Muslims Love Killing Muslims, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. one community that loves killing its own Muslims hate prone each one killing the other hearts made of stone Muslims love killing Muslims hate overblown historical enmity between two sparring brothers home grown lashing out at the soul of humanity like a disastrous cyclone the unborn Muslim child not yet a Shia not yet a Sunni lets out a moan in his mothers womb all alone the thought of coming to a hate filled world if he could he would postpone an Islamic tragedy unknown zone above his head flies an American drone mans sin his child will atone
D'monte street begins from this lane moving in towards Bandra Bazar Road not before a right from here brings you towards Chinchpokli that exits out at Bandra Hioll Road.
Where the lady is sitting selling Rakhis is the road that is called the Jain Mandir Road , right across from her is a tiny lane that takes you to the Jamatkhana ,Lucky Hotel and towards the Bandra Station Road.
Jain Mandir Road has the Shiv Sena Shakha and Dr Parmars clinic and the tailoring material selling shop, Bombay Genral and Bandra thread center. Also lined on either side are jewelry shops .
Where the Jain Mandir road ends , to the left of it from here is the road towards JJ Colony known as Jamate Jamuriya.On the right the lane touches Ram Mandir Daya Sagar Hanuman Mandir , the Shia Mehfil and heads onwards to Bandra Bazar Road.
. The word Bohra itself is derived from the Gujarati word Vehwahar, which is interpreted as "trading".
The Bohra elders who are are shop owners and residents of Bandra Bazar Road go about their work, they are born businessmen. You wont ever find them in street brawls or ever raising their voice. Most of the fame shops, hardware and paint shops belong to them. The undergarments and diaper and kids stuff shop too is owned by a young Bohra. The oasis of their spirituality is the Badri Mosque at Bandra Bazar Road.
I too have done Matam within the Badri Mosque, a few years back to the chant of Ya Hussain on the birthday of His Holiness Dr Syedna Mohammed Burhanuddin..
I was invited there by Akbar Bhai the owner of Something Sp…
Fucked Forever, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. he drank his life away thinking good times will last however saved nothing for a rainy day thought he was sharp shrewd and clever now homeless sleeping on the streets of despair life fucked forever
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I met Paul Douroux by chance and his comment on Anthony Poseys picture touched me, it was simplicity and sense in a world where critics of photography forget their own surroundings..a picture is not just a piece of technical detail it is much more ..I saw this man sleeping near Bandra and perhaps for a moment I thought I saw myself as I was a incorrigible alcoholic for several years ..so we all read pictures differently.. pictures shot by a man in Mumbai touch the chord of a man anywhere in the world as pain is indivisible , pain has no borders or frontiers..sometimes a comment becomes the story of our blog..
So with due respect to Paul I copy his comment as a tribute to our friendship..on Flickr.
The Furious Physician, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. a camera instead of a stethoscope the furious physician a blog instead of a prescription the furious physician diagnosing pain diagnosing ailments of the soul of society the furious physician
Taking you to Domnincan Republic Peru, Bagla Desh , India so many other countries the furious physician leper men children and women beggars drunks gays whores scattered ina worldly den the angst and anxiety of an American a Brooklyn jew the furious physician through images on your computer screen misery sorrow despair you see it over and over again hating what he shoots he who calls himself marziyas uncle glenn but someone has to shoot this to show you the other side of midnight the dark side of the moon a hell of an opium den so god chose the furious physician Dr Glenn Losack MD family and closest among my friends
The Grand Father, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. being a father was a great feeling and thought but becoming a grand father (grand mother) was god giving you another chance to see your children s childhood when he was a tiny tot memories that were lost now double fold you got beautifully caught a new dawn a new dream a new beginning on a vacant plot on your hearts soft spot as forget me not the grand child the father of man solving the Gordian Knot
The bhuta boy is a migrant from UP ..state of Uttar Pradesh in India, he dared to dream so he is here to make something of his life, I was once a fan of Ms Mayawati when she broke through a political challenge to crown herself the indisputable Queen of her State , but of late her narcissistic streak of building her statue and those of other Dalit leaders has put me of , the same money could be used to ease the burden of the poor. I am sure Dr Ambedkar and Late Mr Kanshi Ram would have thought of the poor , and money spent on their welfare..tributes are sheer form of wastage of the depleted public treasury..
If she made her state self sufficient why would her people rush to try their luck in Mumbai unless it was to become an actor..her love for herself is scary to say the least, statues are built of leaders in the hearts of their people , …