The Gurdwara temple in Ghent sits quietly in a residential neighborhood , a place I had passed many times but never truly noticed. I had always been curious about the Sikh community, about who they are and how they come together. When I received permission from the Babaji, the spiritual leader, to document the temple, I decided to visit every Sunday for three months. Each week, I was welcomed as if I had always belonged there. 

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Before entering, I removed my shoes and covered my head with a piece of cloth  a simple act of respect that already made me feel part of something larger. At first, I didn’t take any photos. I wanted to understand the rhythm of the place, to get to know the people behind the rituals. I watched, listened, and slowly became part of their routine. They invited me to share their food and tea, and I often stayed behind to help clean the kitchen and wash the dishes. These small gestures created a sense of trust and familiarity. Inside this community, everyone is equal  there are no hierarchies, no judgments, only mutual respect. Documenting the Gurdwara became more than a project; it turned into an experience of connection. It reminded me that photography is not just about capturing images, but about being present, learning, and belonging.