. Machen wir uns nicht vor! Storytelling ist ein Buzzword. Die Methode durch Geschichten Menschen mittels Erzählungen zu informieren oder zu etwas zu bewegen wird bereits seit Jahrtausenden eingesetzt. Die…
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Liebe Blogleserinnen und Blogleser, ich lebe noch;-) Ja, ich weiß, dass ich mich die letzten Wochen hier –…
Der Beitrag Es ist angekündigt: Mein Storytelling-Buch! erschien zuerst auf ... mehr auf point-pr.de
