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oops fuck taqaiya
nothing much to hide
our heritage of pain
a protest
on the roadside
humility
overriding pride
tears
that have not
yet dried
karbala ashura
two pillars
our guide
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Oops Fuck Taqaiyya
Oops Fuck Taqqaiya
we dont have to hide
behind a mask
to say we are shias
followers of truth justice
humanity we are
a little different
from the rest of
the miyas specially
those dont offer fatiah
dont offer niyaz
The Sunnis Bleed For Hussain In Hyderabad
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These are Sunnis from Rae Bareilly unlike the Shias they wear red pants but after the matam they do the red pants really become red with blood.. and their intensity can be gauged by their love for Imam Hussain..
Fatwas by hardcore Sunni mullahs has not stopped them from displaying their public fervor ..their identity as Sunnis is their ancestry but their pain is universally supporting theShias of Hyderabad.. taking part in Ghame Hussain.. I cut my head with the Shia but was proud to do matam with the Sunnis of Rae Bareilly.. they offered me a blade to cut my chest I politely refused I had pictures to shoot my head was bleeding profusely..
Barefeet Blogger of Bandra With Street Musicians From Croatia
Barefeet Blogger of Bandra With Street Musicians From Croatia, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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This was shot last evening at my workspace as both Damir and Zlatko set out for Carter Road to play music for the crowds and supplement their savings for their stay in Mumbai, they are staying at St Peter Church Bandra thanks to Fr Jaun.
Fr Jaun the parish priest is Jesus in disguise he feeds the poor takes care of the needy and above all he respects Marathi Asmita he speaks fluent Marathi , and though he is a Spaniard his home is Mumbai.
After late Fr Stephen Nazareth who was my friend guide and mentor this is the second priest in 55 years of my life I respect and hold in the highest regard..
I have met many Roman Catholic priests but none like Fr Juan, many years back he had come to bless a Christian house at Kamla Bai Sadan De Monte Street where we stayed and I saw Fr Juan , he did not know my house , I invited him and with his presence he blessed me and my family.
The present house he has never seen , for his visit to his nephews wedding in Spain , I made him a Indo Fusion high collar suit and he looked glamorous in spite of his humility dignity and grace., and that he has given shelter to these peace loving musicians from Croatia means a lot to me , these two Damir and Zlatko are touring the world on cycles.
And I met Fr Juan through my brother in Christ Darryl Loyola the only true Christian heartbeat of Bandra. Darryl too has helped me in my bad times..he calls me Feroze Loyola I call him Darryl Shakir speaks volumes of our love for each other.
Damir and Zlatko are stranded in Mumbai need help to catch a ship to Iran and so they were in town for the onward visas but came back helpless , from Iran they will cycle their way back to Croatia.
They greet me with Salam Wale Kum and respect me a lot and I hardly know them but the spirit of my beloved city demands I help them where humanly possible..I am going through very bad times myself but I am doing all I can for them.
Tomorrow I have asked them to go and play at Juhu and if they get permission at Prithvi Theater a place for all art lovers and lovers of music.
