I get along pretty well with elephants , and elephants too remember me, there was this elephant at my old shop near Waterfield Road Bandra that while moving towards Hill Road would nudge the Mahout towards the lane that led to my shop, and I would offer him bananas and some money to the Mahout.
And my grand daughter Marziya Shakir is like me as crazy about elephants..
The Bibi Ka Alam elephant was unique in its serenity disposition and calm , I took several close up of his eyes..I mean it is an honor and quite a responsibility carrying the Standard of Princess Fatima daughter of the Messenger of Allah.
Bibi Ka Alam Hyderabad 2009, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. This is my third new set on Moharam in 2009 Hyderabad at my Flickr photo stream. After I had shot the Ashura proceedings from 8 am to 3.30 pm at the Bargah of Hazarat Abbas Diwan Deodi..a series of 675 blogs, and captured the angst of the Hyderabadi Shia, which included my own kamazani or head cutting too...
I came to Choti Bargah Chatta Bazar Civil Court area which was my base as I began my quest of Ghame Hussain from this low profile shrine of Hazrat Abbas in 2003 this was my second trip to Hyderabad a city of peace , love brotherhood and hospitality..especially during the mourning month of Moharam.
For the Shias , Moharam the Muslim new year is a moment of introspection, a moment of historical importance for the sacrifice of Imam Hussain the beloved grand son of the Holy Prophet who gave his life to save Islam from the clutches of Yazidiyat..
Katle Hussain asal mein marge Yazeed hai Islam zinda hota hai ha…
My Bare Feet, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. I am a diabetic , and I arrived in Hyderabad barefeet , I shot here for three days , most of the time I was on my feet for long hours , I slept only in the night for two hours and I shot over 3500 pictures.
My legs were cut bruised and the only remedy was a band aid and some ointment that Qayam gave me to apply.. and it was in this condition I shot the bloody gruesome scenes of Bargah and Bibi Ka Alam..
There were times I could not move , and I kept pushing myself..the other aspect of my shoot is that I did not cary my insulin or my medication at all ... my medication was Ghame Hussain and nothing else.
I collapsed at Iqbals house while shooting the Alams being put to rest and soon after this I shot the events at Mir Mousavi cemetery Deira..
muslim beggar woman the usual land scape be it lucknow mumbai hyderabad from her impoverished destiny - no escape standing begging for alms in a funereal drape hidden beneath her hijab her pain her sorrow her life in bad shape from the cauldron of her karmic calamity a few crumbs scrape her dreams like a bunch of sour grapes slits for eyes at a stony wall of silence agape
I shoot Muslim kids but before I can shoot them they shoot me too..they dont need glitzy cameras their eyes do the job more cleanly and meticulously than me..
On his head is a band that reads like a not to be missed neon sign of Faith- Ya Hussain.
And as I write this I await the return of my grand daughter Marziya Shakir from her mothers home town Lucknow..
I went and bought her a doll, a Monginis cake just to capture the smile of her innocence.. and I am eagerly awaiting to see her beat her chest at the house Imambada while the woman of the house do Matam..
Shia kids are tutored in their mothers womb the tough journey ahead safe guarding the legacy of Ghame Hussain.... And overnight with the slash of a knife or a blade a Shia child inherits his kingdom of pain..