Monday, July 9, 2007

Tasbih Selling Malang

I met him for the first time here at Jaorah Hussaintekri with his wife, he is an all rounder he does dua tawiz , which means he exorcizes , gives you spirtual help to ward of evil spirits.
After this we kept meeting at Ajmer Sharif, he is also a devotee of Peersaab Fakhru Miya of Hujra No 6 with whom I stay during the Urus.
He and I do the Kaif the Sufi dance , we both go into a trance.
This happened last year at Char Yar at Kapil Agarwals gemstore stall.

I shoot Tasbihs too !

from wikipedia
In Islam, prayer beads are referred to as tasbih, and contain 99 beads, corresponding to the 99 Names of Allah. Sometimes only 33 beads are used, in which case one would cycle through them 3 times to equal 99. Use of the tasbih to count prayers and recitations is an evolution of (Holy Prophet )Muhammad's practice of using the fingers of his right hand to keep track. While in pretty wide use today, some adherents of Wahhabism shun them as an intolerable innovation, preferring to stick to the exact method believed to have been used by the Prophet.

The Shias do Istikhara on Tasbihs too...

The Healing powers of Tasbih
And just as using beads for prayer is a long-standing tradition, so is healing with beads. Throughout history cultures have used gemstones and wood for healing. Dr. Robert Frost, a physician in Basel, Switzerland, recently studied the scientific properties of these gems and woods and created a method of testing woods and gemstones that reveals their healing properties in scientific terms (Frost). In his clinical work, Dr. Frost discovered that using the correct gemstone or wood could reduce pain, prevent allergic reactions, improve coordination and even increase muscle strength.

To give some examples; Tiger-eye is traditionally used to enhance understanding and strengthen belief. It is healing to the stomach area and is often used to assist with problems of the kidney, pancreas, liver, small intestine or stomach. It has also been found to have a calming effect on people who hold it.

Turquoise keeps the feeling of unconditional love in one's heart and helps one feel more connected with Allah. It also assists in the digestion of proteins and thus aids digestion. Turquoise also helps draw out negative feelings such as envy or anger from a person. It assists in healing ailments of the thyroid, throat, ears, neck and respiratory system. It can also help to combat allergies or heart problems.

Beads of amber can help lift the heaviness of burdens, amethyst can be spiritually uplifting or heal the stomach or liver, and black onyx helps one to change bad habits. There are many books and websites that speak about the healing power of gems. Beware in your search, as some sites are mystical and foreboding. But there are an equal number of scientific books and websites that offer information on gems to the general public.

The healing power of wooden prayer beads is often in their scent, which is released and revived with usage. The scent of rosewood is traditionally used for nervous tension, frigidity, and headaches. It also assists the immune system, helps to fight viruses and regenerate cells. It is good for jet lag and skin inflammations and has the ability to relax a person without making them drowsy.

Beads made of sandalwood emit a scent that has been used for healing since the time of the prophet. Sandalwood is an antidepressant, antiseptic, insecticidal, and sedative wood. It can assist in the healing of cells and is used to assist the immune system in any healing process or to prevent illness.

In the Tafseer of Ibn Juzayy, it is said that the Prophet Mohammad(sallallahu alaiyhi wassallam) said in a message from Allah, “I am in my slaves opinion of Me and I am with him when he remembers Me. If he remembers Me in himself, I remember him in My self.” For this reason and the reason of easy transport, prayer beads are a popular gift from one Muslim to another. With a little more thought, this gift can be physically uplifting as well as spiritually.

By Karima Burns, MH, ND
Courtesy IslamOnline (

They are most commonly made of wooden beads, but also of olive seeds, ivory, pearls or plastic.

The Sufi Tea

The Sufi Tea
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1
The Sufi tea is oneness with God through a liquid state.
This is not the alcohol high.
This tea is made on a Sigdi mud stove or on the fires of the Dhuni .
The milk is placed in the utensil a few chants in praise of Hazrat Ali .
The milk simmers , when it comes to boiling point the tea leaves are sprinkled into the
ocean of hot milk.
Again allowed to a certain time gap huge dollops of Amul butter are thrown into the hot tea adding a greasy gracefullness.
The teas is than poured into a kettle through a cloth sieve , served in greasy glasses, the first cup to the Peersaab..who raises a toast Nare Hyderi the crowd boisterously reply Ya Ai , now the minions can have the tea.. the taste remains for a long time , in the meant ime the hashish chillum rounds continue , stories of various Urus , tales , old memories , nostalgia bought about by the heady combo of a strange spirituality the Sufi tea and the 14 goli chillum...


