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I am a Dam Madar Malang ..a Beggar Poet And More

I am a Dam Madar Malang ..a Beggar Poet And More, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. i also call myself
a fashion whore
my world Microsoft
windows revolving
doors i am
sartorial silence
a mannequin
in a fashionstore
i am a wave
kissing her feet
on the seashore
that she has
deleted me
from her consciousness
a thought i ignore
i am a whisper
breathing down the
nape of her neck
the sweaty musky
fragrance
of the dress
she wore
her haughtiness
humbled by
my humility
at the core

we beg so we live .. our parents who created us in a hurry we forgive

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab , a set on Flickr.

The Cassock the Nuns Habit Are Not Religious Symbols

The Cassock the Nuns Habit Are Not Religious Symbols, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The Silhouette of Of Pain on the Soul of the Hijab


It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong
Voltaire

a nuns habit
a priests cassock
are not religious symbols
the holy popes vestments
by god they were ordained
on rock of hope sartorially
remained its a different
matter altogether
to the church
they were chained
its only when the
peaceful muslim
woman wears the hijab
the entire white world
is pained racism
in reality on the soul
of humanity
ingrained
french philosophy
by Sarkozy explained


This is my 5508 poem at Flickr for the records

Not Through Shooting Pictures But Shooting With The Soul a Street Photographer is Born

Not Through Shooting Pictures But Shooting With The Soul a Street Photographer is Born, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Marziya Shakir street photographer who shoots eternity without a camera .

Age 2 and a Half Year Old

This is dedicated to Randy Der Joel


From:


Randall Joel Der Randall Der
Subject:

getting better


like a good wine your art and your relevance matures daily
over the past year you have grown bigger than Everest!
leaving me glen and some of the other artists i have learned about behind in the dust!
i will love to follow you and honored!

My reply

Glenn is my Master and Randy I follow you too

Marziyas Lessons In Charity on the Streets

Marziyas Lessons In Charity on the Streets, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 226,913 items / 1,886,885 views

I am writing this last post before I rush to work while I shoot her and the mother son duo ..what is Marziya thinking , mind you she thinks like a street photographer and she knows she is not the subject , she is the sutradhar of my story of life and pain.

She is what binds my camera through her vision to a future I will never know , I wanted to leave this post sans text but I am adding it to empty the reservoir off my half empty angst my pictorial pathos.


Luckily this area is our home base but normally we both create crowds and Marziya can shoot with my camera on the streets too though I am scared she might let it go but she holds it with dear life..


And I dedicate this post to my new Facebook friend Mr Pratap Sehgal a giant of a multi faceted literary man.. My best wishes to him and his guidance on a path of words I have undertaken .

Update
These are old posts…

Allah Ek.. Bhikari Hazar..Dilon Pe Chot Kaleje Pe War ..Yeh Hai Nai Umar Ki Nai Fasal Ka Ishtiyar

Because My Grand Daughter Was Born To Comfort I Taught Her What Her School Will Not Teach..

Because My Grand Daughter Was Born To Comfort I Taught Her What Her School Will Not Teach.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I taught her to shoot pictures of the poor, the deformed , the helpless the homeless , I wanted her to remember beyond her world of toys was another world of pain , I introduced her to life ,I took her into the slums , I taught her charity, devotion and love for humanity..

Her schoolbooks had limited knowledge and as her grand father I told her tales and made her shoot them too..

My grand daughter Marziya Shakir is gifted simply because she uses the camera as her eyes to the world beyond..

And in her footsteps getting ready to hold the camera waiting in the wings is her sister only 7 month old.. more than any toy what excites her is the camera ..

The camera in our house, holds the highest place as a message of peace that transcends every other medium..

Almost every person in my house shoots pictures ..

Because My Grand Daughter Was Born To Comfort I Taught Her What Her School Will Not Teach..

Because My Grand Daughter Was Born To Comfort I Taught Her What Her School Will Not Teach.., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I taught her to shoot pictures of the poor, the deformed , the helpless the homeless , I wanted her to remember beyond her world of toys was another world of pain , I introduced her to life ,I took her into the slums , I taught her charity, devotion and love for humanity..

