bollywoods most wanted photographerno1

photographerno1..is a shia mystic..they dont make like this any more.. he walks on fire,self flagellates,cuts his forehead each moharram.. and he is sane as sane as you or the guy next door,..

Street poetry at a Bus Stop

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Waiting for the bus
To restart
Adult half awake
Youth asleep
Old age
Waiting to depart
A soul dashed
on the craggy rocks
of a dissipated heart
a dumbfucked guy
pretending to be
over smart
desire unknowingly
bound to a hand cart

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My Last Will and Testament

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We are pathetic creatures , we humans, we are bothered about our religion, our rituals our customs, we want all this to be shown in the best of pictorial light, I remember a man a devotee of Shri Nagrajputra Jimmyji , who sent me an email, quite disturbed , that I had shown his gurus picture that was at sale at the Kamatipura flea market, this Man requested me to delete the picture I could not as it was not within my control my site was hacked, account frozen, the developer was investigating so what could I do, it had taken more than 10 months , so I decided to shift all my religious posts to Word Press, I was doing it gradually , 6000 posts, I had shifted 2000 , here ,there was a good response in terms of viewership and readership, but here too there was a hitch, no photo galleries where I could keep each section in different cubicles of thought
I was to go shoot the Shai Snan at Allahabad Kumbh , the final one on 23 rd Jan 2007 , than finish this ,catch up with my wife in Lucknow. My tickets were booked my Naga Sadhu friend , mentor Guru Shri Vijay Giri Maharaj was waiting for me , I aborted this trip,, for reasons unknown to me ..
I came to Lucknbow instead.. to revisit my past as a child and the graves of my forefathers scattered at Gufra Map, Rani Malka Jahan graveyard and at Talkatora.
I shot the Lucknow Ashura for the first time ..in my 53 years.
I also gave my visiting cards that had the web address of my tainted sites , I had nothing to hide , than hell broke lose, they saw the dirty pictures that were hacked into my site, but I don’t understand one thing my stuff were in separate galleries so why poke nose into the other galleries , I never proclaimed I was a Shia site , I am a photo journalist , I shot pictures of my faith to show the pain of my community..
Yes I do Tandav , when I scourge ,Tandav is the Dance of Death and Revenge , this was my metaphoric way of coping with Shimr it should not bother others, it should perhaps only bother those who love Shimr and Yazidiyat.,.
So I am really upset, I have not deliberately disgraced my faith or religion, no one has a right to tell me what to shoot.. I am funded by no one.
I will continue shooting all religions , with camera eye proclaiming Truth..
Yes I will never shoot Moharam.. let them shoot who are the torch bearers of my faith.
I will write what is my inherent love for the Ahle Bait..
This site is not catering for any one community, but the ones that I am passionate about..
I reiterate if there was a hint of Karbala in Hinduism I would embrace Hinduism willingly, this is me, I am not scared to air my personal views on the Internet.
I am not and will ever be a congregational man.
My wife, my children. ,my Lucknowi daughter in law , her husband , my elder son have no problem , with my thoughts, so I think others my detractors should stop bothering me …
I never celebrated Moharam for 17 years , the guys who work for me are all Sunnis my main point guy is a Hindu.. , I don’t have any bigoted problem.
With any community per se.
It was camera and photography five years back that bought me to a Ashura Julosos proceeding towards Rehmatabad, I met Baqar Nasser , Habib Nasser who bought me and fine tuned me as a Believer and a Reborn Shia.
Maulana Abbas Irshad proclaimed my love for the Ahle Bait by calling me Moulaiee.,.
I think Allah knows better my credentials as a believer as Truth or as my pretentiousness
My elder son is developing an exclusive Shia site that will house my Shia Images and my Shia poetry….including places where Janabe Sayyada sent me with a hanky to record the love of a race that was exclusively made for Maksade Hussain…through my pictures , including the ones I shot in Lucknow and have not seen as yet..…more than 2000 or so.
These will be last recordings of Moharam..
I believe in live and let live.. mutually.
If I have erred I have not gone defiant but corrected myself with honor without disrespecting the views of my elders.. my parents are dead , in their place I have chosen my father in law Abbas Bhai Qazilbash as my father, my mother in law who I call Mother..

