She skipped because her daughter did first. The joy was contagious—so was the courage.
In the absence of judgment, the inner child of a man grows wings—and flies.
My name is Abdul Wahab Saifee. I’ve spent years capturing quiet stories in light—yours may be next.
Thousands have seen my work—not for fame, but because they saw themselves in it. That’s why I keep the lens open—to reflect the beauty others miss.
For years, I’ve told stories—first through words, then through images. Along the quiet roads of life, from the lakes of Minnesota to faces that carry untold joys and sorrows, I’ve come to know that every person is a story waiting to be witnessed.
Tens of thousands have seen my work—not through headlines, but through the warmth of a shared moment, the stillness of light, or the honesty of a glance. Today, I do more than take portraits. I help others see the beauty in their own reflection. Through word and image, I honor the lives entrusted to me.
— Abdul Wahab Saifee
Behind every small joy is a quiet sacrifice—
his, a shoulder still hurting.
And he made it gladly, just to see his son smile.
I said it softly, with a smile:
“Even if you haven’t skipped before, today is the day.”
She answered—with both feet off the ground.
Action, Laughter, and joy