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sometimes the only way to keep going is finding the joy in life. RL SL, it's all the same. Where happiness comes from is the part that matters.
Sorry but not sorry. Some times you have to pull the breaks, stop the engine and go. "Is this really worth it?"
Sometimes it really isn't. Your time and energy is better spent on the things, people and events that bring you joy in life.
The days we have moments that shake us to the point of crumbling. Pulls the rug from under footing. Leave us wondering which way is up. These days gives us an opportunity to overcome rather than BE, overcome.
Can you look at yourself and be completely honest with yourself?
The soul don't sleep!
Karma is real!
Live life fully.
It's about the moments that make. you smile in life.
Life is hard but do you need to hold onto the baggage babe?
Smile and let it all go
The sun hangs low in the winter sky. Shadows creep across the SIM even though its only three pm. Time for a tequila!!
Strip it all way and what are you left with?
Sense of self?
Sense of greater things?
Sense of belief and belonging?
Sense of the madness we all are wading through?
She faced the rain and the car and did not move.
Because sometimes stopping is the only way to go on.
Don’t let others decide who you are.
picture taken @ Cherishville - Tuscan Hills
No words needed,
just the calm of a new day
and a friend beside me.
picture taken @ Bella's Lullabyl
"Respect your effort, respect yourself. Self-respect leads to self-discipline. When you have both firmly under your belt, that is real power." - Clint Eastwood
When you go through something that shakes you to your core how do you handle it?
Do you loose yourself in music?
Do you clean your entire house?
Do you cook?
Do you sleep?
Do you scream into the crook of your arm till the tension is broken?
Tell me please, I want to hear your stories.
“Never let the other person use absence, or create pain (sadness) and conflict, to keep you, the seduced, on tenterhooks."
Robert Greene
The feeling of affection and love
is an instinct we do not have to learn,
But how to love,we have to learn
Self respect ,self love
respect every creation without discrimination
Everyone has the right to be respected
the privelage to live up to it
given the opportunity to earn it.
By the example of selfrespect
and self-love
you will know the difference
of not being selfish
you will know that sometimes
you have to give in order to earn
copyright :Marina v.d B (part of What I Have Learened)
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The Muslim community welcomes Ramzan , month of piety charity and a month dedicated to the beauty of the Almighty , only a month mind you after Ramzan after Eid it is back to normal..
And I am not belittling Ramzan just the reality of the followers of Islam , and the poor find hope in Ramzan , and good days in Ramzan touch the beggars life too and during Iftari time you can see all the beggars in Muslim society outside the various mosques Holy Shrines waiting to be counted.
Ramzan finally comes to an end Chand Rat , happiness joy sighting of the Moon and the following day the Eid Namaz I shall shoot the Namaz at Bandra Sunni Mosque near Bandra Station..once the Namaz ends Eid will be cerebrated hugging and best wishes and a little ahead the beggars life continues only the Beggars Ramzan does not get over Eid is an extra working day with the same wounds sores smelly clothes and wait for the few coins some crispy stingy notes in the beggars bowl..
I dont celebrate Eid I am a beggar too I show my solidarity with the beggars I am barefeet the same look the same old clothes.. and I will shoot the beggars , their lives dont change from one Eid to the next, and some beggars will wait near Jamatkhana so that someone buys them a plate of sheer korma , hotels do brisk business the surmawalas attarwala the scarf and topiwalahs all celebrate Eid save the beggars .. and than I wonder perhaps God forgot to make Eid for the beggars completely..
Yes there are many sects in Islam the only two sects in Islam on Eid I see are the rich affluent Muslim and the very poor and beggarly Muslims.. forgive me for my moderation as poets we see a picture much before a photographer shoots it..
And this picture of my two year old grand daughter Marziya Shakir shot last year at Bandra , was my way of showing her, her worldly roots as a Muslim , the poor on the streets , I exposed Marziya to pain , to the slums to the world of beggars she shot hijra beggars last Bakra Eid and I took her to Mahim when she was very small introduced her to Appu the beggar without hands or legs, she has never forgotten Appu , and it saddens me he has disappeared I searched for him , because Marziya told me on seeing his picture Grand Pa when will I shoot him , I told her she has to wait , for if I find him and Marziya shoots him that will complete the cycle of her street photography of pain.
She has shot Moharam the Zanjir matam of the kids and the only Holy Month in a Shia household that never ends is Moharam...
non muslim poet
pandit brijnath parshaad makhmoor says
mit nahi sakta kabhi makhmoor gham Abbas ka
naqshe sajda ban chuka hai har Qadam Abbas ka
gar jahan walon mein dekhenge Aqeedat ki kami
hoke HINDU ham uthayenge Alam Abbas ka
salam ho imam e hussain a.s aap ki mazloomiyat par..... aap ne
sirf deene islaam hi nahi sari .....insaniyat ko bacha liye
She covers her shame begging on the path to Taragadh, and mind you it is insanely dry and hot ..and she will sit there for hours as devotees going upwards to the Chilla of Ghaus Pak or the Dargah at Taragadh will throw her a few coins.
