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Karbala Is An Essence of Life For The Shia

7 Moharam at Chota Naksha Chennai

7 Moharam at Chota Naksha Chennai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I had placed these pictures in an old folder shot some time back and I discovered it this morning hence I am thus uploading the same ..these are vital pictures of 7 Moharam juloos in Chennai 2010..

The Poet Maulana Bilal Kazmi of Lucknow

Hum Hussaini Hain

Hum Hussaini Hain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. islam pe ahesan hussain ibne ali hai
moula ne jlai to yeh shamma jali hai
kahe ne ko sabhi kahe te hai apne ko muslman
jnnat main wahi jaega ga jo panjatani hai.

Apko Apka Naya Sal Mubarak Ho Apko Khushiyan Mubarak Ho

Apko Apka Naya Sal Mubarak Ho Apko Khushiyan Mubarak Ho, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. ham
naya sal
manate nahi
ham khushiyan
manate nahi
ham rangin
mehfilon main
jate nahi
hamara gham
sab ko dikhate nahi
ham hamare kale
kapde hamara matam
ghame hussain
is gham ke siwa
dusra gham manate nahi

Moharam in Chennai 2010 - A Pain That Never Ends

Lanath Bar Yazid

Lanath Bar Yazid, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 158,717 items / 1,254,365 views

yes we curse yazid
for his dastardly deeds
this accursed son of
a canine breed
a product
of an evil seed
on his festering body
may carrion feed
his lust for power
his greed
evil his only creed
incestuous inbreed
lanat bar yazid
on his father
his fathers father
thin legged
pot bellied
enemies
of ahle bayt
but none
could ever
succeed


I thought I had posted all the pictures I had shot of Moharam in Chennai 2010 but I discovered a memory card that I have not uploaded as yet about 600 images ...

Poets Never Sleep

Poets Never Sleep, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. in the womb of the mind
in the amniotic waters
wordlessly weep
unborn a promise to keep
positive spam
a growing heap
comatose fairly cheap
fucked future
only thing asleep

The Niqab In The Train

The Niqab In The Train, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 158,666 items / 1,253,667 views

woman conceit her ego
lies on the wall of her face
woman the most devious
creature of the human race
loves to cover her visage
more mysteriousness embrace
adding a greater dignity
mystical grace the niqab
just slits for eyes takes '
its place motionless
yet in motion it stays
poetic pulsations
propriety as praise

I Continue My Train Journey From Chennai to Mumbai

I Continue My Train Journey From Chennai to Mumbai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 158,650 items / 1,253,549 views

This little kid was the cutest and these are tribal folks the women are pretty and you see them in Mumbai too conning people selling false tiger tooth and nails.
A lot of people fall prey to their antics I bought the false tiger nails I have given it to my jeweler to make earnings ..

The camera for me is a constant and trusted companion , it shows me new vistas create hpe where no hope existed..

Today was my first visit to Makdhoom Shah Baba Dargah at Mahim , this will be new set after I complete this lot.

There is a few images of my train trip from Mumbai to Chennai and I met the hijras at that time.. why I meet them I dont know ..hijras are different things to different people they dont arouse me in that context at all, I am ambivalent to their sexuality I like shooting them as human specimen nothing more nothing less.

I did not meet hijras at the Dhuni …

The Pain of Being Human

The Pain of Being Human, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 158,646 items / 1,253,347 views



pjsava has sent you a message on Flickr.
Subject: A warm salute from Colombia
Date: 30th December, 2010

Dear Mr. Firoze

I guess I should began by introducing myself, my name is Pablo Salazar and by the magic of the internet I have come across your magnificent collection of photographs, let my say that they have taken my breath away since the fist time I saw them.
I must also confess that initially I was shocked and sometimes disgusted by the shear and pure boldness of your images, the pain, the blood, the suffering but above all the poverty, there is so much poverty in my country and seeing the same things in India kind of made a connection between this two places, then I began to notice the faith, the hope and the commitment of the people that you have captured in such a magnificent way, then I became a captive of your images.
As a catholic I have found very disturbing the images of…

This Is Man After He Has Fucked His Natural Surroundings

I Have Just Come Back Shooting The Mahim Urus of Baba Makhdoom

Adding Friends On Facebook Is Getting Finger Fucked A Million Times Over

I NEVER GOT WHAT I WANTED IN LIFE

Their Lessons of Life Made Me a Hindu Muslim

If My Parents Had Only Made Me A Muslim My Journey of Life Would Be Incomplete

The Trishul of Peace

The Trishul of Peace, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 158,457 items / 1,251,887 views

om sahanaavavatu sahanaubhunaktu, sahaviryam karavaavahai.
tejasvinaavadhItamastu, maa vidvishaavahai.
om shaanti shaanti shaanti.


om purnamadah purnamidam purnat purnamaduchyate, purnasya purnamaadaaya purnamevaavashishyate.

om shaanti shaantishaanti .

