14/10/2026
This morning, I learned that the beloved Bibi Kai Kalash passed away, leaving a huge void for those who knew her, near and far, including myself. I've had the joy of not only photographing her over the years but also being adopted as her grandson. We didn't speak the same language, but we shared a special connection that went beyond the lens.
Photographed by many prominent photographers worldwide, her images touched countless souls, traveling from her village to homes and galleries around the world. She looked at every viewer with her piercing, quiet and intense green eyes, and possessed a personality that towered over anyone I've known.
I will never forget the first time I met her in 2012. Before leaving for Kalash for the Joshi festival, I researched the Kalash community. Bibi Kai's photos frequently appeared because many photographers worldwide, including those from National Geographic, had photographed her. So my mission was not to capture the festival itself, but to meet and photograph her. I took a printout of one of her photos from the internet, and the search led me to Rumboor, where she lived and ran a hotel. She came out, looked intently and shook my hand, and I proceeded to photograph her. This was the beginning of a very special bond, and the last time I met her in October 2016, she adopted me as a grandson.
If I had to choose only one image that represents my work, it would be her portrait. I have no words to describe how grateful I am to her for having such a profound impact on my life.
She lived a long life, and was a symbol of kindness and pride in one's identity and culture. She will be forever missed by her family and friends.
