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God Save You From Parched Lips of a Hungry Hijra

She Hates Men But Has Some Compassion For Poets

I Shoot Hijras Like a Poem In Mid Flight

Hijras Can Grow Tits On a Barren Tree ..Being a Hijra Is Being Fucked By Humanity

The Barefeet Blogger of Mumbai At The Hijra Saint And His Biological Sons Grave

The Barefeet Blogger of Mumbai At The Hijra Saint And His Biological Sons Grave, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This area is known as Khada Pada..I had thrown away the blue plastic slippers decided to walk back to Ajmer Dargah through a short cut but not very rocky like the earlier one .. from a slope to the right of the graves ..

Marc was going back the same way we had come..a real tough trek..but Marc is a Malang and a very brave one.

The story goes that a Hijra a devout follower of Khwahjah Garib Nawaz made a very unusual request he invoked the Holy Saint to give him a son ,

The Holy saint Garib Nawaz told him to go to the mountains eat a fruit that grows on a tree near Bib Hafiz Jamals tomb..he ate it became pregnant but as the pregnancy the hijras male body could not cope up up with the growth of the child in him , he relented , begged forgiveness of the Holy Saint for going against God and Nature.. and asked the Holy Saint to end his pain.

The Holy Saint told…

The Blog Is A Path To Peace Hope And Humanity

The Blog Is A Path To Peace Hope And Humanity, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Kaushik Dutta June 12 at 9:55pm Report
I am watching your photo stream in flickr very religiously. I have never heard the name Taragadh. Is it in Ajmer? What is the altitude!? Do you on way to Ajmer urs or on the back? Very moving pictures. It seems that I am in Taragadh!!!! Brilliant detailing Firoz bhai. AS I AM FEELING I WAS THERE WITH YOU.
Saalam.

The guy standing next to me walked Taragadh barefeet , he was always behind me and helped me climb the rocks though I had a stick I fell several times , when we reached a certain distance he told me had been robbed of his slippers and his money too, but he never asked me for a dime but was hungry thirsty I could feel it I gave him 50 bucks and saw tears trailing down his cheek, he had left his mother at the Taragadh Main Shrine and once I had reached the top he took my permission to leave.. so there is a story within a story at every moment.

I Have Turned My Back On Facebook...

Marc Masoumi Madar At The Graves of The Hijra Saint And His Biological Son

My Virtual World Lies Beyond Google+ And Twitter Sweet But Bitter

My Soul Lives Outside The Grave of My Poetry

My Faith Makes Me Climb Mountains Barefeet

The Dreamer And The Graves of The Hijra Saint And His Biological Son

Two Dreamers

The Dam Madar Malang From Mumbai A Beggar Poet Too

GLOSACK's photostream

Grand Pa You Are As Crazy As They Come

My Grand Children Give Me a Reason To Live

My Grand Children Give Me a Reason To Live, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.


 their fathers
old man
all his errors of
omission
commission
they forgive
their fathers
childhood
memories
their fathers
old man
once again
nostalgically
magically
relives
what he could
not offer
his own children
love affection
quality time
to his grand children
he gives

to my daughter samiya

Zaira Saif Shakir and Her Grand Dad

My Wife is a Good Photographer Too

So You Are My Crazy Grand Father Malang..

Fatima Zaira My Third Grand Child

Fatima Zaira My Third Grand Child, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. When I come home for lunch from work..I spend time with my third grand child Zaira Saif Shakir also called Fatima Zaira lovingly by my wife..

Fatima Zaira has the most appealing smile , and she blushes and we are getting to know each other as we spend more time in each others company.

The Baobab Of Bandra

The Baobab Of Bandra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Baobab is the common name of a genus (Adansonia) containing eight species of trees, native to Madagascar (having six species), mainland Africa and Australia (one species in each).This tree is the National Tree of Madagascar.

Other common names include boab, boaboa, bottle tree,the tree of life, upside-down tree, and monkey bread tree. The species reach heights of 5 to 30 metres (16 to 98 ft) and trunk diameters of 7 to 11 metres (23 to 36 ft). It's trunk can hold up to 120,000 litres of water.

The Baobab Tree is also known as the tree of life, with good reason too. It is capable of providing shelter,clothing, food, and water for the animal as well as human inhabitants of the African Savannah regions. The cork-like bark or huge stem is fire resistant and is used for making cloth and rope. The leaves are used as condiments and medicines. The fruit, called "monkey bread&qu…

the silhouette of the hijab

Beggar Poets Live Upside Down..

Joseph Jacob And The Beggar Poet of Mumbai

Joseph Jacob And The Beggar Poet of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. our paths
cosmically
crossed
we share the
same big boss
two rolling stones
gathering a lot of moss
result oriented remorse
life a blank chapter
crisscrossing
profit and loss
50 to 75 % discount
on hopes aspirations
net and gross
crispy peking duck
in dollops of plum sauce
every effect lambasting
outlasting a rebellious cause
through a picture
a poetic thought
comes across
fashion style ethos

In My Mothers Womb I Discovered Karbala ..On Ashura Day

I Am Human Yes I am a Shia