Saturday, August 4, 2012

the one year old street photographer canon 60 d user nerjis asif shakir

Moghul Masjid Imamwada Road ..Mumbai

Moghul Masjid Imamwada Road ..Mumbai

jis tarah ek zaat-e-Muhammad hai be-misaal paidaa hu’aa na hogaa ko’ii duusraa Ali


Lyrics and Translation of Haq Ali Ali by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.

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.

Note: During the battle for the Fort of Khaibar, Ali rooted out the heavy door of the fort and used it as his shield.

shaah-e-mardaaN Ali
Ali Ali Ali
Ali Maula Ali

King of the brave men, Ali
Ali Ali Ali
Ali, [my] master Ali.

patthar pe alam deen ka gaaRaa jisne
lalkaar kar Marhab ko pichaaRaa jisne

[One] who implanted the flag of faith on the rocks
[One] who challenged Marhab and defeated him.
Note: In the same war, Ali challenged and defeated the celebrated warrior Marhab.

Haq
Ali Ali Ali
Ali Maula Ali

[The] truth!
Ali Ali Ali
Ali, [my] master Ali

jap le jap le mere manvaa
yahii naam sacchaa hai pyaare
yahii naam tere sab dukh haare
isii naam kii barkat ne diye raaz-e-haqiiqat khol

my heart! chant this
[as] this is the name that is true.
This is the name that removes suffering
[and] the auspiciousness of this name opened the secrets of being.

shaah-e-mardaaN Ali
la fataa illah Ali
sher-e-yazdaaN Ali

King of the brave, Ali.
There is no one except Ali
[and] the lion of God is Ali.

tan par Ali, Ali ho zubaaN par Al Ali
mar jauuN to kafan par bhii likhna Ali Ali

My body chants Ali, so does my tongue
[and] when I die, then write Ali on my shroud.

baGhair hubb-e-Ali mudd’aa nahiiN miltaa
ibaadatoN kaa bhii hargiz silaa nahiiN miltaa
Khudaa ke bandoN suno Ghaur se Khudaa kii qasam
jise Ali nahiiN milte use Khudaa nahiiN miltaa

Without the love of Ali, desire is not fulfilled
not even the prayers are answered.
O! slaves of God listen carefully, by God!
One who does not realizes Ali does not realize God.

basad talaash na ab kuch vus’at-e-nazar se milaa
nishaan-e-manzil-e-maqsuud raahbar se milaa
Ali mile to mile Khaana-e-Khudaa saa hameN
Khudaa ko dhuuNdha to vo bhi Ali ke ghar se milaa

Don’t search for anything now, match the eternal search
match the footprints of the desired destination with guide
to get Ali is like getting a house of God
searching for God too, we found Him in Ali’s house.

diid Haider kii ibaadat, hai ye farmaan-e-nabii
hai Ali ruuh-e-nabii, jism-e-nabii, jaan-e-nabii
gul-e-tathiir Ali
haq kii shamshiir Ali
piiroN ke piir Ali

The sight of Ali in itself is prayer, so said the Prophet
Ali is the soul, body and life of the Prophet
Ali is the purified flower
Ali is the sword of the truth
Ali is the saint of the saints.

dast-e-ilaa kyuuN na ho sher-e-Khudaa Ali
maqsuud har ataa hai shah-e-laa-fataa Ali
jis tarah ek zaat-e-Muhammad hai be-misaal
paidaa hu’aa na hogaa ko’ii duusraa Ali
“Bedam” yahii to paaNch haiN maqsuud-e-qaaynaat
Khairunnisaa, Hasan, Hussain, Mustafaa, Ali

At the door of god why not be like the Lion of God.
Every intention has a reward, King of the Victorious is Ali
Like the progeny of Muhammad is unique and unmatchable
There is none born nor ever will, like Ali
These five are indeed the reason of creation;
Khairunnisaa (Fatima, prophet’s daughter), Hasan, Hussain (Ali’s sons), Mustafa (Prophet Muhammad), Ali

Haq
Ali Ali Ali
Ali Maula Ali

[The] truth!
Ali Ali Ali
Ali, [my] master Ali

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Gemstones Haji Malang

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 .