On my home site my poetry , my thoughts are of an adult mature nature, those who think otherwise should keep away from my site…I don’t go to sites that don’t concern me.,.
For the first time in my life I don’t have to be seen or heard from the shoulders of western minarets of Buzznet Bloggererspot or Word Press….
I can stand on my own.
I have taken a lot of bashing as a Blogger , for being a vociferously proud Indian, on western blog sites, I have hit back too, I have been bashed by fundamental elements by Shia Haters and Baiters .for my tirade against Yazidiyat and the genocide in Karbala, that has been deliberately ignored all these years.
I remember one of the last living, members of the Moghul Empire telling that she would go to the Golden Temple to seek forgiveness for the atrocities committed on the Sikhs by her forefathers, I felt like throwing up, as the first people she should ask for forgiveness are the Shias ..
Muslims are Muslims by any other name.
This is the myopic mindlessness of Misplaced Religious priorities.
I have been bashed as a Muslim on Indian Blog sites, my Moharam pictures were deleted at Fotothing and Webshots , but it is the first time I have been bashed for being a Shia by the Shia community..
I cannot stop being a Shia …from within or without.
Let him caste the first stone who is a better Shia than me..
I have also decided not to be buried in a Shia cemetery have pledged my body with all its mental hallucinations, megalomania of my Indianess to Medical research..
Firoze Shakir
Photographerno1
15 th Feb 2007
Mumbai

to be buried in a shia muslim cemetery
i resent no mausoleun no tombstone no
cornerstone made of cement
i pledge my body to science my brain my heart
my flesh my organs
my last will and testament
yes i give back all of me
to mankind the 54 years or more that i
have on this planet spent seeing muslims
killing muslims as a natural event
sectarian violence fragmented Islam in so
many segment
born as man lived as man
die as man nothing else to repent
no fools paradise for me to invent
he came he saw he went
lived peacefully died content
please on my passing do not cry or lament
dont make it into a melodramatic event
instead let it be a happy event
my dying soul please do not torment
i have my dear wifes tacit consent
my memories , my dark thoughts
she need not represent
my best regards to my unborn grandchild
in my line of descent

update

on the advice of Dr Shabeeb Rizvi  I calmed my inherent anger and shot the Moharam 2008 in Mumbai ..

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The Aravanis

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The Aravanis, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

I can discard the pictures that look similar but each picture tells a new story of the Hijdas Pain..the travails , the road ahead cobbled and precarious..
These are the poorer lot of Indian transgenders from the South called Aravanis..
That they stopped the ricksha, and after I told them about my Hijda Guru Laxmi Narayan Tripathi , and Baby Hijda Guru of Park Site they allowed me to take their pictures..And I shoot what I see, no manipulations, no props , simple Hijda pictures of Hijda despair ..
Earlier they wanted money from me, but they did not insist, this was because they thought I was a foreigner..Indians as it is keep their distance from the Hijda community.. and it is more fear than anything else..And the Hijda is human like them, but old folks tale of Hijda kidnapping kids has added to their miserable lot..
The Hijda community is the most misunderstood , ostracized and looked down upon..
My life is full of Hijda encounters, I meet them, it is pre-destined.. I dont go searching for them, they meet me anyway..and invariably I have my camera..
Strange but when I dont have my camera I dont meet Hijdas, you might not believe this one..
I think Photography is a very deep science of the transcedental mind..and yes photography does help you capture Hijda souls as you add to their life span on the cyberspace..
And I dont do this for getting any extra mileage ..or money or fame or celebrity status.
There is no personal landmark to achieve , but than I do not have the charisma nor the time like Marc de Clercq to stay with the Hijdas and show their picture story..

rest of the pictures at Flickr

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Angel of Deceit and the Mad Boy

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he is mentally usound
disowned by his family
he is not well
they say he is
under the devils spell
bandra bazar road
is where he dwells
living a spectre
on an hopeless hell
he had in better times
fallen in love
with a girl called angel
but she got married
she ditched him
thats what they tell
his world crashed
bitterly beaten
hating womanly faces
womanly smell
a madman ..insane
crazy ..societys rebel
those who pass him by
give him a few coins
and wish him well

this is a true story of unachieved love..

