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Z.A Bukhari, originally uploaded by kamil[rextin].

Photograph from the BBC Archives. Z.A Bukhari, at the BBC Urdu Service.

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Z.A Bukhari, originally uploaded by kamil[rextin].

Old historical photographs of ZA Bokhari, younger brother of Pirtas Bokhari.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zulfiqar_Ali_Bukhari

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I was going to write about how ungratefull I sound and I feel like when I whine about my job. But now I feel sapped of energy. Spirals. Just spirals.

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Sirus and Orion

Like a dozen other starts, this is also one.

Is that even a Muslim name?’ asks Farida, in a matter of fact way. Like it is normal to ask such questions to complete strangers.
‘Yes, I was named after the brightest sky in the night sky and the great Iranian King’ answers Sirus, with an implied sense of exhaustion, like a he has been asked this question one too many times.
He looks up to the night sky, scanning it, until finally his neck finally twisting and he smiles. Like meeting an old friend, and picking up where you last left off, he winks at Sirus – the star.
‘There, you see that? Those three stars in a line? That’s Orion’s belt. Orion was a hunter, the Great Hunter. Now follow through Orion’s belt. There, thats the brightest star in the night sky, Sirus. Thats who I am named after’ he finishes, lowering his hand.
A cold December breeze blows, gently. He is suddenly very aware of the cold soft skin pressing against his arm, realizing he moved too close in the glee of the moment. He is very aware of his own outline.  Farida, seemingly unaware of their proximity, stares at the star for  a while, then looses interest and starts gazing at other immortals mapped on the night sky.

Every fiber of his being told him not to move an inch, but he did. ‘Doesnt feel right’, he said to himself, repeatedly. Slowly, as not to offend her, he moved away, just an inch. The warmth radiating from her skin beating gently on his. Or maybe it was his mind playing ticks on him again.

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Turn on your TV. Switch to American Idol, ‘Idol Give Back’ episode. Switch to some movie about charity; based on a true story ofcourse. You will see one thing.

A white American, who has grown a conscience going to Africa to build an orphanage. A well, or a school. Or worse yet, you’ll catch David Cook from American Idol, totting his guitar and singing english rock songs to undernourished African orphans and kids in school.

What is this phenomena. Why has the ‘White Man’ always seemed to rule?

They come, the rich american pop stars or rich pakistani socialites, spend a couple of hours with the poverty stricken and displaced refugee’s. Give away some food and water, and leave. For them it’s like an experience to tell their friends. For the people there, its an everyday reality.

My point here being. Don’t have pity on them and give them your left overs. Give them means to develop their own community and resources. Don’t fly in with your green and your pink and expect them to grovel like Dogs.

Educate them, tell them they can help themselves. Empower them 🙂

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Faisal Mosque-Hollier than thou

Faisal Mosque-Entrance

Pictures  from an expedition to faisal mosque  at Lailat-ul-Qadar(The night of power). The night we Muslims believe that the Koran was revealed to our prophet.

I was doting around a D60 and 2 lenses and a tripod, despite signs forbidding photography. It was just too perfect to pay heed to the signs.

Greener then thou-Just to prove the holliness

Green lights to mark the speciality of the occasion

Reflection caught in a fountain right at the entrance–>

Reading the Koran

Leaning on the marble-reciting the Koran

Marble Courtyard

Marble Courtyard

And when the nights of worship finally take its toll on the faithful..

Sound asleep

Sound asleep

Exhausted

Exhausted

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