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Ghame Hussain Ka Mausam Kareeb Hai

Ghame Hussain Ka Mausam Kareeb Hai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9lXdVwv2rI&feature=relmfu

ham gurbat main karbala ko camera ke seene main utar lete hain..

The Andhra Police Are Human And Considerate ...To Our Pain Called Ghame Hussain

I Wear a Press Card - Because The World Has Yet To Know About Bloggers

Bhai Gala Sambhal Ke .. Philal Ek Hi Hai

Kachra Peti Donon Pair Khol Ke Leti

Main Kachra Peti Elake Ki Najayaz Beti

Zindagi Bhar Sath Rehne Ka Wada Nibhaya ,,Tel Main Gayi Mohabat Sirf Mundi Aur Paya

Shadi Ke Palang Ka Bahut Bura Hal Hai Biwi Hai Maikhe Main Aj Naya Sal Hai

waqt ka taqaza kismet pe tale ..pairon pe chale

The Muslim Man Has Gone To Sleep

A Clothesline Poem (Anonymous)

A Clothesline Poem (Anonymous), a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
sourced from the net

A clothesline was a news forecast, to neighbors passing by.
There were no secrets you could keep when clothes were hung to dry.
It also was a friendly link, for neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by to spend a night or two.
For then you’d see the “fancy” sheets and towels upon the line.
You’d see the “company tablecloth” with intricate design.
The line announced a baby’s birth, from folks who lived inside
As brand-new infant clothes were hung, so carefully with pride!
The ages of the children could so readily by known;
By watching how the sizes changed, you’d know how much they’d grown!
It also told when illness struck, as extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too haphazardly were strung.
It also said, “Gone on vacation now,” when lines hung limp and bare.
It told, “We’re back!” when full lines sagged with not an inch to spare!
New folks in town were scorned up…

Good Morning Bandra Garbage Queen of the Suburbs

Two Measely Bins For An Entire Area .. Thank You Bandra Municipality

Shooting Garbage Made Me Sincere To Myself And My Surroundings

“For me, the future of journalism is blogging. ” – Mary Jo Foley

Life a One Way Lane

Life a One Way Lane, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 106,252 items / 689,054 views

school girl
in a rush
going to school
to enhance
the gloomy corridors
of her brain

poor muslim
beggar woman
her impoverished child
life's tutorials without gain
lifes report card filled
with pain
life going going gone
under the drain
acid rain
karmic chain
life a one way lane

suspended in misery
your soul remains
unless you are
hit by a running train
cutting your wrists
without complain
a death certificate
without money
you cant obtain

Muslim Beggar Lady at Crossroads

Muslim Beggar Lady at Crossroads, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. for a few coins
from your miserly pockets
she sits and waits
Muslim community
builds houses of gods
madrsas ..
she a demolished
house without gates
oh to see them begging
everyone hates
in silence her pain
of being a Muslim
destitute she narrates
while the jihad continues
killing of innocent people
in the name of Islam
wont abate
eunuch silence
just diatribe and debate
a suicide bomber
on the soul of humanity
has sealed his fate
virgins in paradise
as his soul mate
the mullah frowns
hesitates
a question mark
that time negates
another pawn
checkmate
hate only
more hate
creates

Hassan Ganda - Don Jaun Bawa

Hassan Ganda - Don Jaun Bawa, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Over the years my visits to the few dargahs I have been to during Urus time I met a lot of weirdo bawas , kinky bawas crazy bawas , but none like the sauve sphisticated Hassan Ganda bawa.

He is delight to watch and shoot , his encounters with women who pursue him in the nights in the fields to sleep with him , just to father a child is unbelievable , but Hassan does not lie and man woman nature has its shortcomings too..

Hijras he keeps at arms length , he is a peacock a conceited pigeon , and because I listen to his stories that he has repeated so many times he likes me.. we bond well ..

He is a perfect model for the kind of pictures I shoot.. I told him I would take him to my shop dress him in an Italian cut suit and he was furious as though I had insulted him..he cooled down immediately...the bawas are like little children you handle with kids gloves.

He has taken my visiting card and come what may I am…

A Message of Peace Through Pictures

A Message of Peace Through Pictures, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. The guy standing next to me is Shakil Bhai he owns this prime place and the dhuni too, he organizes the Ali Maulah Dagah urus with a committee ..