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The Queen of Hearts

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She watches all your moves
The Queen of Hearts
She who loves you
With without warts
but you ignoble creature
want someone elses tits clits and twats
The Queen of Spade
for whom you have the hots
has a Jocker giving her the shots
seminal salvation
as forget me nots
a troubled King
of both the Queens
your destruction plots
as your fetid soul
in your decomposed body rots

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“I detest racialism, because I regard it as a barbaric thing”

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“The power of the white world is threatened whenever a black man refuses to accept the white world’s definitions.”
James Arthur Baldwin quotes

“The white man’s happiness cannot be purchased by the black man’s misery”
Frederick Douglass quotes

“I detest racialism, because I regard it as a barbaric thing, whether it comes from a black man or a white man”
Nelson Mandela quotes

“I believe in freedom for everyone, not just the black man.”
Bob Marley quotes

“I am really enjoying the new Martin Luther King Jr stamp – just think about all those white bigots, licking the backside of a black man”
Dick Gregory quotes

in the darkness of a dark mans heart
a burning flame of oppression
a flickering flame of retribution
he takes and he gives
as an overwhelmimng moment
in times boundless eternity
he lives
reminding man
each time he fails and falters
whom he has ceated
from a drop of a tear
he loves and forgives

Love Poetry Hate Racism

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The Little Masseur Boy Poetic Prose

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At the Mahim Dargah one feature that misses people enwrapped in spirituality of the Holy Saints , is the misery but living life with a smile .. The underbelly of existence of the Little Masseur Boy.
His little fingers kneading the calves of man, he told me had come from Uttar Pradesh, he and his friend without ticket, but with plenty of peanuts and Hope.
This is Mumbai. Mother of all Destinations.
I am told my Dad Mohamed Shakir came here at the age of 14, to try out his luck , he could not take the suffocation of a decadent society of the city of his birth Lucknow. I don’t blame him, he was a self made man.
I sometimes wonder even the most underprivileged Maharashtrian will not leave his mother state..But I respect the migrant from the North an adventurer , with guts and the reason of making it big, becoming one as Marathi Manoos.
My wife used to pester me lets buy a small place in Lucknow , as she hails from this city, but I was not financially stable enough to acquiesce to her wish….
But I like I one thing about my wife Afshaan, she could read my inner feelings she told me one day I think you should get yourself a small place in Ajmer ..I was shocked as how she could reach the deep crevice of my soul..
I also know that she knew that though I do not adhere to Sufi beliefs.. I have a special regard for Ajmer Sharif a city of Hope Peace and Harmony.. A city you come in any color of your faith but go back as a cherished Indian.,.
Yes in a way my Indianess is the color of my inherent Faith..
When I spoke to Peersaab Fakhru Miya of Hujra No6 and told him my travails and my persecution at the hands of bigotry, he said just one word, come and do your Chehlum with us..
This is one reason that I love Ajmer.
I have till date never entered the Inner Sanctum of the Holy Saint .
Yes I am not a clean Man.
I also pray to the Almighty each time I get to see Karbala , I would want someone better and more devout to take my place.
My Karbala is in my Indian heart .
The one place that makes me shed tears and I would want to see it once before I die is Damascus.. Sham.
I would like to see the place where Islam was shamed.
I fail too understand why can a sinner not have words for what he loves more than his life., why have I to be a scholar , to understand my love for Ahle Bait and Allah.
I think the entire universe of wisdom in our Holy Book lies hidden in a Nukta.. or a full stop..
So now you know even a picture of a Masseur boy can throw you away miles away into
A world.. poetic nature of mans unending Prose…

little masseur boy
massaging the body of
tired evil man
rickety bones
shamed spirituality
penitence without poise
yes transported
into a forbidden world
on the dark mahim beach front
yes innocence has lost its voice
with just rs 50 for a full
body massage
there is nothing left
for the fleshy soul to rejoice..

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R.A.C.I.S.T.

