Healing Hands
At Karbala Talkatora maybe a distance of an hour and half from Nakhas, slowed down by a snail pace of the processionist, the street matams, the noha recitals on the way, with the Ashura fast called Faqa , kept by the Shias, so the heat, no water , no food just plain blood letting of pain.The Tears the Sweat, the Awesomeness of a Day called Ashura all of Lucknow converges here.On the other side the movement of the house Tazias, makes its way also towards Karbala Talkatora.
Inside the ancestral grave yard is a huge gigantic banyan tree , amazonian girth, children have found seats here in the hollows as the watch the juloos.
After the ziyarth at Imam Hussains Roza, people sart moving, or wait till the breaking of the Fqaq here, I left much before due to dehyderation, as I was fasting too.
There was a camp on one side young doctors interns changingbandagesm cleaning deep wound, stitching the badly opened ones, this was a moment of selfless healing of faith.
The docs were tired , but did not complain, there was no smile on their faces, but they kept on working , meticulously.
These are shots of those healing hands.










Posted by photographerno1 on 31 May 2007 02:20 pm
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