Shaheen Shah

I qualified from Barnsley with a BAHons Interdisdicisplinary practice, I am an interdisciplinary artist specialising in digital, graphic design and textiles at university centre Barnsley, prior to that I attended Rcat and gained a foundation art and design diploma with merits, art and design, practical crafts level 1,2,3 , and much more , the digital side of my artwork was created based on the theme of sea life and underwater mysteries created using mixed media and final presentation in a digital format, I also did textiles and surface embellished pray mats and rugs soft furnishings based on the theme of Islamic architecture,

Zanib Rasool

Zanib Rasool MBE has worked 30 years in Rotherham. She is a poet and a writer, most of her work has been published in academic literature and key areas have been co-production, art methodology and research, language and literacy, culture, histories, and racism.

She has worked with the University of Sheffield on three collaborative participatory arts projects.The social, historical, cultural and democratic context of civic engagement: imagining different communities and making them happen,’ funded by ESR/AHRC Connected Communities programme. http://www.imaginecommunity.org.uk/the-cultural-context/

She was a researcher on the ‘Threads of time’, a co-produced participatory art project funded by AHRC’s Connected Communities Festival 2016: http://www.imaginecommunity.org.uk/threads-of-time-celebration-event/

Zanib was Community Co-I, AHRC funded project called ‘Taking Yourselves Seriously: artistic approaches to social cohesion’ and exploring ways in which artistic methodologies can support community-led research and engage with the voices of the community. https://takingyourselfseriously.blogspot.com/2017/11/

The Bus Ride Home  

Running out of school like a flock of sheep
Another horrid school day, thankfully over
I get to the bus stop and join my brothers
We stand at the back of the queue, it was safer that way as you did not get your
hair pulled or get punched in the back
If you were ethnic minority, you knew your position in the queue, like in life, at
the back
The injustice of it all, I have spent half of my life waiting at the end of the queue,
but no more
The bus arrives finally, 15 minutes late, slipping and sliding on a very icy road
My class fellows get on the bus when it’s our turn, the door slams quickly before
any of us got one foot on the bus
The half-empty
bus is driven away by a fat smirking, bulldog-looking
bus driver
The indignity of it all, made me think of the civil rights era when black people
were made to stand up on buses and give seats to white passengers
The anger heats my blood to a boiling point that I cannot feel the cold anymore
Each step I take in the snow makes my anger grow in to a volcanic explosion
My eyes burn from tears I hold back
We walk through Clifton Park, which looked picturesque, newly fallen white fluffy
snow on trees with icicles hanging on branches, a perfect Christmas card and
“joy to all men,” but I cannot really see the beauty of it today
The world at that moment was very ugly and unkind
An hour and half later we get to our street, tired, miserable, and cold
We walk in to our front room where a warm welcoming, amber red coal fire awaited us
Our little brother and sisters played in a corner, oblivious to the unfairness of life;
they would soon find out for themselves how cruel people can be. Racism never
goes away 

(Published in Living Literacies: Literacy for Social Change, 2020 by Pahl, K., and Rowsell, J., with Collier, D, Pool, S., Rasool, Z., and Trzecak)