This is the sad part of existence , he children cluster around her and without throwing doubts on her poverty , where is her husband.I dd not ask her most of the beggars I shot in Mumbai at Bandra where I stay are forced into beggary by their husbands in most cases.
And so you know how the hijab saves her from ignominy and degradation.
And I am really upset by a news in Times of India , Hands chopped off for Prophet insult by Muslim fanatics in Kerala of a college lecturer accusing him of defaming the Holy Prophet.
And Kerala the most literate and Gods own country.. Shame.
The other sad news was the fall of a six year old boy from a luxury hotel in Juhu.. Saddening.
Well this is the last segment of this memory card I have place about 99 pictures for uploading , another card remains before my Ajmer travelogue in Sufi hinterland comes to an end.
Taragadh was introspection of street pain..though it is a hilly trail, I shot it as a street photographer .
Street photography is an impulsive piece of madness you shoot with your inner eye and let the camera do the rest.
Using a digital camera makes it much easier and as much as I liked shoting film and slide I could never do it again my world is larger than 35 frames of Film.
I post everything I shoot only the dark black duds I remove.
I dont mess my pictures with cropping nor do I re-size them..they come hot and burning like loaves from the furnace of life.
And I am cooped up at home ., earlier Bandhs I took my camera to shoot the shut shops and the lonely streets , but my world is a world of people I shoot humanity and would not be able to shoot a blank canvas..
Of course for the beggar there is no Bandh at all.
Without any political overviews or influence I am apolitical by nature but yes..
I support the Bandh as the poor Mans suffering the rock spiraling prices is a silent way of eliminating him completely..driving him away from Mumbai..making it only the rich mans paradise.
I left this post incomplete and ran down as I saw BJP protesters running beneath my house to shoot the events..arrest of Advocate Ashish Shelar BJP leader and I walked towards the Sea Link to shoot protesters burning tyres and shouting slogans.
I dont stalk my subjects , but they become my subjects when their fate throws itself face front on my camera , I give them money the least I can do I will pay for the picture I take of pain ..and this is not a commercial twist the poor Muslim beggars tale.
I respect her choice as a beggar , doing what is perhaps the only thing she can do, she does it with her face covered without hurting those who are responsible for her present situation , if I was a girl photographer I could have sat next to her on the street talked to her found out what blow in life bough her down tree trunk branches and all..
But god did not make me a woman, I am happy with what god made me or gave me .. he gave me foresight he gave me a mind that penetrates the pain in another persons soul..I dont take notes at all, never needed to I fill in life's bank spaces with my Sufi fortitude that I have inherited from the malangs the bawas I sat with.
Honestly I am tired writing a poem about her fall from grace she is where she is it is Islamic society that has fallen a nautch or too .. as it has no means of resurrecting their souls , it needs funds only to build new mosques and madrsaasas.. I write this with reference to what I see as a street photographer and to the subject on hand I dont speak for the rest of poor Muslim beggars all over India.
And so I shot a few frames I told her to go to the Sunni mosque in Bandra and speak to the Mullah or the trustee ..or to go to the Bandra Shia Khoja mosque.. she just said Bhai who has time to hear my story..No I did not have time either and if I sat next to her to hear her story I would be humiliating her fate further ..I moved away
I am a photo blogger I shoot pictures I have no cure I am not a doctor..I am not a social activist...I dont belong to any NGO , never was a group man I am a loner recluse and I poetize pain so you see it as real as I shot it.,..
And honestly I wont wait outside a Parsi Temple at Dadar for hours to shoot cherubic twins coming to their first Nowroze in a pram ..
I would rather shoot pain on the street veiled , and now for Gods sake dont ask me when the poor Muslim beggars daughter celebrated her first Idd Ul Fitr..
