Sakibs Sandal Mahim 2009, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Sakib is a very dear friend, he has a number of florists shops in Mumbai and at Haji Malang.I began shooting the sandals , dargahs rafaees through Sakib and Firoze Rafaee , but it was Fahad Khalil Pathan the son of the late Peshimam of the Makhdoom Shah Baba mosque who introduced me to them.
Incidentally I met Fahad Khalil Pathan during my weekly trips to Chor Bazar and the Kamatipura flea market.We both wear Kerba or amber, and Fahad has a very old and impressive necklace, so we became friends .
Fahad was the person who took me behind the Makhdoom Shah Baba dargah and introduced me to the Chancawalli Rafaees ..and thus began my tryst with the fakirs mendicants body piercers.
I thought this introduction was necessary especially for my friends at Facebook where I post most of my stuff too, I have posted 5001 links at Facebook..and samplers of my Flickr sets..
It was at Sakibs sandal I met Nazim Bhai brother of Pe…
but this time he will be slaughtered by al qaem vindicating the essence of ghame hussain blood of mohomed ali maula hussain in his veins break away sajjads manacles tauk and chain no more no more yazidiyat ever again bar yazid lanat his ancestry every grain from the skies on his accursed soul fires of rain alam abbas mashke sakina will rise again end of pain ya hussain ya hussain
but this time he will be slaughtered by qaem vindicating the essence of ghame hussain blood of mohomed ali maula hussain in his veins break away sajjads manacles tauk and chain no more no more yazidiyat ever again bar yazid lanat his ancestry every grain from the skies on his accursed soul fires of rain alam abbas mashke sakina will rise again end of pain ya hussain ya hussain
The Tazias on Ashura Lucknow, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The Tazias are replica of Hazrat Imam Husains Shrine , that is kept for 9 days in the House Imambada.On the 10th Day called Ashura the day of the Martyrdom of Imam Hussain they are carried bare feet to the Karbala Talkatora and put to final rest or buried.This is an absolutely sad day for the Shias.
My wife is a simple lady a housemaker though of late she has started dealing in Lucknowi chicken kurta sets , sets from Kokatta Jaipur and operates from home including bridal wear as my work shows no sign of improvement.
Earlier my wife was very confident and shoot my picture with guests mostly Flickr photographers who came to partake our hospitably but of late she is reticent and feels shy and avoids taking my camera in hand .
All this is due to the fact that Marziya has given all the amateur photographers in my house a very big complex , so now Marziya is the yardstick at home for good photography , and even I find my own prowess with the camera lacking and misplaced in front of Marziyas love for photography.
Yesterday I had taken her to the Ganesha workshops she painted a few idols and took pictures of the artisans sitting and working on the floor I lost count the…
KAMA ZANI Shia Head Cutting, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Kama Zani is the ritual of cutting your forehead with a dagger or a sword. The head is washed with water, the hair parted in the center , you take the dagger make seeps across the top of the head , while the group surrounding you encourage you invoking the name of Hazrat Ali..you slash perhaps once or twice the guys surrounding you try to snatch the blade away from you, than you beat your cut head to draw out the blood, some let it flow, if it is very severe the first aid guys bandage it applying generous amount of rose water nothing else.
At Rehmatabad in the cuts are far to sever than the first aid guys rush yu to the local Habi Hospital for medical attention, stitches in most cases.My friend Baqar Nassear cuts open his back with the deadliest sword he takes about 72 stitches,the piece of flesh is not to be found in most cases. In Lucknow a guy called Guddu Bawarchi, slashes himself with a sword rushing …
Hindu Muslim Two Sides of an Indian Coin, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj and Me he a Naga Sadhu from Juna Akhada living at Shanti Ashram near Film City we met at Nasik Kumbh Timbakeshwar under a banyan tree fused in our cultural ideology shivas third eye on my camera lens capturing harmony hari om was his repartee hindu muslim two sides of an indian coin our indianess the only reality in a demarcated divided world blinded by hate where man to man dont see spiritual terrorism what a tragedy right wing hindu radical or misguided jehadi dismembering the heart of one god the soul of our nationality destroying humanity
Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj is a very noble man, he gives space to your beliefs, he indulges you as man..a sensitive earthen pot of clay.. holding precious emotions a slight touch the pot cracks ..everything spills out .. I consider him a very good influence yes I bond with him…this has nothing to do with our diverse faiths or upbringing. This picture was shot by m…
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The Meaning of Death and Sacrifice, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I shot this a slow motion flow of emotions sparring of life v/s death, through Jimba a much loved goat of Bandra Bazar Road, I showed you a collage of painless sacrifice, Jimba was a symbol of the essence of Bakra Idd in its true sense, it was not about buying a goat getting it done over with, Jimba was raised as a human child, lost his animal attributes as he lived among kids.
