Ali imaam-e-manasto manam Ghulaam-e-Ali hazaar jaan-e-giraamii fidaa-e-naam-e-Ali
Ali is the master of all, I am the slave of Ali a thousand lives are to be sacrificed for Ali
Haidariam qalandaram mastam bandaa-e-Murtaza Ali hastam peshvaa-e-tamaam virdaaram ke sage kuu-e-sher-e-yazdaanam
I belong to the Lion of God I am an intoxicated ecstatic wandering dervish I am a slave of Ali the Chosen One I am the leader of all the drunkards [mystical intoxication] As I am a dog in the street of the Lion of God [Sher-e Yazdaan is Persian for Lion of God].
kabhii diivaar hiltii hai, kabhii dar kaaNp jaataa hai Ali kaa naam sun kar ab bhii Khaibar kaaNp jaataa hai
Sometimes the wall shakes, sometimes trembles the door upon hearing the name of Ali, the fort of Khaibar trembles even now.
Gemstones Haji Malang, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. No shop keeper at Haji Malang or any other place would have the stones that I have on my fingers , but yet the best collection of gemstones you can find in Chameli Bazar Jaipur.
I am crazy about Turquoise , Durre Najaf , Muehh Najaf ..the two stones on my fingers are known as Shivas eye.. they are naturally formed agates.I have the best collection of the Shivas eye.
The blue on my thumb is Lapis Lazuli.. The blackish brown is Muehh Najaf The blue is Tibetan Turquoise from Ladakh
I also have a lot of amber kerba bought from Chor Bazar and from Iran.. I also have original coral from Formosa .
but a believer of hussain all be it a bleeding head a bleeding back wounds closely knit the sword cuts through flesh with every hit reverberating strokes of humanity free palestine free tibet free mankind from manacles of slavery a holy writ every land karbala every day ashura determination formidable grit to tyranny oppression we dont surrender or submit yazid who was corrupt mentally unfit it was not the throat of hussain it was the throat of islam he did slit a crime through shimr he did commit blinkers on their consciousness they know it but wont admit
A poet photograper no1, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. man would be a super man a better man if he used his heart not his brain trying to be god it seems so plain man is corrupted because of his brain he was meant to give pleasure not bequeath pain because of this cutting the branch on which he sits it seems so plain man a microcosm of mankind going down the drain
flickr has given me a new life as a poet photographer
I shoot Pain!, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Biblical Bricklaying Adam and Eve Abel and Cain Than came the Messiah A New Testament engrain Treading in the silence of his footsteps A Holy Spirit boatswain As for me with my camera pictorial poetry entrain searching for divinity in a drop of a tear in a blood stain yes I shoot Pain connected to a personality called Imam Hussain
Shia Samurai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This was two years back on the streets of Mumbai Mazgaon, the 40th day of Imam Hussains Martyrdom known as Chehlum, I was shooting pictures, you can see my camcod camera bag in the frame. I had cut my forehead was moving towards the Rehmatabad Shia cemetery where this mamoth procession of about 7 lac people converges. I saw these people doing the sword matam, that I had never done , Kassim Hallori put the Iranian sword in my hand,I just took it not knowing how to wield it , while a videographer took this shot on my Nikon D 70..blurred but it tells a story..perhaps the lack of sharpness adds to my initiation into this self inflicting spirtual art form..
I got a new message from a Word Press member who has been my pillar of strength and support since the time I placed my head here in the hall of cybernetic ill fame.When I deleted my account here at Word Press he still encouraged me from afar, I think he is a gifted huma…
Quiet Flows the Dawn, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. bleeding unheeding profusedly superceeding flows the Dawn head barren all shorn a shia reborn a rose pricked to death by its own thorn quiet flows the Dawn bleeding unheeding enemies of shiasm say heretical misleading a grief exceeding beneat the blood hussainiyat not reading quiet flows the Dawn a poetry written in blood bygone a new border on the heart of Karbala redrawn Ya Hussain Ya Hussain thus we mourn.
What is Pain?, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. i asked a bleeding drop of rain glistening on a human window pane the little droplet prismatic a burst open vein said i reflect karbala a spirtual domain to keep a covenant alive of the holy prophet his kith and kin was slain it was preordained shah ast hussain badshah ast hussain deen panah ast hussain within these lines entombed the story of pain Sar dad, na dad dast, dar dast-e-yazeed, haqqe bina la ilaha ast hussain verily a thought humane he gave his head not his hand true Islam we thus retain pain is hussainiyat behind a bleeding membrane with this sacrifice yazidiyat he did restrain
The Sword Matam of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Matam is infliction of pain. The sword matam is done in Iraq, in Mumbai it is done with a finesse , during Ashura at Imamambada Amin, the sowrd matam requires technique of wielding the sword right, this is not a flagellating blade, here at Amin there are veterans like Baqar that with a single slash requires 72 stitches, the flesh falls out of the body like minced pieces of mutton.. But on Chehlum , an Iranian gentleman brings 3 swords , originally tempered steel from Mashad Iran. About 4 people use it, a senior Khoja Shia Mr Bundeally, Kassim Hallori, the Iranian kid in the earlier picture of this lot. I was a newbie, but I gave it a go..criss crossed on my pictorial back are lines artistically drawn , a calligraphy of Pain.. a single name Ya Hussain..
If a ship full of hoodlums, terrorists had to enter our territorial waters leave aside the security forces even our somnolent system of law administration would never know ..first it was MV Wisdom now Mumbai rains bring in a new guest MV Pavit I shot this today , it was high tide , I walked over the rocks from one end to reach the Mora village end I shot extensively and the dust on my CCD has given me a lot of problem but I shot it nonetheless..
Today was my fourth fast of Ramzan Mubarak.. so it was a tiring shoot and I was totally dehydrated too..I carried my Bandra Times Press Card and spoke Shudh Marathi so even with my turban rings etc the Mumbai cops let me through..
Shooting Moharam Ghame Hussain is a legendary pain mammoth gigantic herculean and it crushes the soul of Man even a speck of dust like me a silhouette of nothingness and nothing else.
And on 21 Ramzan is shooting pain the mother of all pain the pain Of Imam Ali , head bowed to Allah and his head was slashed , a part a heart of Islam was slashed by the Father of Neo Islam that breeds on hate and sectarian strife..this is the beginning of my poetic tryst on the Internet that began of Muslims love killing Muslims per se..
This was one cruel act in the Mosque that gave a carte blanche to the rabid rogue Muslim to kill Shias with impunity mercilessly and partake of the fruits of the loom in Heaven with an added gift of 72 nubile Virgins..
I am not a religious scholar I chronicle the streets of pain , and I shoot hope trying to break free from a drop o…