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The Qatar Underbelly: A Friday morning walkabout in Muntazah

Mostafa Sheshtawy, a photo journalist, has lived here all his life, and grew up in a different Qatar, in the 90s. He visits the areas of his childhood in this new series for JustHere.
This week, he goes to Muntazah, the area that housed his primary school.

“The contrast of yellow (walls) and green (trees) was lovely; the houses maintain their rusticity. I also saw a lot of neglect, which was all the more jarring against all the new constructions in the neighbourhood.

“The open doors, the narrow alleys, the look on people’s faces when they saw me walking with a camera like a tourist was priceless. The unasked question was floating in the space between them and me: ‘What is he doing here?’ But there was a stillness about the place, and you could hear the birds, till a machinery in a worksite nearby came alive.”

  • A rural quaintness in a bustling city. A shop and a home nestled together. A rural quaintness in a bustling city. A shop and a home nestled together.
  • And the constant tussle between the old and the new; the shiny and the dull. And the constant tussle between the old and the new; the shiny and the dull.
  • Even the scanty branches are enough to provide shade for these narrow alleys. Even the scanty branches are enough to provide shade for these narrow alleys.
  • When you face west towards Mecca, even the streets are good enough for prayer. When you face west towards Mecca, even the streets are good enough for prayer.
  • This was my primary school back in the early ’90s. Those grounds and classrooms are now the homes of a low-income expatriates. This was my primary school back in the early ’90s. Those grounds and classrooms are now the homes of a low-income expatriates.
  • Decrepit and forgotten, these corners mark their time till a bulldozer finds its way to them. Decrepit and forgotten, these corners mark their time till a bulldozer finds its way to them.
  • Even the bleak windowless walls show a hint of the lives being lived within. Even the bleak windowless walls show a hint of the lives being lived within.
  • As I walk through the streets of my childhood, I see doors open… almost a welcome. As I walk through the streets of my childhood, I see doors open… almost a welcome.
  • Just around the corner, the construction cranes carry a message. This place shall change too. Just around the corner, the construction cranes carry a message. This place shall change too.
     
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