Her schoolbooks had limited knowledge and as her grand father I told her tales and made her shoot them too..

My grand daughter Marziya Shakir is gifted simply because she uses the camera as her eyes to the world beyond..

And in her footsteps getting ready to hold the camera waiting in the wings is her sister only 7 month old.. more than any toy what excites her is the camera ..

The camera in our house, holds the highest place as a message of peace that transcends every other medium..

Almost every person in my house shoots pictures ..

I Refuse To Believe I Shoot Beggars .. I Shoot the Degradation of Human Life On The Soul of My Poetry

As a Photographer I Was Mocked By This Child .. She Humiliated My Inner Vision ..And Spat on My Decisive Moment As it Did Not Exist in her Own Life

As a Photographer I Was Mocked By This Child .. She Humiliated My Inner Vision ..And Spat on My Decisive Moment As it Did Not Exist in her Own Life, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. As a Photographer I Was Mocked By This Child .. She Humiliated My Inner Vision ..And Spat on My Decisive Moment As it Did Not Exist in her Own Life

First It Was The Mother Next The Daughter They Will Use .. In Muslim Society Women are Used And Abused

The Rich Muslim Becomes Rich The Poor Muslim Does Not Exist

Muslim Woman ..Wordless Poetry

Muslim Woman ..Wordless Poetry, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. before
she sat here
her mother did
before her mother
sat here
her grand mother did
their pain
with a covering
their faces hid
they tried very hard
from one generation
to the next
their fate
in the noble
city of nawabs
they could not rid
a few coins
to fill the
empty stomach
of their kids
adab tehzeeb
shaan e lucknow
a poetic thought
on a reference grid

26 May 2011

I have added extra text today
wordless poetry my soul forbid

their future leave aside
man even god wont edit
muslim society
a curse a boon
just blew the lid
muslims killing muslims
neo Islam
power packed
hungry blood thirsty
on the path
of humanity
as it skids
the unborn muslim
child cursing his fate
another bloody eid
instead of goats
it is one muslim
slaughtering
another muslim
eunuch muslim society
as it was in karbala
with shut eyelids
yazid yazidiyat
the soul of peace
outbids
terror terrorism
is home grown
a poetic thought
as life grows
ba…

The Silhouette of the Hijab

The Silhouette of the Hijab, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. a quintessentially
quiet garment
peaceful garb
of a muslim womans
modesty
they love
to condemn
it is us v/s them
chaos and mayhem
the beauty of the hijab
a womans
precious gem
the silhouette
of the hijab
unending poem
from the soul
of muslim
womanhood
it stems
fountainhead
of fantasy
la mode
de la femme

She Has Turned Her Back In Pain

She Has Turned Her Back In Pain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 135,269 items / 1,020,418 views

she is fed up with the lot of muslim women
regressive fatwas by monolith mullahs
she has turned her back in pain
she is a traditionalist in a modern world
keeping the values of her faith
on the path of truth and humanity
she remains she is wearing
a garb of modesty the hijab
but she is not in chains
yet the western world
on her garment of peace
guns they train a crazy world
going more and more
insane at least standing up
with self respect dignity
she does not whine or complain
being a muslim woman
in a muslim male
mullah backed
dominated society
she rises again and again
poetically as a photographer
through a visual
i try to explain
the muslim woman
the Silhouette of the Hijab
the resilience the strength
of our womanhood contain

The Silhouette of The Hijab

The Silhouette of The Hijab, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 135,281 items / 1,022,446 views


inspired by my dear friend laurent

Designldg Laurent
I want to write a few words along this amazing work of photojournalism done by my friend Firoze but I am confused.
I am confused because I am coming from a culture which doesn't understand women wearing a hijab, a few days ago it became officially forbidden to wear it in public in France.
However my adopted country is India where I spend most of my... See More time and there I have friends whom wives, mothers or sisters wear it.
When I talked to those ladies I realized that some of them decided to wear it and sometimes even against the will of their husbands.
As my dearest friend Aleem said if everyone was respecting each others there would be no need for it.
I also think that everyone should be free to do whatever she/he wants or feel.
Women are oppressed all over the world at different levels, it started in the Holy Scriptu…

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