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Shooting Pain On The Streets

Shooting Pain On The Streets, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,615 items / 1,042,487 views


who is he
what is his
life story
you nor i will
ever know
pain is a cactus
that needs only
pain to grow
living at other
peoples door
older than
the story
of man
is pain
as it clings
like a body sore
killing him softly softly
he cant even say no more
pain the only commodity
you get it free as you
hit the floor pain
a whimper and a roar
pain a painful musical score
in a picture or in real life
pain relived as before

In Defense of the Hijab

In Defense of the Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,614 items / 1,042,362 views

My late mother Shamim Shakir wore the chador .

My maternal grand mother Nazmi Begum widow of Daroga Nabban Saab wore the burkha.My maternal grandmother hardly left her house at Pata Nala Lucknow .Her husband Daroga Nabban Saab was related to poet Mir Anis and was himself a poet too
My grand mother was his second wife.


My paternal grand mother Khurshed Baji was a Shia Momin she married a Sunni wealthy vinegar merchant who not only left his house and his wealth but became a Shia too.
We are offshoots of his Faith in Humanity we call it Shiasm.
My paternal grand mother was from Vazir Ganj and remained unmarried when her husband predeceased her His name was Bashir Hussain.
My grand mother wore the burkha.
Her companion Chanda Begum wore the chador.

My daughter in laws wear the burkha my wife wears the Chador and the Hijab sometimes she wears the fully covered hijab too I have to shoot her …

Go Take A Hike

Go Take A Hike, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,613 items / 1,042,351 views

a muslim woman
wears a dress
silhouette
of the hijab
perhaps
you dont like
my reply to you
go take a hike
she need not
dress like you
your atrocious
revealing dress sense
her soul does not strike
wearing the hijab
the muslim womans
collective ethos
a universality
a solidarity
of her womanhood
to look alike

Wading Through Memories Of The Past

Wading Through Memories Of The Past, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,612 items / 1,042,311 views

cloudy hopes
overcast
wading
through
the memories
of the past
billowing winds
a paper boat
without a mast
as it flows
into the gutters
of despair
the die is cast
best friends
all gone away
reminiscing
the soul
of solitude
long last
darkness
at dawn
subtlety
contrast
only time
the soul
of humanity
will outlast
only your
grave
your corner stone
will give evidence
of your wealth
you had greedily
amassed
into another mans
hands
they have passed
even the worms
that are eating
your flesh and bones
treat you
like an outcast
when you
lived the music
revelry good times
the blast
you have now
come to terms
with your
'true self at last
within the soul
of a wet soggy
dirtyshroud
aghast

Mumbai Rains

Mumbai Rains, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,611 items / 1,042,056 views

The Arabs Middle Eastern folks were the first foreigners in modern times who discovered the Mumbai rains , for us Mumbaikars we are Mumbaikars now earlier we were Bombayites , it did not matter much we were quite used to the vagaries of monsoonal showers in our city.

The Arabs who stayed at the seedy lodges Grants building Kamla Mansions at Arthur Bunder Road loved the rains the buggy rides and once they got tired humping the local whores at Slip Disc it was the rains that caught their fancy.

They made love to the rains drenched to the bones eating Bhutta Seng channa hounded by a colorful crowd at Gateway of India, the snake and mongoose performer, the roadside photowallah, the quintessential Mereweather road pimp , who stood outside the Salvation army Hostel he supplied drugs too and was part time money changer we jovially called Abdul Kanya.

The Arabs were misers and you cant blame them th…

Did You Let My Blogs Out?

Did You Let My Blogs Out?, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,610 items / 1,041,999 views

The only place in Bandra visited by people of all caste color or community is this service road which touches one end of Bazar road to another road of Bazar Road , and the poor mans Jesus lives here on a gutter without complaining without making a hue and cry..

Most of the time the gutter that houses the collective shit of humanity overflows , but Jesus carries on with a faint smile on his lips as I narrate his worldly woes.


