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Moghul Masjid Where God Lives

Moghul Masjid Where God Lives, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. reflected in the fountain
gods bounty his munificence
among all other things
where there is darkness
hope he brings
to those fallen
a new set of wings
bigotry hatred
narrow mindedness
out of the window
he flings
the bul bul
on the branches
his songs sing
shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
truly a king of kings

Baqar Nasser and Me and Moghul Masjid

Baqar Nasser and Me and Moghul Masjid, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. The Juloos was behind us inching close towards its final destination Imamiya Masjid via the Iranian was from here I moved towards my favorite mosque to shoots its interiors ..Moghul Masjid is Gods Paradise on earth, the only Shia mosque with a very rich Iranian heritage and influence on the Shias of Mumbai..

Every tile has a story to tell, every wall of the mosque is a narrative by itself , Moghul Masjid where Shia boys became men in one night , cutting their backs in the courtyard during Shabedari.. the blissful fountain in which they washed the alams and their zanjeers and their kamas.

Moghul Masjid Ashura afternoon the smell of khichda, the huge thalis served by the Iranian men to the public,, the majlis of Athar Saab every night during Moharam the hot cups of Kava at Khushali the Iranian tea shop.

Shia teenagers life would be devoid of Moharam excitement without Mogul Masjid , yes t…

The Sword Matam of Mumbai

The Sword Matam of Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I am inches away from the blade lying on my back, one wrong move me my camera wont exist no more..but I am lucky so far..
A few years back a flying blade cut open my eye lid flap but I survived.
Last year a blade accidentally cut my wrist but it healed..

My only wound inflicted on my right hand during Chehlum in Delhi cut my tendon, thereby making my right hand partially useless, I type with one finger of this hand which is now shaped like the closed hood of a striking cobra..

But it has been a blessing in disguise opening doors among a secretive snake bound sect of Malangs at Ajmer, these Malangs are like Naga Sadhus..they carry cobra antidote, and other such paraphernalia.They hold Hazrat Ali as their patron saint.

I have done the sword matam only once ..

But among the sword matamdars Jalal Mamu of Byculla Habib Nasser are the most precision hitters , there are others too in Mumbai ..

The sword matam is quintes…

The Sword Matam of Mumbai

The Sword Matam of Mumbai

The Color We Chose

The Color We Chose, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. the color we chose
on our soul
as on our clothes
it grows
ya ali
ya ali
ya ali
the whole wide
world knows
through out blood
sweat and tears
it shows
on the soul of humanity
a shia tear
that froze
a door of wisdom
a door of knowledge
will never ever close
ya ali
ya ali
ya ali
in our poems
as in our prose
wide awake
even in repose
ghame hussain
a river of blood
from karbala
into our hearts it flows
hussain is humanity
of a crimson rose

Ya Ali Madad

Ya Ali Madad, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Naadey Ali! Nade Ali!
Naadey Aliyyan
Mazharal Ajayeb
Tajidahu Aunun Laka Finnwaeb
Kullu Hamin wa Gamin Sayanjali
Bi Wilayatika
Ya Ali! Ya Ali! Ya Ali!

ya ali madad
he says
through ali
by ali
for ali
of allahs grace
always always
allah ho akbar
allah be praised
ya ali madad
a protective shield
on our souls he has placed
we may lose our way
but ya ali madad
brings us out of drakness
in all ways
ya ali madad
ya ali madad
ya ali madad
the soul
of all our prayers
with moualah ali
the door of wisdom
the door of knowledge
who our lives through
the hardest time repairs
man kunto maulah
ali maulah ali maulah
our hearts our souls
we bare ..
shias no demonic despot
could scare

Shah-E-Mardaan, (King Of The Brave)
Shair-E-Yazdaan, (The Lion Of God)
Qoowwat-E-Parwardigaar (The Strength For God)
La Fata Illa Ali, (There Is None Like Ali)
La Saif Illa Zulfiqaar (There Is No Sword Like Zulfiqaar)

What Media Wont Shoot a Photo Blogger Shoots

What Media Wont Shoot a Photo Blogger Shoots, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. its all about
culture heritage
ones roots
what media
wont shoot
a photo blogger shoots
bare assed feet no shoes
no slippers or boots
sharing on the cyberspace
what his minds eye
via viewfinder loots
a tailor
who stitches trousers
shirts and suits
sare jahan se accha
hindustan hamara
he pictorially moots
serving to you
his labors fruits
call him a shia pandit
call him a hindu muslim
he is what he is
human to the core
his blogs his pursuits
barefeet blogger of mumbai
from pillar to post
he commutes
with your beliefs
with your religiosity
he has no disputes
pedestrian verse
street photography
as off shoots
connected to your
arterial cyber soul
via flickr facebook twitter
he computes

photo shot by techno dude baqar bro..
searching for a shia girl to marry..nothing less
nothing more a shia samurai hardcore

Shooting 21 Ramzan..Barefeet Blogger of Mumbai

Taboot of Hazrat Imam Ali 21 Ramzan

Taboot of Hazrat Imam Ali 21 Ramzan, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

Alī ibn Abī Ṭālib (Arabic: علي بن أﺑﻲ طالب; Transliteration: ʿAlī ibn Abī Ṭālib, /ʕaliː ibn ʔæbiː t̪ˤɑːlib/13th Rajab, 24 BH–21st Ramaḍān, 40 AH; approximately October 23, 598 or 600[2] or March 17, 599 – January 27, 661[4]) was the cousin and son-in-law of the Islamic prophet Muhammad, and ruled over the Islamic Caliphate from 656 to 661. Sunni Muslims consider Ali the fourth and final of the Rashidun (rightly guided Caliphs), while Shi'a Muslims regard Ali as the first Imam and consider him and his descendants the rightful successors to Muhammad, all of which are members of the Ahl al-Bayt, the household of Muhammad. This disagreement split the Muslim community into the Sunni and Shi'a branches.[1]

Most records do indicate that during Muhammad's time, Ali was the only person born in the Kaaba sanctuary in Mecca, the holiest place in Islam.[5] His father was A…

Touch of Faith

The Shia Back 21 Ramzan

Choreography of Pain

Choreography of Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. slash after slash
stroke after stroke
as it rains
dew drop like blood
choreography of pain
two parallel lines of faith
ali and hussain
bridging the heart
the soul and the brain
linking one shia
to another
like a human chain
held to eternity
in the womb of a grain

dedicated to aly khan,, in humility

Haq Ali Beshaq Ali

Hame Pehchan Lo Maulah Ke Azadar Hain Hum

Shias of Mumbai Are a Unique Race

Shias of Mumbai Are a Unique Race, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. bleeding heads
bleeding backs
bleeding face
shias of mumbai
a unique race
sons of the soil
from every place
inheriting this great city
as their birthplace
living in mutual coexistence
with dignity and grace
giving other communities
respect and space
thereby earn respect and praise
their bood shedding a ritual
a protest against terrorism
each moharam a step to trace
trampling the soul of yazidiyat
killing fields of disgrace
azadari e hussain
no despot could erase
shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
words on the soul of humanity
to rephrase

Bar Ibne Muljim Lanat Beshumaar