Zaira Saif Shakir My Third Grand Child

Zaira Saif Shakir My Third Grand Child, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

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I got a comment on one of my pictures of a child with a broken hand at Google+ , a child I shot on impulse , I shoot most of my pictures on impulse that later or maybe even after several years when I freshen them up become poems , but mind you I shoot pictures as a poet.. and my stilted prose too is poetry..

I answered the persons comment and here I bring it to Flickr but not on the original picture but the picture of my youngest grand daughter Zaira Saif Shakir, I have not been very close to her , as I have been to my other two grand daughters Marziya Shakir and Nerjis Asif Shakir..daughters of my older son.

Marziya Shakir was my first grand child I lavished her with every gift including the art of poetry that I call photography, she shoots street pictures from the age of 2 , I showed her what no parent would , I showed her poverty , the slums the world of animals , and other values I showed her the hijra eunuch community that I shoot and showcase.. I left nothing ..she shoots like me on impulse.

She is 4 years old studying in Junior KG in a convent school.

Than came Nerjis Asif her sister I launched her on Google+ within hours of her birth on the first day, but I did not shoot her the way I shot Marziya Shakir over 12 000 images or more of her at Flickr in a set.

I also compiled a set of pictures she has shot that generates a lot of views and she browses them.. and calls it Marziya.com.

However with Nerjis Asif Shakir I had to bring all adventures of the stret to a Stop , simply because she was diagnosed with a very serious dangerous illness , no pets , and total seclusion , we all wash our hands before we touch her , and though she looks tough she is very fragile..I decided to teach her photography she is 8 month old on the Canon EOS 7D.

The first lessons are bearing fruit she loves the camera , drools over it and I make it a point every picture I shoot I show it to her on the monitor and the laptop..she is a Malang like me with a gifted sense of perception..when she fell ill I disabled view of her website her pictures.. you cant see most of them.

She has valiantly fought her illness recovered and her story continues ..

Now the prettiest Shakir in the picture Zaira Saif Shakir , she loves me and I am trying to get both Nerjis and Zaira to bond a very tough task both share a sibling rivalry for my love.. but I am trying .

I am a recuse I come from work I play with my grand kids type with one finger blog and share my Flickr imagery at Google+..

So now on this post I copy my comment of the Muslim child with the broken hand .. so it lives as a blog post too..

The comment from a Google+friend

+Firoze Shakir Many of the photos you share disturb me a great deal. You're documenting a world of extremes and violence in everyday reality. I don't understand the images and, as a photojournalist myself for many years, I keep you in a circle because I'm learning from you....but I don't really know what I'm learning. This image of this child makes me feel very sad. And it makes me wonder what in the hell is going on around him...

My reply in humility and gratitude..

Please if you think my pictures are for titillation ,, or for promoting hate ill will remove me from your Circle..

I will not take that against you as you added me in good faith..I shot this child on impulse ,near a tailoring workshop where I come to give work, it is not a slum but a mini Muslim ghetto..I saw him playing by himself I asked a lady presuming her to be his mother , what had happened to his hand, she just said matter of factly he fell broke his arm..

I was saddened I have 3 grand kids and extreme care is taken at all times they are more precious than our own lives ...but than I also realized a child imbibes his surroundings the squalor the habitat..

Now that you have made this post an issue in a certain kind of way I will try to get at the bottom of his story.. as you see it as a photo journalist I shoot and relive pain as a poet.. a street poet and street photographer..

If you saw my picture of a drunk mother and her child on the street you will know what I mean, I shoot I move on .. I shoot without asking questions I shoot jigsaw puzzles of life and it hurts me as it hurts the viewer too..

I dont shoot anything that would hurt sense or sensibility I shoot to awaken the comatose soul of human consciousness in my society.. not yours , you guys are more lucky than us but you have earned it we are trying..

And this comment is by itself a blog post..

Take Care Peace