Marziya Shakir Youngest Street Photographer Bandra

Marziya Shakir Youngest Street Photographer Bandra
Marziya Shakir

Goodbye Uncle Rajesh Khanna Babumoshai

Goodbye Uncle Rajesh Khanna Babumoshai
Goodbye Uncle Rajesh Khanna Babumoshai

Monday, December 26, 2011

Marziya and Ghame Hussain

This is Marziya Shakirs first brush with her heritage , Ghame Hussain, she is far too excited, and in the innocence of her happiness, she absorbs all this.
Being a photographers grand daughter, she is far too perceptive at just three months, , from the first day of Moharam, she has not missed a Majlis either.
She is there with her mother , and this is Shiasm , spontaneous spirituality of her faith in Ahle Bayt...that comes with the Shia territory of an unfenced soul.
Shia children have this unique quality, and Moharam is what refurbishes the material mind to the path of righteousness.
I can go on shooting Shia kids and my pictures more powerful than Mullahspeak.
Yes we indeed become better Shias just seeing our children evolve and carry the destiny of our heritage on their frail but strong shoulders,and every child learns the Kalma, and those magic words before he or she has learnt to talk..
Allah ek
Panjetan Panch
Imam Bara
Masoon Choudah
Khuda ke Noor se pada huen huen, ...and so on.
The memories of a childs first Moharam never fade, held on to her mothers waist clinging for dear life, while the Mother , bayas in hand recites the Matam..around her she sees with her little curious eyes the beating of the chest and the emanating sound of sorrow Ya Hussain Ya Hussain that soon becomes her silken thread connecting her with a greater metaphoric moment, a momentous memorable moment. Ghame Hussain in full autumnal bloom
This is Shiasm as I see it in Marziya Shakirs eyes I was unfortunately too drunk to have seen it in her father Asif Shakirs eyes or the rest of my children that followed.
So Marziya Shakir makes me relive the dead wood of a carcass of my Fatherhood, my neglect in the spiritual growth of my children single handedly bought up by their mother.
And Marziya makes me relive , all that I have written here...

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