Shia Hindu or a Shia Pandit

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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

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!

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

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 human soul, all roundedly Indian no doubt about that, a far better wielder of the pen than me...
I copy his message a testimonial to our friendship predestined and ordained by a Cyborg God..



"Thanks for your mail. For a few weeks the climate defeated me completely, and now after consulting the physician I find that I have the elite club of people who have to forego sugar and all the sweet things in life. I am slightly under the weather.

What if I haven't mailed you for long. You have awed me and wowed me to no end with your mad love for writing and anytime I come upon your posts or are reminded of them, I cannot stop wondering at the perennial supply of your ideas, imaginations and informations.

Whenever you write to me in the midst of your busy time, I become so emotional with a sense of being engulfed by your ever flowing and never ebbing fountain of writing.

You are a fakir, you are a sadhu and you are both an introvert and an extrovert. These words are not forced out of me.

May God Almighty shower you with longevity, health and happiness and peace of mind so that you will pour out your mind for ever and ever. I remember the story of a sufi saint who started learning the meaning of la ilaha illaha Muhammad ur rasool ul laha, who while he understood as far as La illaha, was burnt to ashes by the King, and his ashes thrown into the sea, and the king could hear the waves saying incessantly, La illaha.

With regards,

Your brother"

Quiet Flows the Dawn

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?

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

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..

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MV Pavit To Have It Or Not To Have It..

Zuljana Zuljana Teeron Ko Di Panah

“Hum ko Gham-e-Hussain (A.S) mien marna qabool hai,

Is raah mien mila hua patthar bhi phool hai.

Jannat na payenge Gham-e-Shabbir (A.S) ke baghair;

Bay hubb-e-Ahle-Bayt (A.S) ki shahi fuzool hai.

Barchhi laga na seene pe Akbar (A.S) ke, aey laeen,

Kya Tujh ko khabar naheen ki ye Shabih-e-Rasool (S.A.W.W.A) hai.

Ay Shimr qatl karnay se pehle yeh soch ley;

Ye Fatima (S.A) ka laal hai,Ibne Rasool (S.A.W.W.A) hai.

Jannat ki fikr ho mujhe, Khurshid,kis liye;

Jannat meray Hussain (A.S) ke qadmon ki dhool hai"......

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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..

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alam gaade jo paani par use abbas kehte hai...

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wafa ko naaz ho jis par use abbas kehte hai,
lage jo saniye haider use abbas kehte hai,
alam patthar pe jo gaade use kehte hai sab haider,
alam gaade jo paani par use abbas kehte hai...

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21 Ramzan Painful Memory on the Soul of Islam and Humanity

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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 of tear , and I am as much a Hindu as I am a Shia , read this as a metaphor of a Shia born in India lives amicably with the rest of the world that is Hindu.. and Christians and other communities too..

And as I fast along with me my Hindu brother is in in the solemnity of Shravan I shall shoot his festivals with the same passion as I shoot my own , this was my pledge when a Hindu friend grabbed my Zanjir during Ashura in Mumbai, he could not bear my pain , he slashed his back and he became one with me , he slashed his back and I kept on crying wailing liked I had a lost a part of my own and found him again..

I took a vow that as long as I live I shall shoot Hinduism as Hope and Hindutva as my tribute to his Mother , a mother who gave birth to a son who feels my pain and the pain of my beloved Imam Husain , I am crying as I write this you dont need to be a Shia to understand Hussain .. just be human you will have tears flowering from your eyes too.

I have to rush to work but not before a few lines from friend Zain , he hates me mentioning him , but he is a brother more related to me by blood than anything else.



Peeran mein mera peer sab ka wali hai
Laqab Asadullah te naam Ali hai
Naam e Ali beda paar laga jhule lalan
Sewan da singdi da saki shehbaz kalandar
Dum a dum mast kalandar Ali da pehla number

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