I am the slave of her poetry of life
call her
by another
name
call her
what
you will
she is
my inspiration
my muse
my imagination
my thoughts
my silent words
my talent
my skill
a wordsmith
pounding
the soul
of humanity
through a blog
a don quixote
spearing
distant
windmills
making
dreamy
mountains
of love lost
regained
out of molehills
boundlessness
silent sounds
goodwill
all placed
at the feet
of her freewill
an Indian sparrow
on her window sill
begging her
for a refill
baby fat
shedding weight
on a treadmill
my silent prayer
god wont fulfill
she me a void
time and space
all stand still
my flesh was
willing
my spirit
on her soul
over spills
chills
whether
she is
the spectral
essence of
my survival
that fits
the bill
until
hope
within
hope
another
hope
instills
the poets ass
barbecued
raw tender
sirloin
on a slow grill
lord of the flies
on a dunghill
Dear Internet User! Microsoft Company have donated £1,500,000 to you and your family
Dear Internet User! Microsoft Company have donated £1,500,000 to you and your family, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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From
olanrewajub@mail.montclair.edu
Benjamin A. Olanrewaju
Dear Internet User! Microsoft Company have donated £1,500,000 Pounds to you and your family as a benefit for joining us in expanding the use of internet in your country. Contact: Mr.George MacVicar. Email: georgmacvicaas@live.com
i am
a fucked street
photographer
Benjamin A. Olanrewaju
has sent me a gift
a blogger always broke
in debt total sucker
penniless pocket less
poet fucker but
this huge gift
i want to share
with Woolongong mafia
yorrik and friar tucker
a barefeet poet
in love with a rose bud
cant touch or pluck her
The Pain Poetry Pathos of a Hindu Shia
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i am
a follower
of hussain
but because
hussain is humanity
touching time and space
i shoot
my culture
my ethos
my birthright
with dignity
with honor
with grace
i shoot
you your gods
as passionately as
i shoot my faith
my race
i say vande matram
as proudly from
within as on the surface
i am a hindu shia
doing tandav
dance of death
on the soul of yazid
always a bleeding head
Mother India my base
i have love
of my country
no other gods
to chase
i am human
not a bigot
not a racist
my ancestry
from the plains
of karbala
i trace
brahma
vishnu
shiva
ram
hanuman
ganesha
durga
on my flickr
photostream
as hope and hindutva
message of universal peace
with a click of a mouse
on your soul will resurface
Na Samyaktvasamam
Kinchittrikâlye Trijagatyapi |
Shrêyô Shrêyashcha
Mithyâtvasamam Nânyattanûbrutâm
humanity i embrace
me my god face to face
Dance of Death Tandav On the Soul of Shimr
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yes
I bleed
doing
the cosmic
dance
of death
on the soul
of shimr and yazid
both death sprouting
seeds withering weeds
a sword cutting the head
as our blood runs down
the streets a 1400 year
old reminder on the soul
of history and humanity
ya hussain our heartbeat
a hindu shia barefeet
going round and round
in a black winding sheet
a kaif on concrete
a pain ghame hussain
a circle complete
shiasm a file of fatima
her tears that no tyrant
ever born could ever delete
72 warriors that no emperor
with all his army
could ever defeat
truth equality
justice liberty
the voice of
the bahrainis
i echo
i repeat
saudi terrorism
aggression
the fire
of freedom
can never
unseat
Shimr Ibn Thil-Jawshan Par Beshumar Lanat
from wikipedia..
Shimr Ibn Thil-Jawshan was a soldier in the Ummayad army during the battle of Karbala, in southern Iraq that occurred in the year 680 AD. He was the maternal uncle of Abbas ibn Ali.
In battle, he was responsible for beheading Husayn ibn Ali, the grandson of the prophet Muhammad. He was also instrumental in pillaging the camp of Husayn after raising his head on a post to declare his victory.
Although the apparent battle was won by the sadistic beheading, where Shimr began beheading the grandson of Muhammad. Shimr and his camp continued to pilliage the camp of Husayn which was only left with women and children and Husayn's son who was ill, and few belongings of no value. The army of Yazid then continued to ruthlessly drag this camp from Iraq to Syria by foot tied together with ropes.
This event, which occurred on the 10th day of the month of Muharram (October 10, 680), is known as Ashura and is commemorated by Muslims all over the world in different ways.
The battle of Karbala was prompted by Yazid ibn Muawiya's quest to obtain power over the Muslim world, which interestingly enough Husayn bin Ali expressed no interest in obtaining for himself. Lanat Ber Shimar was dushmanan e Ailbait
Shimr Ibn Thil-Jawshan The Serpent Seed Of Satan
Shimr Ibn Thil-Jawshan The Serpent Seed Of Satan, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Shimr Ibn Thil-Jawshan Khuda Ki Laanat was the commander in the Ummayad army during the Battle of Karbala, in southern Iraq that occurred in the year 680 AD. He was from the same tribe, Bani Kalab, as Abbas ibn Ali's mother.
In battle, he was responsible for beheading Husayn ibn Ali, the grandson of the prophet Muhammad. He was also instrumental in pillaging the camp of Husayn after raising his head on a post to declare his victory.
Although the apparent battle was won by the sadistic beheading, where Shimr began beheading the grandson of Muhammad. Shimr and his camp continued to pilliage the camp of Husayn which was only left with women and children and Husayn's son who was ill, and few belongings of no value.