He was a pefect host , offering me tea and dinner too.. but I was just interested in shooting them , unfortunately their sandal procession was on 5 December and I missed it.

I shot this dargah on 9 th and 10 th December.

I prefer this place , Dharavi its quaint lanes and kind and friendly people.

And my orange clothes have been put to rest for 2 month eight days , I wear only black no whites no grays.

Because I am very close to my inherited Hindu culture and because I am a Shia ... they began calling me the Shia Pandit..and it does not offend me at all, I take it as my pride of being born a Muslim in India..

I am what I am in the eyes of the beholder , a Muslim mam once asked me if I was a Hindu, I said I was ..as much as he was a Muslim..the strange thing is …

Clawing My Way Out Of Madness

Clawing My Way Out Of Madness, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. the normal world
is a house of madness
in which we live
we just take
what is not ours
pain sorrow hate
in return
we give
like Prometheus bound
to karmic chains
we are held captive
to destroy
this planet
our collective motive
a heritage of our
doomed fate
perhaps
our children may
outlive
masters of their destiny
no more submissive

to randy my best friend

Flickr is My Lifeline On The Internet

Flickr is My Lifeline On The Internet, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. glimpses
of my world
into your world
I try to get
251,995
pictures
photo blogs
nestled
as sets and collections
blood tears and sweat
pedestrian pain as poems
my one and only
creative outlet
Flickr is my lifeline
on the Internet
crossblogging to
Blogspot
Pinterest
Twitter
Facebook
dont forget
liquidated luminosity
a barefeet
photoblogger
in your debt
hopes fears
anguish my angst
caught in a
fisherman's net
before you
send a man
on Mars
for the sake
of Humanity
Free Palestine
Free Tibet

Hassan Ganda Rafaee and Dam Madar Malang Blogger Dude

Hassan Ganda Rafaee and Dam Madar Malang Blogger Dude, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 106,662 items / 691,485 views

One thing is for sure had Hassan Ganda Rafaee not invited me here to Maulah Ai Dargah at Dharavi , I would have never made it here on my own.

Several years back I shot a procession here when Handi Sai was alive a few guys remembered me, actually if you come from Sion station its in a lane close to the leather shops of Dharavi. Everybody knows it so you wont get lost, the people of this area are kind and hospitable there is a Chila of Ghaus Pak close to the Dargah very crowded on Thursdays..

I liked this place for its simplicity and the friendliness of the residents and members of the Dargah Committee , one of the guys presented me a pearl necklace I wanted to refuse but was obliged to take.

Hassan Ganda Rafaee and Me

Hassan Ganda Rafaee and Me, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 106,662 items / 691,485 views

One thing is for sure had Hassan Ganda Rafaee not invited me here to Maulah Ai Dargah at Dharavi , I would have never made it here on my own.

Several years back I shot a procession here when Handi Sai was alive a few guys remembered me, actually if you come from Sion station its in a lane close to the leather shops of Dharavi. Everybody knows it so you wont get lost, the people of this area are kind and hospitable there is a Chila of Ghaus Pak close to the Dargah very crowded on Thursdays..

I liked this place for its simplicity and the friendliness of the residents and members of the Dargah Committee , one of the guys presented me a pearl necklace I wanted to refuse but was obliged to take.

I Have Shot The Maximum Sleeping Shitheads Of Mumbai

The Word Tinsmith

The Word Tinsmith, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. This is for Xris Taylor and Randy Der Joel ..two people who call me a wordsmith .. I use the same words over and over and over again..


I began writing verse at Buzznet its been a journey in and out of hell..it began in August 2005 ..

I am perhaps the only unpublished cyber toilet poet on paper, .my poems were inspired on the hot seat of wisdom most of the time .. earlier of course, as the way I write poems now you might think I have the runs..falling in love makes you a better poet than a photographer and falling out of love makes you a great photographer than a poet .. I am struggling anyway..

words with a hammer
in my head
I hit left and write
words that are silhouettes
black and white
words that in the deepest
darkness of remorse
become a tunnel of delight
words that invariably
hate to love , love to fight
words like flamingos
wingless flight
words my mornings
my evenings
my facebook nights
words uploading
the po…

Faruq Baba and Me

Faruq Baba and Me, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. I knew Faruq Baba from Mahim and he was a constant visitor there at the Dhuni, but he had warned me not take his pictures , this was many years back.