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R.A.C.I.S.T., originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

photo courtesy
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R- Rabid
A-Agony
C-Chaos
I-Ignorance
S-Sectarian
T-Tragedy

Black man
White man
Dehumanized
Deriding
Destiny
Neither
Will be Free
Hate their
Legacy
To the Unborn Posterity
Man within the womb of sorrow
Born in captivity

Love Poetry Hate Racism

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Exercise Daily-Restraint

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Tongue in cheek
The spirit is willing
The legs are weak
As I walk
My soul does creak
A mute brick in the wall
Dictionary tainted
words that speak
naked emotions
wordless streak
racism in poetry
at its peek
the dark skinned man
a morsel of human hate
a multicolored freak
an insect
struggling for survival
on a white birds beak

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Apartheid…White Mans Gift to the Black Man

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photo digitalised by ppc,

his world of metaphoric dreams they
with their hate comments want to raze
finger fucking their keys boards as they laze
i am astonished at their devilish ways
who cares for false footnotes as praise
i have no more windmills to chase
quixotic. exotic my thoughts as they graze
fuck leave me an untouchable
in the sacrosanct archive of my mind space
some of you who born white
revengefully ancestrally
hate caste color creed and race
living in the guilt of your
nostalgic olden days
Apartheid your heritage
you who kept
slaves as prisoners in a cage
white mans gift to the black man
generations wont assuage
this world is a white mans stage
Hate filled your Golden Age

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Obituary White Supremacist Racist Whore RIP

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on the martryed grave
of the white supremacist racist whore
grow flowers of peace
yes she is finally laid to rest
her racist hatred buried with her
on the wet crease
wanton weariness of
hate filled breeze
she was born out of bigotry
she had no one to please
she serviced all men
her body on lease
a burnt out cok tease
her whiteness corroding
her soul filled
inherited disease
blue blood genetic
from English deportees
hate racism love poetry
she did predecease
tears from the dryness
of her soul she could not squeeze

Love Poetry Hate Racism

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REVERSE RACISM

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when a black man abuses his right
unduly with the white race fight
this is reverse racism alright
an excuse to vindicate himself
than he becomes a worst racist than white
using his color to dominate his might
yes at every stray remark he gets uptight
at the end of his dicolored soul
a terrorising tunnel
he sees no light
this is his agony
this is his unending plight
broken wings
ending his poetic flight
two wrongs dont make one right

This poem is dedicated to Mr Ray Lucero..without him I dont think I could have seen the world of racism as clearly as I do now..
even the word Reverse Racism.. is his coinage.. in a message to me this evening…

Love Poetry Hate Racism

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Enough is Enough

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Enough is enough
Life is frickin tough
Congested chest
phlegmatic dry cough
Half open
Eyes unceremoniously
Playing blind mans buff
Photoblogging
In cyberspace
Marginalized by cybernetic hate
cobbled path so rough
fee fie fo fum
11000
blogs blown away in a puff

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Sufi Monk Shia Pandit

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A sufi monk
A shia pandit
Two thoughts
Pretending to be one
A crescent and a rising sun
Two parallel lines
That on the soul s beaten track
Surreptitiously spun
Yes looking at them
Their detractors poke fun
A Single mother her
Twin Sons
One body one soul
Dust to dust ashes to ashes
In the long run

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Fanning the Fires of Hate

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burning in the cauldron of her hate
on a hot plate
he latest Cajun recipe jambalaya
rice duck pate Indian sauce
a bad aftertaste
no more culinary comments
no more culinary poems to rate
bubbling emotional state
simmering slowly
at the forum of her heart the endless wait
she who calls me cheap skate
hands me left overs
on the broken heart of my plate
erases the writings on my hearts slate
me a wandering minstrel
searching for a soul mate

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Green light says go

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I have done an entire series on beggar kids at Bandra where I stay called Turner Road Traffic Signal, these kids onece ruled with impunity , but their nemesis anti begging law caught up with them, to escape being caught by the police, sent to remand homes , losss of freedom,made them move away from here but I have captured their natural life , their ups their downs, the tragedy often was I shot them as kids later to find little children at their waist , a single night made them a child mother..