Yes Jimba was a child as much as a child a child can be, in between I interrupted the flow of Death by showing you through links his bond with my grand daughter, I am not a butcher , I am a poet as we all are in one way or another..I showed a poem of life as it ends like all things have to end.
I would have not shot this if I had taken the normal route to my house ,mind you I walk barefeet and walking through blood flowing slums is not an easy thought too, I am a diabetic and my bravado is on leash..
Fire Walk or Ag Ka Matam Bandra, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I start another series on the Shia Moharam segment , walking on hot coals , known as Ag Ka Matam. I have walked on fire in most of the cities that I went to shoot Moharam, save Hyderabad and Kolkatta. Lucknow is the pioneer in this form of mourning for the Imams family that braved and walked barefeet as captives from Karbala to Yazids court in Damascus. This captive family was no ordinary family but the blood stream of the Holy Prophet..Peace Be Upon Him. I was not allowed to shoot pictures of the Hussain Tekri Ag Ka Matam, because of reasons unknown to me , but because the rights were sold to some exclusive channel. I was told by some people it is alleged. A few Shia think in terms of big bucks.. Lucknow Ag Ka Matam at Diyanutdaulah and Kazmain are the best The much touted Bada Imambada Fire Matam is a total eye wash, amateurs that have given it a complete bad name..I sincerely hope that Maulana Kalbe Jawa…
limbless akimbo life choked at the river bend sorrow down stream as it flows from beginning to end a living pain no hands to tend legless knees politely bent head bowed to god from evil he defends broken faith he mends moments lost illusions in deleted dreams that hope suspends memories that we had spent chor bazar the shia cemetery st michaels church appu i miss you my dear friend
Flashback, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. lost in the wilderness of a romantic bus stop a love life once idyllic now flippity flop holding the heart of loneliness pain revolving like a top dreams washed away on the rocks of carter road memories non stop the pesky hijda the intruding eyes of the cop life once full of fun now a full stop a woman's life aging in a post marital antique shop the love of life once a Sallu look alike now a bank teller white collared slop a wife also a domestic prop from the corners of the corridors of despair the neighbors eavesdrop what you sow is not what you reap a bad seed brings forth a bad crop tears that fall from moistened eyes like raindrops
to my great friend David Hazell a poetic satire on married life...
This is a Hyderabadi thing , the mourners lie in the path of the Alam and of course the Alambardar wont step on them but they sleep as a ritual to be under the protection of Alam Abbas .. this I was told keeps them free from evil, bad health..its signifies holistic healing..but they would prefer the Almbadar to walk over them for 100 %cure..
Ghame Hussain, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I had cut my head first at the Bargah in the afternoon, but there was no one to shoot me, and besides I was bleeding heavily I was rushed immediately for clean up and bandaging..
This was shot by Ejaz photographer when sadness prevailed , all the mourners had left , we were in the privacy of Baqar Saabs room at the Bargah..
The end of Ashura proceedings leaves a vacuum , an emptiness and a pain, I was on my legs since morning , no water no victuals, and I would have left much earlier to shoot the Bibi Ka Alam, but there was a problem, in the morning I had given my Nikon battery charger with a battery for charging to a guy ,I knew by face but had forgotten to ask his name , and neither could I find him nor my charger , so I waited till the end when the Alamdars came back, I found the charger it was with a person I did not know nor did he know me..such was my luck..thanks to Imran I got it back safely from the person conce…
muslim beggar woman the usual land scape be it lucknow mumbai hyderabad from her impoverished destiny - no escape standing begging for alms in a funereal drape hidden beneath her hijab her pain her sorrow her life in bad shape from the cauldron of her karmic calamity a few crumbs scrape her dreams like a bunch of sour grapes slits for eyes at a stony wall of silence agape