Om asatomaa sadgamaya, tamasomaa jyotirgamaya, mrutyormaa mrutam gamaya.

Om shaanti shaanti shaanti

om shanti om
a chant at birth
a crescendo
of well being
the heart
mind the soul
till its journey
inundating wave
after wave
as man reaches
the end a cosmic
beginning
nothing left to crave
face to face
for one last time
with vishnu shiva
mahadev
burnt ego
burnt belongings
lust selfishness
he need not save
he finally gets
what he gave
a very thin
line of demarcation
between the coward
the fearless the brave
the king the jester
the knave
for he has but
one master
he himself a slave


dedicated to sukhi hontu..

My Ashura Inflicted Head Wound Day After Ashura

Wandering the Streets and Bylanes of Chennai ..

Wandering the Streets and Bylanes of Chennai .., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 158,390 items / 1,251,812 views

All this was shot the last few hours I spent in Chennai hastily wandering the by lanes close to Dr Abbas Mirs house where I stayed, I shot people faces I shot raw emotions I shot Chennai early mornings and they were as similar to what I shoot at my own backyard Bandra Bazar Road.

I am a street photographer and life is nothing but a one way street, I shot Moharam in Chennai three sets and this is my fourth set pictures not pertaining to Moharam, pictures I shot at Dharmapuri a town in Chennai are part of this set , for convenience I will aso include pictures I shot in the trains while going to Chennai and while coming back.

Strange coincidence or my karmic fate I encountered Hijras both ways , as though telepathically they knew my travel schedule , one fell at my feet , offered me tea , and asked me if I needed any money , this was a hijra ascetic wh…

I Agree I Was A Wee Bit Strange Shia In Chennai

I Agree I Was A Wee Bit Strange Shia In Chennai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. The Shias of Chennai are simple souls and very humble too, most of them kept inquiring abut my earrings that I duly removed on 9 Moharam.. I was totally bare on Ashura day in Chennai.

The Shias of Chennai are very hospitable they would buy me tea at a tea stall, even during Tabaruk time they would ask me if I had eaten, and by now the knew I had come from Mumbai to shoot Moharam and was a friend of Mesaq and Dr Abbas Ali Mir.

I did not sit at an Internet cafe in Chennai when I was shooting, I may have sat at one for a few minutes to check my mail on 9 Moharam.

I wish I had carried my laptop as I am still uploading pictures of Chennai, and this is my final lot than I shal post pictures of my train trip to Mumbai .. and a few pictures of my trip from Mumbai to Chennai..

Is Khoon Ke Peeche Ek Ghera Raz Hai Khamoshi Ka Kya Andaz Hai ...

Is Khoon Ke Peeche Ek Ghera Raz Hai Khamoshi Ka Kya Andaz Hai ..., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. hamare behte hue khoon
'aur asooon main
ek ma ki awaz hai
shiya matamdaron
par unko naz hai

Zameen Seechti Hai Hamare Badan Ka Khoon Mat Poochiye Shia Ka Moharam Main Kya Junoon

Hamare Khoon Ki Pehchan Hai Islam Zinda Hai Yeh Unka Ehsaan Hai

Hamare Khoon Ki Pehchan Hai Katra Katra Imam Par Mehrban Hai

Dr Abbas Ali Mir Son of Late Ali Master Recites Majlis at Chota Naksha

Dr Abbas Ali Mir Son of Late Ali Master Recites Majlis at Chota Naksha, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 158,126 items / 1,249,964 views


The Shia Chennais it is my humble view prefer Zakirs from Northern India but I found this son of Chennai soil Dr Abbas Ali Mir a powerful orator and to the point , his majlis made the human hearts cry.

I was lucky that when I came to Chennai I knew no one save Meesaq only through the internet , but than on my arrival I met a lot of Shias , and than I was introduced to Dr Abbas Ali Mir I stayed at his house savored his hospitality . he showed me parts of Shia Chennai.

He took me to Jigedevi Ag Matam and was a great guide and friend .. I owe a lot to him.

And because he is not net savvy I dont think he will read what I have written about him..

Thank you Dr Abbas Ali Mir .. Sada Khush Raho Mere Dost ..Best wishes to your Mother.

Dr Abbas Ali Mirs father the noted teacher Ali Master died on Eid e Ghadeer .

This Is Chennai Where Onions Lie At a Womans Feet

Hope Hindutva and the Hindu Shia

The Journey Of a Blog Never Ends

Life is a Pause Without Cause

The Best Way of Learning Photography Is To Shoot The Absurd

Khuda Ke Darwaze Par Sirf Khab Piroye Jate Hain..

Khuda Ke Darwaze Par Sirf Khab Piroye Jate Hain.., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 158,048 items / 1,249,906 views

jo hame chaieye tha woh kisi aur ke daman main lag jate hain...