Ritu Kumars label
A fashion statement identity
Outside her fashion studio
Spotlight on poverty
Fill in light..
Average reading
Of snarling traffic turner road
Depravity.
Running , limping
Begging alms
Motionless gravity
Lepers , hijdas fruit sellers for
Some pass time company
Motivala jewelers , Popleys
Stomach Restaurant
garbage can always empty
nakedness unwashed clothes
lying at Fashion Laundry.

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The Hijdas at Hill Road Bandra

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I recently spotted these hijdas in ricksha presumably thet were going towards Bandra Station, I was in a Ricksha going hme for lunch they were annoyed me trying to take their picture, but I overtook them stopped them near Globus , told them about my Hijda connection with Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, they got out of thei rrickshas and began posing for me as I hastly shot them .. with a fear that a huge crowd was gathering around me..

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Laxmi the Beggar Hijda

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Laxmi is a Hijda who operates from the Turner Road Traffic Signal, and should not be confused with Laxmi Narayan Tripathi, my Hijda Guru.
Laxmi the beggar Hijda is a kindly soul, I have not shown her any of her pictures as yet, though I have asked her to visit my shop that is two lanes away from the Turner Road Signal.
But the Hijdas lot as a beggar is a tough load to carry.
Moving betwen vehicles , and this lot of Laxmi, is not demanding, or threatning , as one finds at other traffic signals.
She was telling me this morning her mates have gone to the native place, so she is all by herself.She has lunch at a road style stall, unlike the Turner Road beggar kids she does not take left overs from restaurants at the Signal.
The Hijda Pride is a dominating force.
They beg with Dignity.They live with Dignity.
Yes they are Beggars .
So What ?
We all are beggars one way or the other.
Arent We?

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God made Man to Mock Mankind

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god made man to mock mankind
yes at times i think our god is blind
time and tide fuck man from behind
a cruel thorn to the rose unkind
both pain and pleasure
equally conjoined
immortality he seeks
never ever finds
reincarnation
as a dog
his life rewinds
lifting his leg
a lamp post
both
his karma
his dharma
once again
entwined
man the saint
man the monster
man a madness
by a god
who came on earth
as the messiah
failed
killed by his own creation
crucified and maligned
yes god has distanced
himself from humanity
with his apathy to remind
that a beggar you are
you are a beggar you will
always be to
your fate consigned
within the prison of your
human cage confined
your soul fleshy in its nature
matter corroding
super subconscious mind

dedicated to Nice Jewish Girl..
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White God is More Racial than White Man

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like slaughtered goat to
appease a white god
who mocks the color he denied me
none but the woes of my pigmentation besides me
yes his laws , his nature derides me
my pride my self respect that guides me
within the words of my unwritten poems
as a refugee its her love that hides me
ironically she is a white goddess
from her own hated tribe she sides me

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poetry.. a journey

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UDAIPUR INDIA
lake palace hotel on the lake in Rajasthan

photo courtesy glenn losack md

Poetry an oriental saying is about a
science and an art of holistic healing
emotions thoughts and human feelings
without caste color or creed
or underhand dealings
brickless walls
roofless ceilings

wish you well on your journey
peace
firoze shakir
written as a comment to meggie gultiano

firoze shakir photographerno1

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At Crossroads

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At Crossroads, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

she who loves cooking new dishes
making culinary inroads
assisting racist chef
as she her misplaced anger
on me explodes
poetic petulance
poetic perjury
she downloads
unable to break
my silence
a tantric terpidation decodes
with her ungreatfulness
an old relationship she
impudently violently
corrodes
she her karma
my dharma
at crossroads

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Chehlum Saddam Hussain

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wikipedia
Saddam Hussein Abd al-Majid al-Tikriti (Arabic: صدام حسين عبد المجيد التكريتي Ṣaddām Ḥusayn ʿAbd al-Majīd al-Tikrītī[1]; April 28, 1937[2] – December 30, 2006[3]), was the President of Iraq from July 16, 1979, until April 9, 2003.[4][5]