From Facebook
Zeeshan Haider
Dialogues between Yazeed and Shimr-e-laeen at Darbaar-e-Shaam, when Shimr took the ahl-e-bait-e-athaar as prisoners of Yazeed. Now Yazeed asked Shimr to give a detail story of what happens at Karbala. Ahl-al-bait were also standing in the darbar at that point of time when shimr started telling him the story I have just written few stanzas of Mirza Dabeer.
Yazeed asking shimr, Were you felt grief at any point of Karbala Massacre over the mazloomiyat of Imam Hussain ? Shimr replied :
Ki arz teen jaa, wo pukaara kaha’n kaha’n
Shimr-e-layi’n ne roke kaha ek to waha’n
Khali hua nabi ke murakke se jab jaha’n
Aur naujawaa’n ki laash pe aaye shah-e-zamaa’n
Bejins-e-be-hawaas the aur beqaraar the
Nana ke raahwaar pe hazrat sawaar the
Dunya me aise haadse bhi kam guzarte hai
Ye dard tha hussain ko goya ke marte hai
Dastoor hai sawaaro’n ka jis dum utarte hai
Pehle juda rakaabo’n se wo paao’n karte hai
Hazrat ne paao’n bhi na nikale rakaab se
Laashe pe jast karke gire izteraab se
Barchi juda kaleje se ki aur ye di sada
Kyu’n meri jaan hosh kuch is dum hue baja
Akber ne aa’nkh kholke chupke se ye kaha
Paani pilayiye ki thehr jaaye dum mera
Sookhi zaba’n dikhake to akber ne ro diya
Aur uzr karke sibt-e-payamber ne ro diya
Usne kaha ki phir shah-e-abraar kya karoo’n
Paani hai band zapt hai dushwaar kya karoo’n
Bole hussain, mai bhi hu’n naachaar kya karoo’n
Tum pyaas se tadapte ho mai pyaar kya karoo’n
Akhir tadapke beta jaha’n se guzar gaya
Baba ko uzr karta raha beta mar gaya
Us waqt khaanazaad ka tharra gaya jigar
Hazrath ki yaas per ali akber ki pyaas per
Bola yazeed tu bhi makkar kis qadar
Kaisa ye rehm aur ye kaisa khuda ka dar
Kehta hai is khalaq ne kaleja hila diya
Darya tha paas aur na paani pila diya
Usne kaha ke rehmdil itna nahi ghulaam
Le sun mere malaal ka doosra maqaam
Tapti hui zamee’n pe tadapte the jab imam
Aage badha mai zibha ki niyat se chand gaam
Bhoolu’nga maajra na kabhi us maqaam ka
Apna sitam aur uspe tahammul imam ka
Taa-zindagi hussain ki ghurbat na bhoolegi
Mazloomiyat na bhoolegi, hasrat na bhoolegi
Wo gard me ati hui soorat na bhoolegi
Seene pe moza rakhne ki bid’at na bhoolegi
Khanjar gale pe rakhke garebaa’n ka kholna
Wo dekhna hussain ka aur kuch na bolna
Us waqt nikli sheh ki behen shor-o-shain se
Chaha ke lipte fatema ke nor-e-ain se
Milne diya na maine behen ko hussain se
Khanjar milaya halq-e-shah-e-mashraqain se
Sookhe gale se khoon ke fawware beh gaye
Zainab ki simt haatho’n ko phailake reh gaye
Yaa’n bhi bohut uda tha mera dil khuda gawah
Akhir me wo maqaam-e-tarawum hai aah aah
Jab kat chuki ali-o-payamber ki bosagaah
Bandhi liye haram ko chali sham ki sipaah
Sab oo’nth qatlgaah ki jaanib jo phir chale
Naaqo’n se peette hue saadat gir pade
Us waqt tak the sab shohada ke saro’n pe sar
Be-sar tha ek laasha-e-sultan-e-behr-o-bar
Laash apne apne pyaaro’n ki paayi jo khoo’n me tar
Godi me leke bibiya’n baithi zameen per
Bola umar ke aur bhi haal inka ghair ho
Pyaaro’n ke sar jo god me kaato to ser ho
Phir to humari teghe’n thi aur laasho’n ke gale
Besar haram ki godiyo’n me the god ke pale
Akber ki laash baanu ke seene ke the tale
Dauda jo mai to boli ke sar mera kaatle
Shakl-e-muhammad-e-arabi ka adab nahi
Ummat me hai nabi ki nabi ka adab nahi
Chahu’n yaha’n se mai, to sar inka utaar du’n
Kya pur-naseeb zulm hai ye mere hi roo-ba-roo
Ye wo hai jiske byaah ki thi mujhko aarzoo
Mai laash cheenne laga ye sunke guftugu
Rakhker gala gale pe wo laachaar gir padi
Us waqt mere haath se talwaar gir padi
Mai kya kahu’n ke daudker burra’n ne kya kiya
Lipti rahi wo laash se aur sar juda kiya
Ye sunke sama’een ne mehshar bapa kiya
Bas ay “Dabeer” haqq-e-fasahat ada kiya
Gardish me khud falaq hai, ye kya tujhko chain de
Iska sila jo de’n to janaab-e-hussain de’n
Iltemas-e-Dua
Shimr Laeen Accursed Son of Satan
from wikipedia
Shimr Ibn Thil-Jawshan was a soldier in the Ummayad army during the battle of Karbala, in southern Iraq that occurred in the year 680 AD. He was the maternal uncle of Abbas ibn Ali.
