Khalik Allah is a feeling; a smell. I was raised on the trains, and on the roofs cutting school. The streets raised me, and for that I’m indebted. I owe the streets my voice, but some people speak through their eyes instead of their mouth. I do this for all children without parents, and for the parents that gave birth to still children. For me there was no option; film was the only way to go, it absorbs and not just duplicates. I’m twenty-seven but I feel about forty. Everything I do is from the Heart. I live my life in a way to exemplify the Father in Heaven. I take my pictures right where he placed me.