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The Muslim Beggar Fights a Losing Battle on the Streets

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goats are polygamous by nature

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the niqab is moving ahead of the times ..

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the hijab is a badword in france

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the girl child is either killed in the womb..or for dowry by the groom caught between the cradle and the tomb

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these two hijab wearing ladies were deported from france luck by chance

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for the muslim beggar only two options die or beg

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muslim society encourages begging by misplaced charity

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muslim society encourages begging by misplaced charity, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
they will build grand mosques madrsas but wont rehabilitate the poor .. or the downtrodden.. goes without saying.. get a girl married at 15 and at 17 if her husband is a lout she is begging on the streets mother of two..blind too

her husband is watching from far while she begs.. a photographers eye misses nothing

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her husband is watching from far while she begs.. a photographers eye misses nothing, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
a child plays next to her , the other child in her husbands hands and this is what hurts he is forcing his wife to beg.. because he is a lazy lout.. good for nothing ..

i cannot escape beggars .. they are like wordless poetry on my soul

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the flesh was willing but the fucked spirit was weak..

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this is the worlds laziest dog in my area ,,. he is a born dreamer

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The Famous Beggar Hijras of Bandra Turner Road

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The Famous Beggar Hijras of Bandra Turner Road, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 236,576 items / 1,977,638 views

This is for my friend Bas Dickinson, from Tasmania , a friendly Australian with a heart of Gold.
He had come home had meals with me and endeared himself to my family, than I bought him here to the Turner Road Traffic signal I was barefeet hopping on one leg as the heat of the tar road can be very infuriatingly painful.

When I bought him to this famous Bandra Trafic Signal the hijras were not around, but they are there mostly at noon till about 5 pm... working their ass off running after cars when the traffic comes to a halt, pleading begging for alms.Most of the beggar hijras are in bad state smelly , sweaty, but they are polite and not unruly rwdy like other hijras at lesser known traffic signals..
This is a rich mans traffic stop, so this hijra in the yellow saree neatly dressed takes charge , she speaks fluent English, extremely convincing.. I give her mone…

it is mans inherent nature to beg..even when he has two eyes two hands two legs

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My Third Trip to The Bone Setter for my Leg

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My Third Trip to The Bone Setter for my Leg

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Applying the hot paste .. called lep on my fractured leg

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The Local Bone Setter And My Leg

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The Local Bone Setter And My Leg

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The Local Bone Setter And My Leg

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The Local Bone Setter And My Leg

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The Local Bone Setter And My Leg, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. He tied a rope and set the damaged bones in my feet

My Tryst With The Bone Setter Of Bandra

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My Tryst With The Bone Setter Of Bandra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

This was my second trip I had met with an accident at Hill Road incurred a hair line fracture being a diabetic did not want to go to a doctor xrays blood test so I went to the local bone setter but the guy was grouchy he bandaged my feet applied a local paste called lep,I had my camers but did not shoot the mother fuckers pictures ..and my leg got better ...

This was my second trip his replacement is a friendly guy I know since my earlier accidents so I shot an entire series ..

The Crawling Beggar of Bandra Bazar Road

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The Crawling Beggar of Bandra Bazar Road

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The Crawling Beggar of Bandra Bazar Road, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
I was with my wife when I spotted him I hurriedly got put of the rickshah gave him some money and took a few shots I could not miss him..and for a moment I had a feeling of deja vu I was back on the streets of Ajmer near the Dargah..

So really nothing much changes a beggar here or a beggar there the pain is universal the sufferings struggle continues both for him as a beggar and me as a fucked street photographer.