Mother and Her Son by Fatemeh Tajik

This poignant portrait captures a mother and her son amidst the harsh realities of life in a brick kiln. The photographer documents their daily struggle, highlighting the grueling labor and systemic poverty that define their existence. By focusing on the raw, unfiltered expressions of her subjects, the photographer brings visibility to those often overlooked by society. The image is award-worthy for its profound emotional resonance and its ability to transform a difficult social narrative into a powerful, dignified visual statement that invites the viewer to reflect on the human condition.

Mother and Her Son by Fatemeh Tajik
Light & Composition Photo of the Day

Fatemeh Tajik

REGISTERED PHOTOGRAPHER

Born in Iran in 1981, Fatemeh Tajik is a dedicated photographer based in her home country. With a career spanning three years, she specializes in travel, documentary, social, and news photography, often seeking to capture the authentic stories of the people she encounters. Beyond her lens, she is a multi-disciplinary artist who finds creative expression through painting and calligraphy. Her work has been featured in various group exhibitions and domestic festivals, reflecting her ongoing commitment to exploring new experiences and documenting the world around her.

8.7/20
RESONANCE
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76/500
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Award Reach | Reviews
4,499 views | 6 Reviews
Award Winner Photo of the Day
Award Date April 6, 2022
Value 13.0
Clarity 12.0
Composition 18.0
Style 13.0
Skill 13.0
Photograph Location
Tehran, Iran

Resonance Score Breakdown

Transparency in Award Scoring

Transparency Note: The resonance score (8.7/20) is calculated based on social engagement metrics collected before the award announcement.

Social Shares
2.6/5 points
520/1,000 Social Share
Page Views
5.0/5 points
4,499/2,500 Page View
Reviews
0.3/5 points
6/100 Review
Submissions
0.8/5 points
76/500 Submission
Jury Score: 69.0/80
Resonance Score: 8.7/20
Total Award Score: 77.7/100

Expert Photography Reviews · 6

Reflections on this Photograph
By Gabriel Ndidi

The Weight of a Hand

When I was seven, my mother would hold my hand while we walked to the market, her palm always rough from the scrub brush and the lye soap she used to clean our floors.

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By Rashid Noor

The Weight of Inheritance

How much of our identity is a choice, and how much is merely the dust we inherit from the hands that held us first? We often speak of legacy as something grand—a name, a fortune, or a monument—yet for most of human history, legacy has been far more tactile.

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