At my house everyone is a photographer , but though I am the patriarch of photography iin my house the benchmark and standard of our photography, is a white American Brooklyn born Jew , he is our extended family, we had no choice we had to adopt him as he is guru of Marziya Shakir the missing grand daughter in these pictures ,,he blessed , taught Marziya Shakir to encapsulate the world through the eye of the camera....so it is Dr Glenn Losack who is the hidden cause of our love for the camera.. and he loves Nerjis a lot..when Nerjis was seriously ill it was Glenn who kept our hopes alive , he gave us strength , he was certain and sure she would recover.. she has done fighting an illness that had become a bane of our lives.
Who shot these pictures like he was shooting in movie mode..not Marziya not my wife , nor my sons or their wives , nor my daughter , but my son none…
no dont shoot me she said, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. shy coy my lifes partner for 33 years the woman i had wed my poems she has never read romancing a stone pursuing illusions living and dead as the ricksha moved ahead thoughts memories pain pathos bestrewed like flowers on a bed some faded some jaded pink white yellow and red
"Those who are pure in heart and single in purpose are able to understand the most supreme Way. It is like polishing a mirror, which becomes bright when the dust is removed. Remove your passions, and have no hankering, and the past will be revealed to you"