Aj Hamara Imam Hamse Juda Hogaya -Athvi In India

Aj Hamara Imam Hamse Juda Hogaya -Athvi In India, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

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Fatima ke dil ka chain haq pe fida ho gaya.
sar shahe mazloom ka tan se juda hogaya

Today the Shias in India will bring two month eight days of mourning to an end ...Moharam the month celebrated as New Year by the Islamic world but the New Year of the Shias is the beginning of Ghame Hussain , memories of Hussain his Martyrdom Ashura and Karbala..

Personally Moharam never ends Majlis the memory of Hussain the matam.. never ends and this memory of pain is the universal strength of the Shia that keeps his faith alive from one generation to the next.. the black clothes stained with dried blood , the zanjir the kama and the sword will be put away in the cupboards ..to be bought out next Moharam.. and strangely when the rest of the Islamic world fasts .. during Ramzan , the Shia will once again let out a screamless cry of pain on 19 Ramzan , Shab e Zarbat and on 21 Ramzan early in the morning the matam the flagellation the blood will flow freely on the day the Shias commemorate the pain of the Martyrdom of Imam Ali father of Hussain and cousin of the Holy Prophet son in law of his daughter Princess Fatima.

Live Like Ali Die Like Hussain...its better to live like lion for a day than a coward all ones life is the mantra of survival of the Shia .. the Shia never dies bomb him destroy him , do what you want the Shia rises again and again and again , kill him in Afghanistan , he will be born in Lucknow kill him in Iraq he will be born in Mumbai kill him in Pakistan he will be born in Hyderabad .. simply because even Yazid could not kill Hussain , Hussain was killed in Karbala but he was born all over again on the Soul of Islam.. he saved Islam from Yazid..

And these are my thoughts as a beggar poet of India and also a Dam Madar Malang above all a Hindu Shia.. Shiasm made me Human..

I have shot Athvi in Lucknow the Chup Tazia the silent echo of painGhabrayegi Zainab.. at Nakas when the Chup Tazia begins its journey from the gates of the Shia Girls College to be buried at the Karbala of Kazmain.

Ghabraye Gi Zainab (Lyrics)

Ghabraye Gi Zainab (S.A)
Ghabraey Gi Zainab
Bhaiya tumhain ghar ja k
Kahan paey gi Zainab
Ghabraey Gi Zainab

Kaisa ye bhara ghar hua
barbad Ilahi
Kya aai tabahi
Ab iss ko na abaad
Kabhi paey gi Zainab
Ghabraey Gi Zainab

Ghar Ja k kisay dekhe gi
Qasim hain na abaad
Akbar se bhi hai aas
Apne Ali Asghar ko
Kahan paey hi Zainab
Ghabraey Gi Zainab

Poochain ge jo sab log
K bazu pe hua kya
Ye neel hai kesa?
Kis kis ko nishan rassi k
Dikhlaey gi Zainab
Ghabraey Gi Zainab

Phhat jaey ga
Bas dekh k he
Ghar ko kaleja
Yaad aao ge bhaiya
Dil dhoonde ga tum ko
To kahan paey gi Zainab
Ghabraey Gi Zainab

Be parda hui
Qaid bhi kha harm uthhai
Aur maut na aai
Kya jaaniye kya kya abhi
Dukh paey gi Zainab
Ghabraey Gi Zainab (S.A)


I have shot Athvi at Mehmoodabad walking alongside one of Indias greatest humble Mauliees Sulaiman Bhai erstwhile Raja of Mehmoodabad , but than because of the bigotry , of a certain segment of the Shias of Lucknow I distanced myself from the city of my birth forever .. I decided took a vow never to ever visit Lucknow as long as I live.. I miss Lucknow I miss Athvi but I respect my values I hate oppression I follow the tenets of freedom set by Imam Hussain ..

I am happy that my grandchildren are part of the ethos of Lucknow through my grand father Daroga Nabban Saab descendant of poet Mir Anis..and through their mother a Lucknow born too.

Both my grandchildren are devout Shias , my grand daughter does kamzaani at the age of 4 and my grand daughter just six month old Nerjis Asif Shakir has had her back scourged with flagellating blades on Ashura , this is our form of Tabarrah.. we shed our blood for our Imam,, and I do the Tandav leaping in the air with my dagger doing the Dance of Death Durga like on the soul of Shimr..

My three month old Mumbaikar grand daughter Zaira Saif Shakir will have her back scourged today.. and I shall cry when I take those shots ..

I have shot the Athvi in Govandi a few years back but than I began shooting the Malad Malvani Athvi as I get to shoot the Kama Zani Zanjir zani for one last time ..

And finally tomorrow the Shias cerebrate the greatest Eid called Eid e Zehra 9 Rabilawal vindicating the sorrow of a mother and proud of the tears the ancestry of the Shias .. his essence his birthright .. his path his goal his destination.. A Maksade Fatima for a Maksade Hussain..

Athvi Amary Juloos Malad Malwani 2011

Athvi Amary Juloos Malad Malwani 2011, a set on Flickr.

Malaika And Ghame Hussain

Malaika And Ghame Hussain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

karbala ashura
two lamps in her eyes
our path to paradise
a love of hussain
no taqqaya
no disguise
he gave his head
but not his hand
he paid a price
to save
the pillars
of islam
on the soul
of humanity
a great sacrifice
hussain lives
yazid is dead
only his followers
their canard their lies
hands folded
their hopes
yet to reach
the skies
shiasm
its resurgence
its rise
now you know
why the shia bleeds
why the shia cries
with his faith
he does not
compromise
every yazid
he defies
through
the bleeding blades
his kamazani
his zanjir matam
sword matam
he replies
lanat
on the killers
of hussain
an act of terrorism
we all despise

Ae Wafa Ke Paygambar Nafse Fatehe Khyber Aye Hussain Ke Bhai

Ae Wafa Ke Paygambar Nafse Fatehe Khyber Aye Hussain Ke Bhai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

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Daroga Nabban Saab of Pata Nala Lucknow

Daroga Nabban Saab of Pata Nala Lucknow, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

My late grandfather Daroga Nabban Saab was the descendant of poet Mir Anis one of his son Chaudhan Syed was born mute and so my grand father a writer of Marsiyas wrote this about him..

Syed jo moonh se bole toh kudrat ka ahad hai
kabre nabi peh phoolon ki chaddar chadaunga

It is said my Uncle began to speak and my grandfather fulfilled his wish..

I dont know why I remember this ..

Ya Hussain Alvida Ya Hussain Alvida

Ya Hussain Alvida Ya Hussain Alvida, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

With heavy hearts, we take this opportunity to bid farewell to the Martyrs of Karbala as the Ayyam-e-Aza come to an end. We will have to wait for another year to witness and experience maajlis, matam, Ashura, Arbaeen, mourning, and azadari at this scale. As we remove the black cloth from the walls, we salute the Martyrs of Karbala and declare that we are with you, we are with you, surely we are against your enemies. We will endeavor to perform your Ziyarat, and will endeavor to shed tears in your remembrance every Thursday night. Furthermore, we will strive to apply the principles you stood for in our daily lives; the foremost of which is dedication and loyalty to the Imam of the Time (A).