I AM A SECRETARY OF FOREIGN REMITTANCE DIRECTOR BOA BANK HERE IN OUAGADOUGOU BURKINA FASO.

I AM A SECRETARY OF FOREIGN REMITTANCE DIRECTOR BOA BANK HERE IN OUAGADOUGOU BURKINA FASO., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

Mr.BAHIJ AZAB
BANK OF AFRICA(B.O.A)
OUAGADOUGOU BURKINA-FASO,
WEST AFRICA.

Dear Friend,

I know that this message will come to you as a surprise. I AM A SECRETARY OF FOREIGN REMITTANCE DIRECTOR BOA BANK HERE IN OUAGADOUGOU BURKINA FASO. I Hope that you will not expose or betray this trust and confident that i am
about to repose on you for the mutual benefit of our both families.

I need your urgent assistance in transferring the sum of ($10.6)million to your account within 14 banking days. This money has been dormant for years in our Bank without claim. I want the bank to release the money to you as
the nearest person to our deceased customer, the owner of the account died along with his supposed next of kin in an air crash since July 31st 2000.

I don't want the money to go into our Bank treasurer as an abandoned fund. So this is the reason why i contacted you so that the bank can release the money to you as the next of kin to the deceased customer. Please I would
like you to keep this proposal as a top secret and delete it if you are not interested.

Upon receipt of your reply to, i will give you full details on how the business will be executed and also note that you will have 40% of the above mentioned sum if you agree to handle this business with me.

Best Regard.

Mr. BAHIJ AZAB
zabahij01@gmail.com via yahoo.fr


Thank you
Mr Bahij Azab
your kindness
your generosity
to this beggar poet
from a bandra suburb
broke in debt .. on his
colored ass to creditors
to whom he owes money
a sign that says ,,,
DO NOT DISTURB
was hoping if this continues
he would drown in a tub
but your god sent message
transferring the sum of ($10.6)million
to my starving account
within 14 banking days.
sounds miraculously superb
no where the fuck is burkina faso
is it an african suburb.. i thought
i would take a train to freedom
meet you personally ,,share
a peg or two in your night club
two men n a tub... you scratch
my back your back i rub
an indian ..me are you an arab
by the evil grace of the almighty
Beelzebub

Will We Still Be Begging When We Become Old

Will We Still Be Begging When We Become Old, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

said one
muslim beggar
lady to the other
outside the mosque
out in the cold
petrified pathos
a poem unfolds
from murshidabad
to mumbai to add
poriborton ..to their
lives i am told
neglected by the
leftists ,.than a
new order sitting
pigeonholed
neither here
neither there
on the threshold
muslim beggars
of india ,,,
seeking a
foothold
memories
manifold
for dreamers
even brass
seems gold

Mama I Had A Dream...

Mama I Had A Dream..., a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

i saw you
angelic
hovering
over me
guarding
me with
wings
attached
at the
seams
you kept
repeating
the holy chant
bismillah ir rahman
i rahim...my little
soul felt free from
the shackles of
mortal life forever
free and redeemed
than i woke up
abruptly in your lap
death would have
been better it seemed

The Muslim Beggar Lady on The Bandra Skywalk

The Muslim Beggar Lady on The Bandra Skywalk, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

sheer
illuminating
silence
a tortured
tongue
she tried
she could
not talk
sculpted
sadness
stony
rock
her pain
her unborn
tears she
was here
to hawk
through
the slits
of her
eyes
her tale
tragically
she unlocked
being born
a woman
a muslim
woman
is a shock
after shock
aborted
agony
on a road
block
as a poet
painting
with light
i took
stock
pathos
prejudice
pusillanimously
interlocked

Muslim Beggars God Made And Forgot

Muslim Beggars God Made And Forgot, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

In the problems
plaguing the
Muslim world
he got caught
Muslims killing
Muslims so many
sub plots ..suicide
bombers jehadis
fundamentalists
misplaced martyrdom
bought ,,, repulsion rot
the call of the muezzin
for peace brotherhood
forgotten ..a point to jot
the call for arms innocent
shot .. Muslims persecuted
by Muslims ,,an after thought
Karbala the land of sorrow
bereaved ..once again
where bravely he had fought
to save Islam from terrorists
he gave his head ,,a lesson
in a supreme sacrifice
he taught ..


"Hussain o minni wa ana minal Hussain"
Hussain is from me and I am from Hussain

words on the soul of humanity ,, most sought

Swami Shankaracharya (Hindu Religious Priest)
"It is Hussain's sacrifice that has kept Islam alive or else in this world there would be no one left to take Islam's name."