I shoot the overflowing gutters because as a human being it hurts me seeing this apathy , this laid back attitude of people concerned.

But now let me tell you there has been a change recently , the gutter the one in front of Jesus feet has been regularly cleaned and a new concrete cover replaced , the old one was stolen by some drug addicts called gardulas in our colloquial lingo.


I pass this way nowadays instead of the slum path I took to go to my workplace …

Why Jesus Came To India

Why Jesus Came To India, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,609 items / 1,041,962 views

jesus
was sick and tired
of the western way
so he traveled
through the himalayas
through the ganges
made his home
here to stay
he liked india
the indian ethos
in every way
the people here
hospitable
charitable
kind human
tolerant
not astray
jesus in
india
is not
the jesus
hung as statue
in a church
they say
he is on the streets
barefeet
giving succor
to people
heals
makes them ok
jesus is a spirit
of humanity
in india
beyond
caste
color or creed
to whichever
god you may pray
here in my
picture
jesus is talking
to the common man
no he is not sachin tichkule
listening to his pain
as they pass his way
jesus loves children
but not in the same way
by cassocked men
in a lustful way
destroying his name
his preachings
his mission
on a rock
he built
on hope
rough winds
have blown away
jesus is mother theresa
who passed away
jesus is a helping hand
at the end of the day
jesus is love
brotherhood…

A Poets Pain

A Poets Pain, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,608 items / 1,041,271 views

i sleep
i wake up
with the
silhouette
of a dagger
on my throat
a poet
in the garb
of a sacrificial goat
to smote
finally when
the hour comes
will be remembered
for the losing
battle
he fought
in a world
of the bank note
a poets life
a sorrow bound
to a lyrical
lost note
pain
he memorized
it by rote
holding
to a blog
a straw
helplessly
kept him
afloat

Humanity On The Soul of Salman

Humanity On The Soul of Salman, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,606 items / 1,041,217 views

feeling the pain
of the poor
the needy
the helpless
the homeless
humanity
on the soul
of salman
be human
showing light
to the blind man
lodged in the
heart of a galaxy
son of salma
salim khan
he gives
he gives
as
much as he can
sweeping away a
tear from
the crying
eyes of a man
women children
pray for him
a long life
early marriage
innumerable kids
no family plan
his children
their children
in a crooked world
their savior
a straight man
watching
the promo
of dabbang
with arbaz sohail
in his vanity van

Racism On The Soul of The Hijab

Racism On The Soul of The Hijab, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
135,604 items / 1,041,182 views


Collective fear stimulates herd instinct, and tends to produce ferocity toward those who are not regarded as members of the herd. ~
Bertrand Russel

~ Racism does not limit itself to biology or economics or psychology or metaphysics; it attacks along many fronts and in many forms, deploying whatever is at hand, and even what is not, inventing when the need arises. ~ Albert Memm



~ Be nice to whites, they need you to rediscover their humanity. ~
Desmond Tutu



~ Racism is man's gravest threat to man - the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason. ~
Abraham J. Heschel


the white man
the white governments
hate the hijab
for reasons
they wrongly toe
attacks on the hijab
is nothing
but racism
on the soul of Islam
as it grows
making the hijab
a mass weapon
of destruction
its no 1 foe
says the bigot
burn it
bury it
but dont let
it resurrect itself
after a death blow
but for…

The Cassock the Nuns Habit Are Not Religious Symbols

The Cassock the Nuns Habit Are Not Religious Symbols, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1. 135,603 items / 1,041,170 views


The Silhouette of Of Pain on the Soul of the Hijab


It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong
Voltaire

a nuns habit
a priests cassock
are not religious symbols
the holy popes vestments
by god they were ordained
on rock of hope sartorially
remained its a different
matter altogether
to the church
they were chained
its only when the
peaceful muslim
woman wears the hijab
the entire white world
is pained racism
in reality on the soul
of humanity
ingrained
french philosophy
by Sarkozy explained