In battle, he was responsible for beheading Husayn ibn Ali, the grandson of the prophet Muhammad. He was also instrumental in pillaging the camp of Husayn after raising his head on a post to declare his victory.
Although the apparent battle was won by the sadistic beheading, where Shimr began beheading the grandson of Muhammad. Shimr and his camp continued to pilliage the camp of Husayn which was only left with women and children and Husayn's son who was ill, and few belongings of no value. The army of Yazid then continued to ruthlessly drag this camp from Iraq to Syria by foot tied together with ropes.
This event, which occurred on the 10th day of the month of Muharram (October 10, 680), is known as Ashura and is commemorated by Muslims all over the world in different ways.
The battle of Karballa was prompted by Yazid ibn Muawiya's quest to obtain power over the Muslim world, which interestingly enough Husayn bin Ali expressed no interest in obtaining for himself.
Shimr Laeen The Accursed Killer of Imam Hussain
Shimr Laeen The Accursed Killer of Imam Hussain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
with a blunt dagger
he cut the imams head
strange the imam
is alive shimr is dead
hussainiyat
marching forward
marching ahead
hussain is humanity
verily said
shah ast hussain
badshah ast hussain
on our shia souls embed
on fires of burning coal
as we tread
72 to a spiritual
victory he led
on the wings of
zuljana as he sped
in his enemies eyes
the fear and the dread
hussain the infallible
thorough bred
to save the
pillars of islam
he bled
within the green
a flowing
river of red
Shimr -The Accursed Yazidi Terrorist
follower of
yazidiyat
shimr
yazidi terrorist
shimr
yazid
perished
but 1400 year
hussain
in the heart
of his shias
does exist
with his life
the life of
his loved ones
forces of evil
on the soul
of Islam
he did resist
because
of Hussein
Islam
exists
Shimr at Amin Imambada Mumbai
THE EVIL TREE : SHIMR B. ZIL JAWSHAN
Among the murderers of Imam Hussain (a.s.) The Evil Tree' , Shimr, the accursed, stands out for his malevolence and notoriety.
Allah, the Glorified, states in the Holy Quran,
"...the example of an evil word is like that of an evil tree.." ( Ibrahim : 26 )
i.e. neither its roots are firm nor are its branches lofty. It is not firmly planted and can be uprooted easily. Likewise Allah says,
" And the accursed tree is also a source of depravity among the people ." ( Bani Israaeel : 60 )
Under these verses, both Shia and Sunni scholars have recorded traditions that
allude to the enemies of Ahle Bayt (a.s.) that accursed and damned tree. Among the antagonists of Ahle Bayt (a.s.), some account for the roots of this tree while some constitute the branches and some others make up for the leaves.
Shimr, the son of Zil Jawshan, occupies a despicable position among the killers of Imam Hussain, ' for which lovers of Imam (a.s.) single him out and curse profusely. Even the angels hold him in contempt and inflict unceasing abuses on him. So damned is he that even the one who sympathies with him is liable for this damnation.
