Sajda was born not too long ago. I can still remember the date. If I put my mind to it I could even remember the reason why it started and justify better its existence. What it is, though, is a collection of images and texts which, since flowing out of the same source, tend to share some attributes. The same content through different channels. The same air through different lungs. The same level at different tides. The same language through different tongues and the same horse through different rides.