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Ya Ali Madad

Ya Ali Madad, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 191,582 items / 1,515,078 views


Main kiyon na kahoon sada YA ALI MADAD
Khaibar main jab nabee ne keha YA ALI MADAD
Zanjeer e mushkilaat ki sab kat ke gir gayee
Jaise hee mere dil ne keha YA ALI MADAD
Biddat nahin hai, sunnat e paighmbaree hai yeh
Hai kaamyabiyoon ka sila YA ALI MADAD

Bemarziye khuda jo kabhee, bolta nahin
Wallah usne dee hai sada, YA ALI MADAD
Kaampe qadam jo mere rahe mustaqeem per
Kano main mere aayee nida YA ALI MADAD

Rizwaan qudseeyon ne sahaara diya mujhe
Maine jo ladkhada ke keha YA ALI MADAD
Hotee hai jane kis liyae takleef aapko
Kehte hain jab bhee Ahle Aza YA ALI MADAD
Iss vaaste woh lete nahin hain ali ka naam
Kehte hain sirf ahleaza YA ALI MADAD

Daaman tera shikast na chodengee umer bhar
Toone jo ab na kaha YA ALI MADAD
Haider ne dali jab dare khaiber main ungliyaan
Charoon taraf se shoor utha YA ALI MADAD
Tareekh e khaibaree main ab tak likha hua
Her darde la dawa ki dawa YA ALI MADAD

40 din ka tajer who khaiber m…

The New Photographer No 1 - Nerjis Asif Shakir

When I Come Home From Work..

When I Come Home From Work.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. She is 5 month old ..second child of my eldest son Asif Shakir, she was born on the same day as her father , so her father spends a lot of time with her , but yes Marziya Shakir is the beacon of our family.. Zaira Saif Shakir is very tiny daughter of my youngest son Saif Shakir..but very perceptive and attached to her dad.,..

Nerjis Asif Shakir and this old man share a unique bond simply because we are both Malangs .. we read communicate through our eyes and invariably through the the soul of silence and the camera.

Nerjis Asif Shakir might like toys but the camera is what fascinates her completely she wont let go the camera strap , she know the shutter button...and she anticipates my shots gives the right response ..

When I return from work and if she is asleep than I let go but in the evenings she waits for me excitedly , and last night I was to go for a Moharam juloos I was in very bad shape, I thought …

i sold my soul to keep my body alive

the death of a malang...

the death of a malang...

if i did not blog I would die in my sleep

if i did not blog I would die in my sleep, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. its another thing that i do not sleep

indians love blowing their nose in public

indians love blowing their nose in public, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
they love digging
their nose a few great
indian tricks
squeezing their balls
a thought that makes
others sick
you cant build a wall
without a brick
indians born
mavericks
love eave teasing
chicks roadside
romeos at street corners
take their pick
spare the child
spoil the stick
god gave man brains
but accidentally
they got lodged
in the head
of his prick
dehumanizing
the soul of mankind
he gets his kick

khuda bhi aasmaan se jab zameen par dekhta hoga

khuda bhi aasmaan se jab zameen par dekhta hoga, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. mere bandra ko kisne bigada sochta hoga