April 08, 2006
I am in Lucknow ..the city of my birth.. for all I am worth .
Thursday night known as 7 th Rabillawal all roads led to Kazmain as the stage was set for a fire matam , this is commemorated as after the battle of Karbala and after the victory the soldiers of Yazids army struck a blow at the very heart of Islam , they began looting the tents of the Holy Prophets family and torched the tents and little children and women not being allowed to escape, these overzealous so callled Islamic marauders of the Ummayad Caliphate , and the seeds of so called Jihad and there terrorists Mujhaedeens are the progeny of the self same hate and want to take us back to the times of Ignorance.
And Janabe Zainab, sister of Imam Hussain ,rescued the burning surviving son Zainul Abeedeen from the impending fires
Janabe Zainab was the brave and indomitably fearless daughter of Hazrat Ali the Lion of Islam.
Shimr, Yazeed are all borm again Islamists and the coffers of Saudi Arabia funding this global venom, the al Qaeedas, Lashkare Toibas are political plethora of dividing Islam the heritage of the Holy Prophet and his Holy Progeny.
Well back to my side of the fence I walked the fire at Diyanuddins Karbala some videographer has shot me, he might give me a cd.. perhaps.
After that I came and walked the fire at Kazmain and this is my favorite pictorial fire ramp, my relative Guddu had my camera Nikon D70 and took a shot but missed my walk, a little later I got into a scrap with a gent returned from Saudi Arabia and a nephew of the local hoodlum who took offense to my sleeveless vest, we had a wordy spat and my language abusivley settling him down.
I sometimes fear the blinkered overzealosly bigoted Shia more than a Wahhabi.
And my dress code turns blachk for 2 months 8 days,
The next day was Aathvi the Chup Tazia procession,and its founder Doctor Agha Mohomed Baqar leading from the front and his son Hassan Baqar and this silent procession moves from Nakhas to Kazmain, recting nohas on the bravery of Janabe Zainb, and the heart rending noha Gabhrayegi Zainab, I shot some pictures from atop a building and from there the Tazias are buried at Kazmain.
After a 4 hour rest I entered an Anjuman that was cutting their forheads and I snatched a short sword and cut my forehead , and it was far too deep, and blood gushing like a hole in a ploythene bag filled with blood, I took my scourging blades and lashed myself like a dance of Tandaav, my relative Guddu has shot my pictures, but the crowd grabbed me before I could cause further damage, for almost a couple of hours the blood flow did not stop, and this I wll show pictorially…a kindly gent tied a tourniquet and the flow quietened down, I had to abort as any strain would start the blood flow.
Today is Navin and Moharram officially ends, I went dressed in crimson to Kazmain and participated in the burning of Umar one of the Caliphs..and recital of abusive poetry cursing Ayesha, Umar Usman and Abubaker the Gang of Four..that made life impossible for the Holy Prophets daughter Janabe Fatima and her husband Hazrat Ali and their progeny .
I just got my wound bandaged again , only rose water.
And I will return to Mumbai , Monday night.
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