A leading member of the revolutionary Ba’ath Party, which espoused secular pan-Arabism, economic modernization, and socialism, Saddam played a key role in the 1968 coup that brought the party to long-term power. As vice president under the ailing General Ahmed Hassan al-Bakr, Saddam tightly controlled conflict between the government and the armed forces — at a time when many other groups were considered capable of overthrowing the government — by creating repressive security forces. In the early 1970s, Saddam spearheaded Iraq’s nationalization of the Western-owned Iraq Petroleum Company, which had long held a monopoly on the country’s oil. Through the 1970s, Saddam cemented his authority over the apparatuses of government as Iraq’s economy grew at a rapid pace.[6]

As president, Saddam maintained power through the Iran-Iraq War (1980-1988) and the first Persian Gulf War (1991). During these conflicts, Saddam repressed movements he deemed threatening to the stability of Iraq, particularly Shi’a and Kurdish movements seeking to overthrow the government or gain independence, respectively. While he remained a popular hero among many disaffected Arabs everywhere for standing up to the West and for his support for the Palestinians,[7] U.S. leaders continued to view Saddam with deep suspicion following the 1991 Persian Gulf War. Saddam was deposed by the U.S. and its allies during the 2003 invasion of Iraq.

Captured by U.S. forces on December 13, 2003, Saddam was brought to trial under the Iraqi interim government set up by U.S.-led forces. On November 5, 2006, he was convicted of charges related to the executions of 148 Iraqi Shi’ites suspected of planning an assassination attempt against him, and was sentenced to death by hanging. Saddam was executed on December 30, 2006.[8]

my urdu poem

Eshale sawab ka Koran

andhe hafizon se padwayenge

kale kapde pahankar

apni masjidon mein

yeh matam majlis

karwayenge

ya saddam hussain

ya saddam hussain

ka nara lagwayenge

jhande uthwayenge

yeh bharat desh ke rahne wale

sadam hussain ke jay jay kar

ke nare lagayenge

bangalore mein danga karwayenge

yeh bhule bhatke

yazidiyat ke chahne wale

yazid saddam hussain

ka chehlum manayenge

ek zalim ko yeh apna

devta banayenge

kyon ki

akhrat mein

saddam hussain hi

enke gunha bashkwaenge

shaheed to yeh shaitan

ko bhi baneyenge

bhul bhatke musalman

yeh hind par

vande matram kya gayenge

yeh to sirf saddam hussain

ko apna massiha

banayenge

yeh hum sare watan parast

muslamanon ki

beizzati kareyenge

kya yeh apnon ka

apna banyenge

is desh mein rakhar

yeh saddam hussain

ke gun gayenge

this was written in december in lucknow…

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The Racist Tree of Life

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Laundry is the only thing that should be separated by color. ~Author Unknown

Racial superiority is a mere pigment of the imagination. ~Author Unknown

There is a strange kind of tragic enigma associated with the problem of racism. No one, or almost no one, wishes to see themselves as racist; still racism persists, real and tenacious.

ALBERT MEMMI, Racism

Racism has been an integral component of American culture since its founding upon the genocide of Native Americans, and the forced slavery of Africans and Afro-Americans.

VINCENT F. ROCCHIO, Reel Racism

Racism rests upon and functions as a kind of seesaw: the persecutor rises by debasing and inferiorizing his victim.

ALBERT MEMMI, Racism

we are slaves of pigmentation
our skin our worldy fascination
our hate for the other mans skin
a biblical revealation
yes the browns the blacks
under the domination of a
White Gods own White Nation
on the soul of the colored man
wounds scars and lacerations
several other brow beating
abominations
yes the dark man is angry
on the verge of revolt
uhuru he is loosing
his ancestral patience
racialism the most hated
mans own wicked creation
unjustified horrifying
human aberration

Love Poetry Hate Racism

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White Man has a Change of Heart

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www.livescience.com/images/human_heart_graphic_03.jpg

you act as a joker
in a pack of cards
you are a racist
within a poetic range
you know it
i know it too
to people it may
not seem strange
but if you gave up
your wicked evil
white heart
take a black mans heart in exchange
there is a possibilty you might
for the better change
your miserable sick life
to a better life
more fulfilled one arrange

firoze shakir photographerno1

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