"O Allah curse those who took up arms against Imam Husain! And curse those who were satisfied with his killers and curse those gave their fealty to them and those who subscribed them! O Allah curse them all!"
"O Allah curse Umar b Sa'ad and Shimr! Shimr played a pivotal role in the massacre perpetrated at Karbala in general and Imam Hussain's murder in particular. In order to evaluate the gravity of his role, a detailed portrayal of Shimr's life has been undertaken below.
HIS BACKGROUND
Shimr was named Sharhabeel at birth. His agnomen (kuniyah) was Abu as-Saabegah. His father Zil Jawshan al-Ziyaabi was from the clan of Bani Kilaab. His name was mentioned among the affluent individuals of Hawaazan. Janab Ummul Baneen, mother of Hazrat Abbas (a.s.), was from the same clan. This is why Shimr on the 9th of Muharram, approached Imam Hussain's camp, offering amnesty to Hazrat Abbas and his brothers. But they shunned his overtures and chose to stay with Imam (a.s.) and embrace martyrdom. They had recognized their Imam and their duties vis-a-vis the Imam and everything else to them seemed a mere distraction that would distance them from this recognition.
SHIMR'S ADVENT AT KARBALA
Tabari records that Umar b. Sa'ad's inclination was for peace with Imam (a.s.), and was not favorably disposed towards a confrontation. When Ibne Ziyad learnt of this disposition, he wrote a letter to Shimr and commanded him to take it to Umar b. Sa'ad. He instructed him to ensure that Umar b. Sa'ad took the pledge of allegiance from Husain and his friends. If they acceded, then Shimr was to bring them to Ibne Ziyad, in a manner akin to slaves. However, if they did not, Shimr was to confront them. If Umar b. Sa'ad was also for confrontation then Shimr was to simply obey him. But, if the former desisted from waging a battle, then Shimr was to behead Umar b. Sa'ad, take charge of his army and wage a battle against Hussain.
At the same rime Ibne Ziyad also wrote a letter to Umar b. Sa'ad. He reprimanded him for trying to seek means of salvaging the situation and preventing a confrontation with Hussain (a.s.)..... If Umar did not wish to submit then he was to surrender charge of the army in favour of Shimr who was given suitable instructions.
PLEA FOR AMNESTY
When Shimr received his letter, he along with Abdullah b. Abi Mahal, approached Ubaydillah (the cursed) to plead exemption for the sons of his paternal aunt, Ummul Baneen binte Khuram. She was wife of Ameerul Mo'mineen, Ali, and had four sons from him viz.Abbas, Abdullah, Ja'far and Usman. Abdullah b. Abi Mahal explained to Ubaydillah that Ummul Baneen's sons were in Hussain's camp and beseeched Ubaydillah to write a letter of amnesty for them. The latter complied with this request and issued a letter. Abdullah b. Abi Mahal ordered his freed slave, Karman, to deliver the letter to his nephews. Karman did as ordered and handed over the letter to Ummul Baneen's sons. However, the latter did not even bother reading the message. They said that they would never accept any immunity from Ibne Ziyad as Allah's promise of deliverance was more veracious than that of Ibne Ziyad.
INTENSE ATTACHMENT TOWARDS IMAM
Tabari writes further, that on the eve of Ashoora, which happened to be a Thursday, Shimr approached Imam Hussain's camp. He demanded, 'Where are my nephews?' Hearing him, Abbas, Abdullah, Usman and Ja'far, stepped out of their tents. They asked him, 'What do you want with us?' Shimr replied, 'I bring tidings of reprieve for all of you?' They retorted contemptuously, 'Curse be upon you and your reprieve! You, our uncle, are willing to offer us immunity but deprive the Prophet's son of it!' ( Tarikh-e-Tabari part IV, page, 241-242, printed by Nafis Academy, Karachi )
SHIMR'S PEDIGREE
Shimr's low pedigree can be gauged from an incident that occurred on the day of Ashoora. Imam Hussain's tent was pitched on a low-lying land. Imam (a.s.) had amassed some reeds and woods near his tent. The idea behind this was that in the event of a raid he could set alight the firewood and curtail the attack to only one direction. On the day of Aashoora, Imam (a.s.) was forced to resort to this move. When Shimr witnessed this spectacle, he rushed past Imam's tents. The tongues of flames leapt high in the air blocking the tents from his view. He cried out to Imam (a.s.) in his insolence, 'O Hussain! You seem impatient to enter the fire and could not wait for Qiyamat.' Imam (a.s.) inquired from his companion. This seems like Shimr'. Imam's companion affirmed. Imam (a.s.) cried, 'O son of a herdsman! It is you who shall be engulfed in the fire.' ( Tabari part IV, 250-251 )
Umar b. Sa'ad had stationed Amr b. Hajjaj on his right and Shimr on his left.
