Normally it is the stalk of the neem tree that serves as indigenous toothbrush or parts of the guava tree .. that is sold outside Sunni mosques ..ironically outside the Shia mosques you will invariably find Sunni Muslim beggars ..parked outside as permanent fixtures ..
Mostly those who runs mosques drive away the beggars , or let them sit without a permanent solution to this problem..
The Khoja Shia community being very rich , the beggars expect more relief , but honestly rich Muslims of any creed are the worst misers ..they would not give a penny leave aside a wad of notes and this is through personal experience shooting beggars that I have observed the tumultuous fate of misplaced charity.
The only time theire is show or genuiness of charity is during the Holy Month of Ramzan even those who are not beggars become beggars and even those who are misers reluctantly remove a penny or two..
Welcome To My World of Muslim Beggars, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The Muslim community creates beggars , it pre empts the need of beggars to fulfill the pledge of charity to God..the rich Muslim has no time for those who languish on the roads , tenets of religiosity have been used wrongly , more divorce , more pain , polygamy by those who cant afford to feed one wife leave aside four.. generating more children,.. more pain..
The Muslim ghettos all over India look the same , and the Government prefers the lot of Muslims to live unchanged precariously on the edge, used abused by all political parties fr their nefarious ends to come to power by hook or by crook.
I am neither a political analyst or a political blog but I shoot the pain of the Muslim beggar as I see it through the lens of my camera ..we have no leaders with the healing touch, we live in the past, first it was the partition than the riots and than the call of misplaced jihad .. brainwashing our youth.…
Mr Kiran Kumar, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. One of the most humble kind courteous human being , a great versatile actor ..I have known Bhaiji as he is fondly called since 1975 .. and he has always supported me and we share a great rapport..
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Kiran Kumar (Kashmiri: किरण कुमार (Devanagari), کرن کمار (Nastaleeq)) is a Mumbai-based Kashmiri Indian actor. He has worked in many Hindi and Gujarati films. He has been the hero in most of the Gujarati movies. He is the son of veteran character actor Jeevan.
Kiran Dhar (stage name- Kiran Kumar) is a descendant of a Kashmir royal family.He is the son of legendary character actor Jeevan. He is married to a Gujarati actress Sushma Verma. They have two children: Vikas Kumar who was working with David Dhawan as an Assistant Director and Srishti, who is a Mass Media graduate and runs a jewellery and clothing label with her mother called "Sush & Shish&q…
Once a few months back I was self employed , but though free I was unhappy mounting debts and suicidal thoughts forced me to take another option I work for another man.. I shut my shop in November and I am a salaried asshole on the face of my destiny..
I am gradually slowly paying of people , others who helped me from being buried under a mound , I am surfacing and getting back my lost hopes self esteem self respect..
I am becoming better if I can say so, and I wear shoes the beggar poet online ..Marziya loves polishing them , almost an allegory for giving my fate a new shine..
And this could be a textless post a mere picture but I stamped the signature of my angst to m…
broken wings through my blogs from one world to another world i fly my bleeding barefeet sullenly try to touch cripplingly the lord of the flies 72 nubile virgins broken hymens not for me fucked free by veiled cowards in paradise long beards stunted dwarfed terrorists in disguise down below an empty bowl the poor muslim beggar cries eunuch silence all around as muslims kill muslims as bombs stray bullets go flying by oops fuck taqqaiya a thought i wont deny a million curses on the killers of humanity from a jehad of destruction no reprise caught stealthily in a deathly vice a mother her unborn dead child tears as they dry why why why cyclops like catharsis an eye for an eye