The Only Sharp Thing About Woman Is The Cage She Lives In

The Soul of a Woman is As Mystical as a Facebook Wall

I Could Not Understand Why I Spent So Much Time Here All Alone ..

I Could Not Understand Why I Spent So Much Time Here All Alone .., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. was i really alone...or was it a figment of my poetry.. without words
or was it pain pulling me homeward towards a 3 year old child
a little bird what i spoke in silence perhaps she heard for a
second i thought i was not alone just going backward the reality
of my being totally blurred word to word

A Blogger Weaves Dreams Through Pictures

This Is The Exquisite Beauty Of Chennai.. Holding On To A Great Past

21,313 Views on My Flickr Photo Stream Today 27 Dec 2010

This is My 158004 Blog At Flickr .Com .. Thank You

Woman is a Puzzle Even God Could Not Solve

Woman is a Puzzle Even God Could Not Solve, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. he created her
for the greater
happiness of man
with a godly resolve
but woman an enigma
when on mutating
as she evolved
blood swear tears
in which she was
dissolved

And She Read My Future More Brilliantly Than Him....

And She Read My Future More Brilliantly Than Him...., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. she looked into
my eyes and told me
the path i had taken
was dark and grim
my god did not
live in a mosque
or a church
or a mandir
or a synagogue
he lived on the
street i was
close to him
my cup of sorrow
filled to the brim
in an ocean of despair
i held to a straw
as i could not swim
idiosyncrasies
metaphoric
moments
held to a whim
shhhhh
shutterbug
shiasm

Khuda Bhi Asman Se Jab Zameen Par Dekta Hoga

The Beggar From Mumbai Captured in a Blog

Please Dont Disturb My Nations Cosmic Consciousness Is Asleep

Please Dont Disturb My Nations Cosmic Consciousness Is Asleep, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. politicians
party
make merry
as the nations sleeps
fucked from ass hole
to eternity the
common man weeps
his birth on a garbage heap
his soul mired neck deep
what he sows another man reaps
on his dead body another man leaps
blood and pus from his body seeps
as maggots insects from his
dead soul creep ...empty handed
he came empty handed he goes
his earning his property another
man keeps ...

The Faceless Indian On the Streets of Chennai

The Faceless Indian On the Streets of Chennai, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. her needs
bare minimum
her flesh fetid
dead and numb
she lives on
leftovers
broken crumbs
but hold on
she is free
under nobody's
thumb though
they call her a beggar
also a street scum
her fate stretched
out like the face of a
beleaguered beaten drum
the faceless indian
to her cosmic fate
surrenders and succumbs
from here to kingdom come

So Now You Know Why I Call Myself a Hindu Shia..

So Now You Know Why I Call Myself a Hindu Shia.., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I pay respect to the land where I live where I was born where I will die..

What Will Happen To Our Raja You Think ?

What Will Happen To Our Raja You Think ?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. why do the
northern people
create such a stink
our beloved raja
was doing the right thing
he is a magician
who created wealth
for others out of nothing
oh his opponents are
jealous so stones
they sling
oh only if he had
given them something
he would have not
lost his power
above all things
our raja a holy saint
an angel with wings
how they torture him
wanting him to sing
matrix of corruption
is not the only evil thing
now maybe that
radia woman
was a an accidental
fling bad luck
to our raja she
did bring
a conspiracy they say
there must be
a hidden hand
master of the ring
hope humanity
minus the bling
politics is a pendulum
both sides it swings
what goes down
up it will spring
singh is king/

Life is a Clothesline Where Hopes Are Hung To Dry

To Ray Lucero Lover of Humanity -Song of Man

To Ray Lucero Lover of Humanity -Song of Man, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. Good Morning! Firoze

Here is a poem that is not mine, but one that speaks to my heart.
Love,
Ray Lucero

SONG OF MAN



I was here from the moment of the

Beginning, and here I am still. And

I shall remain here until the end

Of the world, for there is no

Ending to my grief-stricken being.



I roamed the infinite sky, and

Soared in the ideal world, and

Floated through the firmament. But

Here I am, prisoner of measurement.



I heard the teachings of Confucius;

I listened to Brahma’s wisdom;

I sat by Buddha under the Tree of Knowledge.

Yet here am I, existing with ignorance

And heresy.



I was on Sinai when Jehovah approached Moses;

I saw the Nazarene’s miracles at the Jordan;

I was in Medina when Mohammed visited.

Yet here I am, prisoner of bewilderment.



Then I witnessed the might of Babylon;

I learned the glory of Egypt;

I viewed the warring greatness of Rome.

Yet my earlier teachings showed the

Weakness and sorrow of thos…

Zinda Rahe

Zinda Rahe, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. zinda rahe
toh agle baras
hum chennai
ayenge
gar chal base
to moharam
in chennai
ab zindagi bhar
internet par dekh
payenge
bib zehra ke ansu
phir yad ayenge
karbala aur ashura
dilasa dilayenge