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for a shia mother
it is mothers day
everyday
in rememberance
of that mother
of hassan and hussain
in every way
fadak karbala
inglorious crimes
that never pay
we for this reason
did breakaway
furaat was
a moment
commemorating
mashke sakina
water way
through
azadari e hussain
we portray
our tears presents
on mothers birthday
come moharam
our foreheads
our bleeding backs
some swordplay
hussainiyat and tabarrah
on display
June 5th, 2007
Categories: shia poetry, bibi fatima, shia faith, shiaism, tabarah, shias, firoze shakir, [...]

we self flagellate
allah ho akbar
our pain on their
consciousness
cut and paste
we the path of
hussainiyat
embraced
they call our
matam in poor taste
why do we our blood waste?
saying it is shikr
bidat based
they who place bombs
on trains
they who lob
grenades in mosques
bomb mandirs and trains
to achieve a martyrdom misplaced
killing maiming decapitating
the true colors of Islam defaced
with their cowardly acts
an entire community disgraced
muslims [...]

image courtesy
denigrating the name of Allah
from their cybernetic minaret
pompous puritanical
tutored Saudi backed little pets
weaving their own sordid nets
shia haters
shia baiters
shia bashers
shia encashers
demonical  disguised you bet
a url that says allah ho akbar dot net
sectarian hate spewing more hate
bathing in a communal toilet
catastrophic chaotic rants
of juvenile delinquents
who fume and frequently fret
seeing our bleeding they get upset
paradise is [...]

Zuljana
Imam Hussains
Valiant steed
Flying in the wind
indeed
With scriptured wings
Koranic verses
That we read
No power politics
No religious hypocrisy
Of the Ummayad
Fighting Namazis
Cowards who watched
This genocide but did not interceede
Venomously wanting to succeed
No long beard no skull cap
No janamaz no prayer bead
No impotency of a human code of conduct
That goes against the Islamic creed
Yes seeing Zuljana
Faithful Zuljana
Loyal Zuljana
A Four legged [...]

I cut my forehead on the 9th Moharam at Nakhas, but the members of the crowd had snatched the short sword from my hand, I fought them , but I was overpowered , so I continued scourging my back withtwo sets of flagellating blades.
On Ashura 10th Moharam I shot the Ashura Juloos proceeding from Nakhas [...]

This is vintage Lucknow, moving away, into sepia toned anonymity, like dried flower petals, whithering , entombed in termite infested hard bound poetry books.
The one who placed it dead and gone.
This was on the road to Chowk, I was searching for a cybernet cafe, the Raj Thandai owner had sent me on a wild goose [...]

Yes We Bleed

the chant of ya hussain
is all we need
yes we bleed
furrowed on our heads
ploughed lines
of our faith
indeed
yes we bleed
just love
for our imam
without any greed
yes we bleed
our views
not yours
is part of our creed
yes we bleed
keep your sajdahs
your skull caps
your prayer beads
hussainiyat
we will not conceede
come moharam
its guaranteed
yes we will bleed
trampling
with the tandav of our feet
yazidiyat and the [...]

I spoke to Dr Shabeeb Rizvi Shia Islamic scholar on my mobile , it was his Sms to me on Bibi Fatima that inspired me to write the two articles on her trial and tribulations, sometimes being the daughter of the Holy Prophet , is a huge mantle of a spiritual responsibility, people around you [...]

from this world into
the next world we will pass
tears for bibi fatima
beneath the shadow of alam abbas
oops taqqaiya
allah ho akbar
we bypass
dont throw stones
you live in a cybernetic world
made of glass
we cut our bodies
scourge bleed
mind outpacing mass
we dont lob grenades
maim , decapitate or
other communities harass
on other peoples privacy of thought
we dont tresspass
so let us do what [...]

a muslim woman
begs on the graveyard of a mound
around her mocking her despair
dead laughter surrounds
ghosts spirits her living death
astound
a few coins in her hand
deathly silence no sound
covering her beggary
her shame
born as a Muslim Woman
by other moving men and women
frowned
she in her hijab
her winding sheet
buried live above ground
we are building
masjids madarsaas
womens home childrens home
homlessness no home [...]

Tazias

Tazias
Nakhas is the predominant area of Shia Moharam celebrations, the most sectarian fire prone, the main thoroughfare , a commercial hub, with less fan fare than Aminabad, not high end or classy as Hazratganj.
Nakhas is pure Nakhas, it touches Chowk the chiken capital, has most of the Imambadas within walking dstance.Towards the Mandi are the [...]

I am fascinated with the house Tazias, early wintry Luknow morning , the elder of the house clinging to the home wrapped Tazia, children in tow, sometimes a child carrying the Alam Abbas, little boys , girls part of century old tradition, unbroken cycle of Faith.
All of them , walking barefeet , heads uncovered , [...]

The most touching, the most saddening aspect of Moharam is the parting of the House Tazias, for burial on Ashura day.
Early morning, a last majlis by the ladies of the house, cheeks streaked with tears, the Tazia that was the cynosure of pride in the House Imambada, is now packed , the man of the [...]

poverty stricken
muslim woman
in islam
a raw deal
she is a living dead
they see but dont feel
she will beg
but wont borrow or steal
she is far too genteel
like an onion tears unpeel
friday namaz the peshimam the mullah
all spiritual candy floss and spiel
while the poor muslim woman
hand stretched begs for a meal
blood that on her soul congeals
muslim woman is always [...]