The cart at the back, the shadows on the floor , its a hot day add a chapter ear marked of the story of man.
He knows nothing about the internet.
Ask him who is the Prime Minister of the country.?
He will reply Hunger.
Ask him who is the President of the Country ?
He will reply Thirst.
He knows nothing as a beggar he has lost his birthright as man.
He is a zoological biological animal.
Yes I shoot beggars add it as poetry to my anthology of pain.
The war in Iraq , the kidnapping of the English girl in Nigeria, the terrorism sponsored by radicals, the Glasgow bomb affair, nothing bothers him, he is too is interconnected , wired to a supreme being..his window opens each morning when he sets out to beg, another window opens , when somebody drops a few coins in his battered utensil, you go close by , ask him how did this happen , that bought you down to earth.. a window opens cannot be displayed, refresh try again, go back to the earlier site..
You make another attempt ..this times the screens goes buzznet black..beggar will be back shortly..
But you wont give want to leave a comment on his page , you have nothing else to do, and luckily the asshole who is posting this is not showing our Muslim woman in a hijab sleeping like him, crippled and begging otherwise you would have to give vent that it is the fucked white western man that has done us in.. us means Muslims.,
Today is your day off so you dont have to shoot tazbis, again camera in hand you come closer , through the ninja folds of your hijab you take another pot shot..
this time it says very clearly SERVER CANNOT BE FOUND...

server a somnolent god
cannot be found
he wanted to save humanity
he got caught in the floods
luckily he did not drown
a world he made of whites
blacks yellows and browns
wise men and all stupid women
preachers as clowns
cities as graveyards
crematoriums as towns
sucked names nouns and pronouns
anti humanity
we thus announce
what god fuck
our own parentage of mankind
we openly renounce
silence of the lambs
slaughtered to appease a god
bleeding throttled poems as sounds
seeking the moon
with his ears touched to
scorched famine infested ground
to save our bodies
our souls we impound

A Mother Possessed

Dont ask me what is possession.
Whether it is satanism.
Whether it id devilry.
All I know it is a sordid situation of a human mind captured in orbit , non functionable unaware of reality surrounding it.
I think much of this vooodoo , shamak stuff is to entrap minds into emptying out their life's savings.
At Hussain Tekri Jaorah I was shooting Pain , I did not take the picture readings of a light that fell on this pain.The pain I shot was not only people possessed but the pain of their parents, the pain of their children.
Actually the child is not aware of this sudden change in the mothers mind and her physical faculties , but he knows something is wrong that is why they have come her to invoke a sleeping God to wake him up from his slumber , so they can get their earlier better mom back..
This one is a selfish mom..
A poet at Poemhunter commented on my poem that I suffered from a fatalism of religion..
What could I tell him that relgion is a aphrodisiac for flaccid limp souls...where monuments built by labourers with their sweat of their brow become larger than Man..
Houses of God too have been inflitrated by corrupt ideology, corrupt preachers , I fail to understand Jehad , go fuck kill yourself why take innocent people to your instant satanic paradise..but to sensationlize a losing cause , the bigot does anything.
The one thing that needs to be done is remove the authority of God from Man..
I heard a voice of the atheist he says why not remove God from Man..
So it goes on , the hunter and the hunted both are Man.
A theocratic state yet the Muslim man is bound in chains, rob rape carry drugs they behead you , but kill others , create havoc , you are lauded as Osama Bin Laden the soldier of God...
Here no punishment against Sharia..
The most corrupt race is those who corrupt through false preachings, preachings of Hate..for all Mankind , save those that are its followers..
The Glasgow incident the Bangalore connections its horrifying to say the least , if learned men can be polluted than God save the man on the street who for a single meal would slit the throat of his own mother...
Yes it is a bad lesson , silence everywhere in the Islamic World only one thing remains the call of the Muezzin..
Allah Ho Akbar ...
On the cybernet the chant is worse than a serpents bite.. that divides Islam, killing a thought from within..urging others to kill Shias ..kill the moderate Muslim
This cybernetic Hate one day will be a greter curse than what has happened at the Lal Masjid.. It is not just Pornography on the Internet that destroys but only the flesh, the soul is also at the mercy of such radical elements..paid for by petro wahabbi dollars spokesmen for the Talibans.,.. Yes Allah Ho Akbar,, This is what I read when I read with my inner eyes words on water running as acid to corrode the values of all men.