I met him at Kurla Sunni cemetery , I had come to a burial of a friends mother , and my hand was hurting because of a sword cut during Moharam, Faruq Baba called me , he is a mind reader ,, he took my hand applied monitors oil that we Indians call Sand ka Tel..

We became friends and he is a historian on dargahs in Mumbai, I did not carry my camera , but than he gave up all reservations and whenever I meet him he will request me to take his picture..

This was on 10 December my birthday I am barefeet , we hitched a ride on a tempo and came to Mahim dargah..

He carries a snake stick that he gives milk each morning.. he is a scary guy no doubt , he does hardcore exorcisms too..

The Chilla of Ghaus Pak at Dharavi

The Chilla of Ghaus Pak at Dharavi, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

from wikipedia
Abd al-Qadir al-Gilani (Arabic: عبد القادر الجيلاني‎), (Kurdish: Evdilqadirê Geylanî, Persian: عبد القادر گیلانی‎,Urdu: عبد القادر آملی گیلانی Abdolqāder Gilāni) (also spelled Abdulqadir Geelani, Abdelkader, Abdul Qadir, Abdul Khadir - Jilani, Jeelani, Gailani, Gillani, Gilani, Al Gilani or Keilany) (born the first day of Ramadan, 470, Naif, District of Gilan, Mazandaran Province, Iran, died 11 Rabīʿ ath-Thānī 561 AH, in a small town of Gilan Province, 1077–1166 CE), was an Islamic religious figure, teacher, preacher and writer to whom Sunni scholars refer. Abdul Qadir is a patron saint of Kurds and is also held in veneration by Muslims of the Indian subcontinent where followers may call him "Ghaus-e-Azam".[1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8]

Al-Gilani was born in the latter part of the 11th century, CE. His father was Abu Salih Musa al-Hasani, a descendant of Hazrat Imam Hasan, the elde…

Dam Madar Malang And The Rafaees

Shooting The Rafaee Culture At Dharavi

Shooting The Rafaee Culture At Dharavi, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Sufism is much closer to Sunnism is what I saw in my years of associating with them simply because the common Muslim who comes here hardly knows what Sufism is all about , and if it is Ajmer Sharif they come because of the Humility of the Greatest Suf Saint Kwajah Garib Nawaz.
Hindus Muslims Dalits they come for peace of Mind and to attain Hope.

The Sufism of the common man is very different from that of the Trustees of a Holy Shrine and I hate to say it at some places the heads of the Dargah are absolutely arrogant , dictatorial and million light years from the message of the Holy Saint.

And the same thing on a larger scale in Universal Islam with its headquarters in Wahabbi Salafi Saudi Arabia , peace and brotherhood has been pushed aside ..is the way I see it personally .

I like the Malang way of Life approach, no spiritual barriers no casteism of rich poor , so I became slave of Imam Ali Haq ..…

The Butter Tea of The Rafaees is The Most Exotic Heady Drink

The Butter Tea of The Rafaees is The Most Exotic Heady Drink, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Because it is made on the Dhuni on logs it tastes different, it is sweet milky but it gives you a kick and I felt perhaps the tea leaves might have been touched by ganja .. but it is out of this world .. while it is boilng dollops of butter is put into it ..

Than it is first served to the Murshad who sprinkles it on the fire and invoking Imam Ali and the Ahle Bayt it is served to the Bawa class.

I was a special guest so I was given the cup from the hands of the Murshad Amanat Ali.

Chandrakant Bawa of Dharavi

Chandrakant Bawa of Dharavi, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Chandrakant Bawa is a Hindu Maharashtrian , he is a florist with a tiny stall at Sangam Gully in Dharavi , I met him for the first time , he is touched by the simplicity of the Sufis, and preaches humanity as a message of peace,he is beyond caste or state politics ,he feeds the bawas with the money he earns , he feeds the poor and this is Amchi Mumbai, this is the soul of Maharashtra the land of Hospitality..

He was having his picture taken with me , and it meant a lot to him, he kept pleading with me to give him a copy, and my eyes are moist as I write this..yes I am crying this is what photography is all about..it should touch the core of your existence , it should touch deep down .. this is pure undiluted love..and Chandrakant Bawa thinking I was some very big sage bent down and kissed my hand yes , by that one act I was touched by divinity the god in him touching the man in me..

