Irani Chai, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. woh barish ka mausam unka kapta jism unki bheegi palke yad dilaye chai ki tashtari ko pakdte hue unka komal hath thartharaye mujhe dar tha kahin chai unke jism pe chipke hue kapdon par no gir jaye unki muskurat woh bisri bhuli yadein bhikraye cafe sunrise main suraj chup jaye brun maska yun hi tanhai main pigal ta jaye aj 35 sal ke bad irani chai peete hue unki yad phir ghode ki tarah mera saya ban jaye woh kitne bacchon ki ma hai kya woh mujhe yad karti hain jaise main unhe yad karta hoon hai
somethings you are born with somethings you inherit as your upbringing your culture even a teacher cannot teach you can be human yet humanity beyond your reach when you hurt others moral code of love brotherhood you breach sometimes silence is better than what you preach oh hussain give mankind the munificence of your pain i beseech
On 11 Moharam morning I met Ali Bhai father of Syed Yasser Abbas he took me to the Shia cemetery and I shot pictures and finally to his house AL GHADEER where I had Paya Soup breakfast and met Yassers brother Zohair ..This ends my Moharam in Hyderabad series actually a story board of my 3 days in Hyderabad .
I now come to an end of my Bibi Ka Alam series shot on Ashura from 1 pm till post midnight over 1000 images ..without the help of the Almighty who kept me on my feet , I had leg injury from Mumbai and the kind polite devoted hospitable Shias of Hyderabad this would not have been possible this series is dedicated to them in humility and gratitude ,, I am thankful to all my friends of Choti Bargah Darbare Hussaini and Zain Hussain who encouraged me from Dubai.And last but not the least Ejaz Photographer . The Chadar Ghat of Bibi ka Alam segment thanks to Hussain son of Abid Bhai of Daru Shifa .
My Photography During Moharam Is Based On Humanity Blood Sweat And Tears, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. a blade cutting through a childs head the child does not fear as karbala a poem a passion draws near a ship on the sands of destiny he steered why we bleed to others might appear weird but it is a mark of our faith unlike those with marks on the forehead long beard persecution embedded alive in walls bombed dismembered decapitated the shias are waiting for their hallowed imam when he appears into the womb of ghame husain a shia child is born nurtured reared
this poem in its humility is dedicated to my dearest friends hassan shirazi and dr mansoor showghi ..
Firoze Shakir Its the first time since I began shooting Shiasm in India 50000 images Flickr,com . I have decided not to shoot Moharam in Mumbai .. personal reasons . I will shoot Chehlum in some other city.