Thursday, July 26, 2007

The Memories of Distant Dreams

I was here with my wife and my mother in law for a few hours, as we were visiting the Shrine of Shaheede Salis Agra and were to leave on the same day to be in time for Lucknow Athvi the next day.I shot these pictures bare feet , burning floor reminded of my Moharam walks on embers of coal..
One needs time great natural right and a gifted temperament to shoot the Taj Mahal,,,it is more than a symbol of love it is a symbol.. of Indian hospitality harmony and Peace.
By -

Dargah Hazrat Abbas Lucknow

This is a monument of Faith , custodians of Faith , the Dargah Hazrat Abbas is the replica of his Shrine in Karbala...
A Hindu person went into the Dargah bowed , came out, outside are the Alam shops , he asked for a alam in gold to place on the Holy Shrine , the guy did not have one ready , he said he would give it to him the next day, the Hindu gentleman paid the entire amount, the Shia shop keeper of Alams was curious , he asked him has your prayer been answered, the Hindu replied it will be fulfilled the next morning hence I am placing the Alam..This a true incident..There are many tales , its about Faith .Faith is untouched by bigotry, or Sunnism or Shiasm or Hinduism..
Ask you shall recieve.. ask with your heart and not through your selfish soul.
For me this Hazrat Abbas 's Dargah is the first place I visited after I tied the knot to my wife 30 years back, than Asif Shakir my eldest son married a girl from Kazmain after the Nikkah we bought him and his wife at about 1 am at the locked gates of this Dargah to offer thanks..We got a wish, we got a daughter instead of a daughter in law, we bought her home, let her complete her graduation..this year she got a First class.
My eyes are dripping with thanks to this Holy Saint..he gave us more than his handful.. the only Shia Saint without Hands .. He gave his hands protecting the Mashke Sakina , bloodied waters of Euphrates, he was incidentally not battling the Kafirs, these were Namazis of Yazids army, who prayed 5 times a day, performed Haj fasted during Ramzan..Yes Islam changed ovenight in Karbala.. Barbarism home grown staple diet of the Arab bedouin..a hand for a hand an eye for an eye..
Islam spread because one Man who lives after Death protecting Allahs Bayt ..
Shah Ast Hussain..
So this is Dargah Hazrat Abbas..
On Athvi the caravan of Imam Hussain moves away from the frontiers of his beloved Hindustan, back to Karbala, but a little girl keeps turning her moist eyes back and forth, yes Little Sakina knows Chacha Abbas .. will remain behind answering prayers on behalf of his Moulah Akka Hussain..
Yes I cry I never needed a Mullah to remind me of my birhright bound to tears for Fatima..I do not need to dramaztize my pain, I do not need to be forced to cry.. I am a drop of a tear they call it heresy of my Faith..
Yes a Shia is one who comes from a Shia Mothers Womb..
You cant clone a Shia.. the only segment among Muslims..
You need to be born a Shia to convert to Islam..
By -

Rehan's Anjuman at Kazmain

Rehan is reciting the Noha from his notebook, he will lead his band of Shia followers to the replica of the Holy Shrine at Kazmain.Here they will do the last alvidai Matam beating their proud chests with chants of Ya Hussain Ya Hussain.
After the matam, they will the rest the Alam Abbas , for the last time, weep profusedly on the Holy Shrine asking for forgiveness.
Than they will wait till dawn when Athvi the black clouds will turn to crimson, Eid E Zahra begins and on this day at Kazmain Hussain Rules, the Sunnis shut themselves up, but they are not in very large numbers in this predominantly Shia locality.Ever street corner , ever single Shia home burns effigies of Umar and the enemies of Shiasm equalling 3 and a Half..
Badwords abuses on the enemies are excued on this one day of the calendar..
This is a grand Idd of the Shias thereby vindicating the sorrow and pain of Fatima Zahra the daughter of the Holy Prophet..
This is 9 Rabbilawwal in a nutshell..
By -

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Ya Ali


Ya Ali
Originally uploaded by flickr photographerno1
"I am the city of Knowledge, and Ali is the gate of the city" - Holy Prophet Mohammad Mustafa s.a.w
" Whosoever I am master of, Ali is master of" - Holy Prophet at Ghadeer-e-Khum
"Fatima is part of me and whosoever hurts her hurts me" - Holy prophet s.a.w

Paraye desh mein apni si khuhboo jan lete hain
Ali wale Aliwalon ki Khussboo pehchan lete hain.. bilal kazmi..

Humko tum kya rulaoge.. hum ko to rone ke liye behja hai..
By -

Muslim Woman on a Mound

Mouth gagged
Mullah power packed
Male dominated society
hand and feat bound
muslim woman on a mound
living dead
uneducated
impoversished
her tomb
lies above ground
the poor muslim woman
the dark side of the moon
going round and round
early marriage
early talaq
manufacturing children
her voice drowned
last resource
friday namaz
begging with her children
at the doors of the masjid
she will be found
if she is young
for her blood they will hound
but than those with blinkers
the mujhaidas of a brave new world
truth of my soul with harsh words pound
decibels of despair home theatre surround
tattered pages of a book termite infested
hard bound..
By -

yes we are shias we live let live

somethings you cant buy somethings you dont sell
hussainiyat comes with the territory a shia mothers womb
in the amniotic fluid of a furat we dwell
yes we are shias we live let live
within our tears blood and sweat
lies a heaven..what more can I tell
yazidiyat on earth is no less than hell
rogue mullahs lal masjid
little children under a satanic spell
a premature noose
allah ho akbar
sounds of an early death knell

poem no 381 at poemhunter.com
By -

The Chup Tazia Of Lucknow

I start a new series Moharam in Lucknow , this segment is called Athvi the end of Moharam , two months and 8 days of austere mourning comes to an end..the Chup Tazia Juloos starts from Nakhas and ends in its burial at Kazmain..
For more text you can read about all this at my two sites..
www.photographerno1.com
shah-ast-hussain.com
also ar word press..
photographerno1.wordpress.com

I intend only posting the pictures and talking less.
The speciality or uniqueness of the Chup Tazia is that it is a less raucous procession, not shouts, only marsiyas poems as elegy of the Martyrdom of Imam Hussain.
But the most endearing among the sobs of the reciter and the echo of sobs from th croed is Pakistani Nohakar Late Nasir Jahans Ghabrayegi Zainab...
The people cry as this brings an end to Azadar e Hussain .
you can only see the Chup Tazia in Lucknow.. with taboots, alams, Amary Zuljana and the grandeur old time Lucknowi charm..
I shot this almost at the same time that I had started my tryst with photography, wearing my black long robe, climbing walls shooting negatives, slides and black and whites...
By -
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

I am on Flickr Instagram You Tube