Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Love And The Beggar Child

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Kapte Hathon Pe Hai Lashe Pisar Gham Se Phata Jata Hai Shae Ka Jigar

My Grand Mother Khurshed Baji Looked Like Nerjis Asif Shakir


Khurshed Baji my dads mom stayed close to Khakhan Manzil Vazir Ganj Lucknow...she was a Syed hardcore Shia lady who had married my Sunni grand father Bashir Hussain from Subatiya Bagh..a famous vinegar merchant..he wisely converted to Shiasm, and remained a Shia till the end of his life..after his death that made my paternal grand mother a widow ,she befriended a Hindu lady who became a Shia too Chanda Baji both were best friends and my dad Mohomed Shakir and a daughter were her only children, my aunt I believe died soon as she got married without any issue I am told..

For my dad my grandmother chose the elder daughter of the House of late Daroga Nabban Saab descendant of Mir Anis poet ...but my dad a very good looking guy working in Bombay was not happy as he wanted to see his bride to be , so he climbed a wall and instead of spotting his bride he spotted the brides sister .. later to be my mother Begum or Shamim..

My grand mother realized that her son Jiyio as my dad was called now had fallen in love with my mother on first sight so she relented and got him marred to my 14 year old mother I was born in the same year at home , at my mothers home Imliwali Gali Patanala close to Subatya bagh..

My maternal grandfather Daroga Nabban Saab was already dead part of his family from his first marriage were settled in Karachi.. I am told..my maternal grand mother Nazmi Begum was his second wife ..widow of his brother Babban Saab..

My mother moved to Mumbai where my dad lived and later we became tenants of Late Nawab Kashmiri of Khatau Bhuvan Wodehouse Road ..now Jony Castle ..

And Khurshed Baji my dads mom was a great story teller a fun loving person who loved her grand children , me my sister Najma brother Shakil dearly ..Shakil was her lifeline..

So now seeing her resemblance on my second grand daughter Nerjis Asif Shakirs face I was reminded of my childhood too..

I Am a Shia Muslim ..And a Shia Hindu Too


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I am an Indian
who loves his
mother country
as you
love yours too
my Islam
is not Wahabbi
I must clear that
or it might hurt you
with your
religiosity
i have no issue
whether you
are a pagan
atheist
agnostic
christian
or a jew
my karbala
 is hindustan
my blood
soul sinew
i curse
yazid shimr
mauwiyah
3 others
 on the menu
i am opinionated
a thought
 i cant undo
hussain
is humanity
humility his
greatest virtue
he saved islam
yazidiyat
he overthrew


on the face of
the enemy of hussain
i flung this shoe


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