Old is Gold

Old is Gold
Originally uploaded by firozeshakirphotographerno1
My father was a very polished gentleman, late Mohomed Shakir Esq .
He was a migrant or runway from Lucknow.
He told me later in life that he belonged to the race of Moghul Pathans.
He went to Lucknow simply once in his life time to get married to my mother.
He went the last time to bury his mother Late Khurshed Baji of Vazir Ganj.
He was a romantic a cross between Clarke Gable and Raj Kapoor the old time star of Indian cinema.
My father never scourged, never cut his forehead, stayed away from anything that would mess his attitude to life.He was not against all this as he allowed me to scourge , I was the only one who did this from the age of 12 at Kaiser Bagh or Babaralli Imambara at Bhendi Bazar with a Khoja friend Firoze Badami.
My dad was back bencher but always sat at a Lucknow hyped Sabil called Imamiya Sabil.. that was founded by his Mamu , uncle late Maqbool Bhai
My dad year after year would have Khichda prepared at the Sabil on Ashura day , we kids to supervise the sacks of wheat , cereals and other stuff so that the khansama or cook did not pilfer the same..
These are memories of my Dad.
He never interfered with our lives.He was deeply hurt when my sister married a Hindu boy,he never get over it, he did not mind when another sister married a Sunni guy..or when one of my brothers married a Roman Catholic girl who converted to Islam..
He was not alive when my kid brother married a Hindu Brahmin , so this is how tolerant he was,he saw my boozing spree that hurt him the most, I was the eldest but a woman if he loved more than his own daughters was my wife Afshaan, she was from his Lucknow..she was younger than my older sister, and dad was not there when we got married in Lucknow.. my mom got me married to tie me like a bull on heat to the lamp post of the family farm..he called my wife affectionately Dulhan.. or Bride all his life he never called her by her name .
My dad's passing away was a great blow to my mom Shamim Shakir, within the following year she died of diabetic complications both lie buried side by side at Rehmatabad Shi cemetery in Mumbai.
Being a god looking man charming my dad was vulnerable ,the other woman never let my dad get congugal peace..between the lip locked graves of my mom and dad lies the remains of a woman whose bones I told the grave digger not to disturb but let it lie at both their feet..this was when we were burying our mom...
So when we go to say Fatiha on their graves at Shabbarat the Shia All Souls Day we are also saying a Fatiha to the Other woman the bane of a married indian Man.. most of the times..

Think Poem Hunter Think

Mans rise and Fall
The Bed ..
Born of flesh
fucked in the head
by the time he solves the puzzle
he is frickin dead
all that he leaves behind
is his seminal spots
his masturbative memories
his post marital piss potted
on the sanitary pad like
absorbent bed
which when the next occupant
who humps your wife
the shortcomings
of your short story
will be told
when she gives him head
who the fucks says
man only lives by bread
there is serpent lying satisfied
a smirk ..
right beneath your dispossessed bed
because of fuck words
this poem at poemhunter
wont be read
fuck censorship
fuck freedom of expression
trampling over
the foetus of creativity
as you move ahead
think poem hunter think
your fucked sanctimonious
or are the radicals the saudis are filling you coffers
poets of erotica..
along with their bed
premature dead graveyard of poets of Erotica
Please do not submit poems contain words like; fu.k, cu.t etc.
Poems contain these kind of words will be removed.

The Shia Gladiator/ Being Saif

The Kashmiris who come to celebrate Chehlum, are young youth, already scarred with problems back home, instabilty in their lives the search for Peace, everlasting Peace , radicals mushrooming their Hate , cross border terrorism add to the agony.
I am very fond of this Kashmiri contigent wherever I see one even as far as Kolkatta.
We have them in Mumbai , they stay in Yaqoob Gully, a lane touching Bohri Mohalla and Chor Bazar.
The Kashmiris were born beautiful..period.
We had chosen a Kashniri girl for our last unmarried son Saif Shakir , but the girls relatives in Mumbai did not get back to us after a verbal proposal.
Saif wants to get married after Moharam, he says he has waited far too long.So once again my wife will go to Lucknow for the final countdown.
I have also spoken to kindly Nawab Jaffar Mir Abdullah of the scion of the royal Nawab family of Lucknow to help my wife in this regard.The Nawab saab is an impeccably well preserved gentleman , well read, and very fond of me, we met for the first time this year at Ashura in Lucknow.
Actually I am the dreamer of the house I thought of Saifs future wife from Hyderabad , but wife put her foot down , for her the Adab the Tehzeeb and the langauage of Lucknow is something you can only see and get in Lucknow.So this is a Shia mothers mind.
In Mumbai luck has not helped , the Isthikhara , future seen on a Tazbi or by the Mullah always disfavours Saif..
I am writing all this to tell you that life for an eligible Shia bachelor is not hunky dory.
Maybe Saif is not romantically adventurous as I was , he has pickled the best of him for his wife to be...