I am speechless as a photographer as a poet as a blogger and as a Muslim too.
for a few coins
from your miserly pockets
she sits and waits
Muslim community
builds houses of gods
madrsas ..
she a demolished
house without gates
oh to see them begging
everyone hates
in silence her pain
of being a Muslim
destitute she narrates
while the jihad continues
killing of innocent people
in the name of Islam
wont abate
eunuch silence
just diatribe and debate
a suicide bomber
on the soul of humanity
has sealed his fate
virgins in paradise
as his soul mate
the mullah frowns
hesitates
a question mark
that time negates
another pawn
checkmate
hate only
more hate
creates
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i shot this from a moving ricksha
a thought that stays one side
modernity the other side tradition
that came my way a body language
of the wearer on display
you dress the way you want
our women prefer the hijab
in every way a poetic illusion
is what it says a dress
of a dilemma in a maze
don quixotish
sarkozy chasing
windmills in the fray
fighting hijabs as
religious symbols
to my dismay
next he will find fault
with our namaz
or the way we pray
luckily we dont worship
idols made of clay
the nuns habit
is not part of
his censure
if i may say
Did you really think you would escape the ugly face of today's politics by retreating to nature? There is nothing wrong with being in nature, just do not look the other way. Respect yourself!
Hand-held, edited in Fuji's raw converter and refined in Luminar.
Begging on the streets and such is life as it continues as a burden of fate..
This is my 130049 photo blog at Flickr.
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the shadow of
the hijab emanating
a beauty in the person
who wears it
the hijab in muslim
society
a very integral
important
part of it
the very heart of it
only belgium france
throw a fit
hurriedly want to sack it
burn it ban it
england germany spain
more humane humanly
back it but here in
india the hijab
the soul of
the muslim woman
comfortably it fits
on the face of it
dignity grace
well lit
traditionally
comfit
the hijab
to allahs
will submit
in india
is a super hit
a garb of modesty
i almost said it
I could write a poem here
but I will let it go by..
for me the
soul of Humanity
is Amchi Mumbai
Street Pain As Seen Through a Poets Eye
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hands stretched
begging in silence
without a sound
shop to shop
from everyone around
like a parched plant
'growing from the ground
hands and feet bound
a painful page on the soul
of Muslim Society
cannot be displayed or found
a few coins on the rebound
their fate has keeled over
aground on the shores
of despair their souls
meditatively drowned
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India
Mumbai
is more religiously
tolerant has no
issue with what you wear
if you wear a hijab
others do not curse
nor do they swear
whether you wear a
head scarf to
cover your hair
people on the streets
dont ogle or stare
dont pass racist laws
racist regulations
more important
issues like good governance
jobs for the unemployed
law order is the raison ',etre
fearlessly fair
its the Nations Indianess
Unity in Diversity
everyone shares
towards a common goal
a common path
of peace hope humanity
as they prepare
broken dreams
together repair
the silhouette
of the hijab
is modesty
a religious identity
of a muslim woman
but also a French Presidents
endless songless nightmare
womanhood
in the silhouette
of the hijab
wordlessly
poetically
as it froze
a thought
of its spirtual
supremacy
as sartorial
garment
a path she chose
as a model
of tradition
as a model
of our womanhood
a thought
imposed
identifying the sanctity
of motherhood
the hijab up close
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they definitely
dont celebrate idd
at all
they beg on idd day
but yes they did
hear the muezzins call
after the namaz
a few coins
like rain will fall
mother and her child
small no new clothes
no sheer korma
for them hopes
reverberating
on a wailing wall
punished by fate
punished by poverty
on the floor they crawl
have they ever celebrated
idd no they dont recall
from one goal post
to another goal post
kicked like a football
no their luck wont change
says the oracle
psychic octopus paul
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the silhouette
of the hijab
as a poem
on the defense
of a garb
of modesty
poetically
posted
on the net
the muslim
womans
sacrifice
her traditions
you cant forget
its only those that
hate the hijab
cant digest
attacking it
racially
profiling it
without rest
the hijab
a sign
of peace and spirituality
god blessed
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nakab posh
khuda ke bandhe
inke gale main
bediyan
waqt ke phande
25000 hazar ka
bakra kharido
idd mubarak
paisewalon
ankhon se andhe
inke liye paisa do paisa
kuchle hue phool
dikhne main gande
padai likhai
nasib nahi
muflisi ke dhande
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the ultimate
avatar
of peace
a drape
within
a crease
the soul
of a muslim woman
from the shackles
of her surroundings
frees the identity
of our womanhood
will not cease
a garment
of modesty
flowing
with the breeze
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muslim womanhood
has its essence
in piety humanity
within the hijab
its contribution
immense
without pretense
hence my poem
in its defense
she wears it
as her garment
of modesty
her sartorial
requirement
why do you
get tense
you or your woman
are not entitled
to wear it
why take offense
makes no sense
the silhouette of the hijab
a poem through my lens
to the white supremacist
racists a thought
i condense
at no expense
chand paise deke
admi ko milta swab hai
bheek mangti mamta
ki to kismat kharab hai
kaisa sawal aur kaisa
jawab hai
teen bar talaq kehke
ek nayi biwi
ek nayi shuruwat hai