SHIMR'S IMPUDENCE
When Zuhair b. Qain (r.a.) exhorted Umar b. Sa'ad's men to refrain from fighting against Imam Hussain's (a.s.), Shimr shot an arrow at Zuhair. He castigated Zuhair thus, 'May Allah strike you dumb! You talks have pestered us no end! Zuhair retorted, 'I am not addressing you! By Allah, I know that you will find it difficult to comprehend even a couple of verses from the Quran! May the hereafter greet you with destruction and a painful chastisement!'
HIS ATTEMPTS TO SET ABLAZE THE AHLE BAYT (A.S.)
Shimr in the course of the battle at Karbala, attempted several forays on Imam Hussain's tents with the intention of setting them ablaze. However, his henchmen chided him for his intention to raid helpless women and children. A person named Hameed remarked, "The murder of men by you is sufficient to please your master." At that moment Zuhair assaulted Shimr with a group of ten soldiers. He forced Shimr to withdraw, but not before killing Abu Farah Zababt, one of Shimr's close companions. ( Ibid, 265 )
HIS ATTACK ON THE IMAM'S TENTS
Shimr along with a band of ten Kufans advanced towards Imam's tents which were inhabited by the Able Bayt (a.s.). They intercepted Imam (a.s.) and stood between him and the tents. On seeing this, Imam (a.s.) said, "Woe on you! You are devoid of any faith and if you don't fear the hereafter, at least observe the basic human rights!"
SHIMR AND HIS CRONIES
When Shimr saw Imam (a.s.), he advanced towards him with his infantry. Among these were Abul Junoob Jo'fee, Qash'am b. Amr Jo'fee, Saleh b. Wahab Yazalee, Sinaan b, Anas Nakha'ee and Khulee b. Yazeed Asbahee. Shimr tried to instigate them into murdering Imam (a.s.). He commanded Abu Junoob to advance towards Imam (a.s.). The former rejoined. 'Why don't you (do it)?' Stung with this reply, Shimr said, "You dare speak to me in this way!' Abu Junoob shot back similarly, *You dare speak to me in this way!' Shimr accused him of being slothful. Abu Junoob replied menacingly, 'I will tear out your eyes with my dagger'. This had the desired effect and Shimr left him alone. But he kept muttering under his breath about getting even with Abu Junoob. ( Ibid 276 )
MUKHTAR AND SHIMR
Mukhtar Saqafee sent forth his slave Zarbi to track down Shimr. Muslim b. Abdullah Zababi, one of Shimr's henchmen, relates, 'Mukhtar's slave, Zarbi gave us a chase. We had left Kufa behind us, riding on our skinny horses. He continued in hot pursuit, not willing to relent. When he closed in on us, Shimr cautioned, 'Distance yourself from me, I think he is only after me.' We hustled our horses.
When Zarbi, the slave had reached within striking distance, he assaulted Shimr. Shimr, warded off the blow. But meanwhile, Zarbi had parted from his companions. Shimr saw his chance and struck him so hard that he broke his spine, killing him. Later, when Zarbi's corpse was taken to Mukhtar, he was aggrieved and said that he would never have permitted Zarbi to combat Shimr. Anyhow, Shimr, after killing Zarbi, fled to Saaneedma where he took shelter in a village called Qultaneesa, located on a riverbank. He hid near a hillock. He chanced upon a farmer from the village. He roughed him up and ordered him to pass on a letter to Mu'sab b. Zubair. That farmer took the letter and on his way had to traverse through a village. Incidentally Mukhtar had posted Abu Umrah in that village as a conduit between himself and the people of Basrah. A farmer from that village met this farmer (sent by Shimr) and complained to the latter of Shimr's excesses. One of Abu Amarah's men overheard this conversation and inquired about Shimr's whereabouts from them. The farmer disclosed Shimr's exact location, which was only some distance away. All of them set forth in that direction. On reaching the shack where Shimr had taken shelter, they encircled him and launched a concerted onslaught. Shimr was attired in only a cloak and nothing else. He tried to retaliate with his lance but in vain. His opponents were in a merciless mood and did not even spare him the chance to put on his clothes. Meanwhile, we were watching the entire episode from a distance. When we saw Shimr in this condition we decided to make ourselves scarce and fled silently. We had only gone a little distance when we heard the triumphant cries of 'Allahu Akbar' rejoicing Shimr's death.'
