Tuesday, December 11, 2012

My Photography During Moharam Is Based On Humanity Blood Sweat And Tears


a blade
cutting through
a childs head
the child
does not fear
as karbala
a poem
a passion
draws near
a ship on
the sands of
destiny
he steered
why we bleed
to others might
appear weird
but it is a mark
of our faith
unlike those with
marks on the
forehead
long beard
persecution
embedded alive
in walls bombed
dismembered
decapitated
the shias
are waiting
for their
hallowed
imam when
he appears
into the
womb of
ghame
husain
a shia
child is
born
nurtured
reared

this poem in its humility is dedicated to my dearest friends hassan shirazi and dr mansoor showghi ..

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