Yes we are all poets and …

The Kashmiri Beggar's Plight

The Kashmiri Beggar's Plight, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 106,806 items / 691,793 views


memories of the land
of her birth
forever out of sight
on the mean streets of mumbai
the Kashmiri beggars plight
her children her husband
begging all night
her doomed destiny
politicians wont fight
their world heavily guarded
their children protected
everything alright
kashmiryat
a fragrance
a child's cry
in wilderness
on my website

Rashid Hijra Bawa of Haji Malang

Rashid Hijra Bawa of Haji Malang, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
Rashid Bawa is a transgender , a classical dance teacher who has taught the top old heroines of yesteryear ...he is a very beautiful humanbeing , well known among the hijras and one of the seniors but some hijra groups destest him because he refuses to dress up as a woman , he is more masculine in his attire than them.

Rashid Bawa and I have been good friends because we are both close to the Rafaee culture , Rashid Bawa is an exorcist too he sells gemstones and nobody wears gems like him...

I have shot over 20000 hijra images and among these images is a segment on the hIjra bawas and the Sada Suhagins brides of Musa .. or Musa Suhagin they are not transgender , but dress up as women but are nor cross dressers , they have beards are men but adorn themselves as women.

The hijra bawas are very close to the Malangs and ever since I became a Malang I met a lot of them who come to pay obeisance to my Peer …

The Plight of The Kashmiri Beggars

The Plight of The Kashmiri Beggars, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. 106,820 items / 691,919 views

They come in large numbers to Mahim during the Urus to beg , migrants of despair and remorse away from the Valley and their loved ones , .. and their story is a set on my Flickr photostream.. to awaken the leaders of their state to their Plight..

Documenting The Chancawalli Rafaees ...

Documenting The Chancawalli Rafaees ..., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
I followed them barefeet from one Dargah to another , from Makhdhoom Shah Baba Urus to Fakhruddin Shah Baba Urus and this got over to Ismail Shah Baba Urus Parel, than to Gaiban Shah Baba Andheri and they were the one who introduced me to Haji Malang Baba .

I followed them to Ajmer Khwaja Garib Nawaz the Greatest Sufi Saint , I was pulled to Nizamuddin Shah Babas Dargah .. and all to document the Rafaee lifestyle.

But I was not spiritually or mentally inclined to the Rafaees Handi Sai now dead and buried at Kota .. came to my shop wanted me to get initiated as a Rafaee but I politely refused .. I was not into body piercings as I do the actual thing in memory of Imam Hussa every year ..bleed real cut real.

But as I am updating this post now , two years back I became a Dam Madar Malang...seamlessly .. and I still meet the Rafaees but now they call me Malang..

The Blogger Bawa of Mumbai

The Blogger Bawa of Mumbai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. living in bandra
who the fuck
needs dubai
or hong kong
or shangai
barefeet
sole
kissing
mother earth
a nasha
some high
a shia born to cry
a camera strap
as neck tie
a vision
powered
by shiva's
third eye

The Street Photographers of Bandra

The Shakirs of Bandra

Blogging Is Pure Vanity

Meri Ma Ne Pal Pos Kar Bada Kiya Bheek Mang Kar Mujhe Do Pairon Pe Khada Kiya

My Kama Matam.. Ya Hussain

The Shia Blogger

Shiasm a state of Mind

Shiasm a state of Mind, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Shiasm a state of mind
through our weeping blood
the story of Karbala unwind
in our parched hearts
Mashke Sakina find
this metaphoric moment
memories 1400 year old
pledge to Mother Fatima confined
cannot be seen by those with blinkers
or those corrupted eyes and still blind
terrorism is anti Islam
shedding innocent blood
unislamic
they just woke up to remind
convenience
mother of all invention
fatwas inclined
the tragedy of Hussein
the greatest act of terrorism
in their lexicon remains undefined
a black page in the history of Islam
cowardly attack from behind
Lanat on Yazid and Yazidiyat
A fully throated curse determined

Aankho’n K Sahilo’n Pe Hy Askho’n Ka Ek Hujoom Shayad Gham-E-Hussain Ka Mausam Qareeb Hy ..