Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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

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

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The Cassock the Nuns Habit Are Not Religious Symbols

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

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

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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 that I am bringing forward as I post them as links on Google+ I am not on Facebook anymore ..I had over 2500 friends when I left Facebook in September I deactivated my account and those of my grand daughters too .. we are on Google+ simply because it is a serious platform , no pokes no breaching walls of hate , and I am overwhelmed by those GooglePlussers who have added me recently I thank them may their tribe increase .. .your adding me is adding my street world of pain of incongruity and mortality..

I shoot every second of my own death as I live it on this Planet of Apes ..sweet and sour grapes .
.a scarred debauched raped sodomized landscape .. false values on the soul of our consciousness hung as drapes ..and waiting for the Great Escape ..the flesh was willing the soul in bad shape ..

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..

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..

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

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

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
barren acrid
one osama killed
another
will be born
the same old block
just a new kid

The Silhouette of the Hijab

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

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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

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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 Scriptures with Eve (Hawwâ’- حواء) who succumbed to the serpent's temptation and has eaten the forbidden fruit.
Of course this is was a parable nevertheless today women still have to bear the consequences of this metaphor as if men were forgetting that their mothers are also women...
Education is the only way to emancipate women and to avoid oppression from men.
Sorry to take so much space here, I just felt writing my thoughts while watching those pictures...
Have a nice day everyone.

My reply in gratitude and humility


Thank you Laurent your words are your moments of experience as a person of French origin, but having watched Marziya take to the hijab, I feel differently I think a person has a right to wear the garment of her choice oppression can be inherent even when the person does not wear the hijab, wife beatings , women forced into slavery is an oppression and women s oppression begins the day she gives birth in a mans world where mostly she is treated as a commodity as a mere organ of productivity.

I cannot say much about Sarkozy and France , he has a agenda and France has not been France by only banning religious symbols or the Hijab.

France gave us Liberty Freedom Equality and definitely not racial profiling but than respect to your laws and regulations is part of the ethos of your country.

Public opinion good or bad will always raise its head we live in a free world - freedom of expression is the core of mans humanity and peace .


It also depends on individual Muslim backgrounds a Muslim comes from , luckily at our house the hijab was not an issue nor was it compulsory, my sisters never wore it dont wear it at all but my mother did.

My wife began wearing it as she suffers from an ultra violet ray condition initially than it became part of her traditional spirituality.

My daughter does not wear the hijab only the head scarf, my daughter in laws who are my daughters now wear the hijab as it was part of the heritage of their lives since young they brought it to our house..


So in a way the hijab here in India has a unique uniformity as a Muslim identifying sartorial garb , a garb of modesty.

The complete head to toe covering is the more conservative and is become the flavor of our times.

But for security purposes I think the Muslim woman should let it down willingly while entering a place of a high risk government building..

And I digress as much as the hijab is a garment of Peace it is worn by terrorists to show they are Muslims and as Muslims love to blow up Holy Shrines of Shias or other sect is part of the ideology of Misplaced Jehad and Martyrdom/


And I respect Aleems views , he is a wise person but his thoughts or mine are not part of a majority Muslim society , whose members might ogle at another woman lustfully but keep their own women covered from head to toe..cheek and jowl.

More important than just the Hijab and over blowing its faults and its virtues the fact remains Muslim womans emancipation , education self survival and her place in society with dignity is far more a burning issue I would not be shooting ladies begging on the streets , veiled or unveiled.

I dont sell my pictures nor do I need to gain cookie points.

Being a foreigner or a person who is not a Muslim whose wife or women relative dont wear the hijab it is not part of your tradition or culture and using cudgels of hate to ban or condemn the hijab is unnecessary hate and racial profiling.

These are my personal views and not part of my community or my religiosity.. I echo my pain my thoughts I am opinionated but so are all of you most of the time..

Good Morning from Mumbai.


where the hijab
is not part of
their custom
tradition those that
are not muslims
dont know what
the core essence
of the hijab is
they love to bash it
burn it condemn it
as is where is
a garment of modesty
not a garment of oppression
they deliberately confuse
ignorance is bliss
racial profiling
a thought amiss
respect better opportunities
is more important than all this
the woman within the hijab
has a right to wear what
she wants to wear
you simply
with words of hate
condemnation
a freedom of expression
sartorial or spiritual
cannot dismiss
or place it on a black list
understand the reality
the ancestry of the hiab
before you say something
is my gist
dont wrongfully
give it an ugly twist
let the hijab
the muslim woman
who wears it
mutually co exist

your support
in this regard
we enlist
hope and humanity
irrespective
live and let live

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