Abdur Rahman b. Abul Kunood recounts, 'I was the one who saw Shimr's letter with the farmer and took him to Abu Umrah. And I was the one who finally killed Shimr.'
SHIMR'S END
Ali Akbar Dehkhuda has chronicled in his ' Na'at Namah ' that Shimr actually fought the battle of Siffeen from Hazrat Ali's side. He then settled down in Kufa. Eventually he participated in the carnage at Karbala and killed Imam Hussain (a.s.).
Indeed it is most ironical that one who fought the battle of Siffeen from Ameerul Mo'mineen's army, a few years later slays his beloved son. However, it is not really astonishing. History is replete with such instances. Ibn Muljim is a case in point. He was one of the supporters of Ameerul Mo'mineen before he actually killed his own Imam. Therefore, one must never take the light of guidance for granted. On the contrary, one must allow for intense introspection to safeguard this light. God forbid, the generations to follow must not mention our names in the same breath as Shimr and Ibn Muljim.
Anyhow, Mukhtar Saqafee threw Shimr's corpse to the dogs after slaying him.
Most of Shimr's children migrated towards the west and settled down in Andaloos (Spain). The one to achieve some prominence was his grandson, Samil b. Hatim b. Shimr b. Zil Jawshan.
courtesy
www.yamahdi.com/moharram/articles/evil.htm
The Hijab Is Modesty Elegance Combined
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draping
the body
covering
the soul
a spiritual code
of tradition
culture
ancestry
outlined
in europe
if you wear
it you get
racially
abused
fined
in india
land of peace
it blooms
a black rose
one of its kind
to wear it
not to wear it
is your choice
your prerogative
thus defined
the hijab
muslim woman's
body soul and mind
The Hijab Up Close
only her eyes
the silhouette
of her nose
a poem
on the street
i froze
the hijab
beauty
in repose
covering
her form
a garb of
modesty
from head
to toe
its essence
of peace
hope humanity
sarkozy
has yet to know
So In All Humility You Know Why I Cant Shoot The Lovely Landscapes That You Shoot
So In All Humility You Know Why I Cant Shoot The Lovely Landscapes That You Shoot, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
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i shoot the tree
of humanity
overladen
with rotten fruits
on the soul
of her dead body
they build
new mosques
madrasas
as tribute
her spirit
of surrender
they salute
the sunset
of her life
on the street
of despair
i was destined
to shoot
her rotten flesh
covered in a shroud
her soul covered
in soot through
a picture
her doomed
fate i loot
her withered
branches
her withered roots
her surroundings
deaf dumb mute
right at the back is my grand daughter Marziya Shakir who has bought food to give to the beggars as the start of her birthday.. she too is a street photographer like me ...
Two Sacrificial Goats
two sacrificial goats
a blogger
a four legged animal
floating in the same boat
peace hope harmony
nothing else to promote
blood sweat and sorrow
as pictorial footnotes
headless hallucinations
that time smote
a bleeding head
during moharam
shooting a
a bleeding throat
a time for sacrifice
on Idd to denote
with a message as
SMS
Churi ko kar tu Taiz itna k har Takbeer sy Pehly , Bakra Churi sy khud Poochay bata meri khata kya hai...
I Quote
Life Is Nothing But Body Parts
a kick on the balls
one after the other
they tear us apart
falling in love
with street shadows
life is nothing
but body parts
beneath the cosmetic
curiosity all warts
the pangs lost illusions
of two lovers
who were once sweet hearts
a new one takes her place
when the old one departs
a morgue of memories
waiting for hope
on handcarts
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