I am sharing my experience of Muhorram, I do not want to
fall in a debate whether the religious activities that are carried on are right
or wrong. In my opinion my experience of
Muhorram was outstanding. The energy, unity, synchronization, music, poetries
is something that touched my heart.
I came across a post online, which said Muharram Procession
on 24th Nov 2012, starts from 6:00 p.m., it fascinated Amit and me and since
then we both wanted to cover this event.
Initially Amit was nervous about me going to this event because we heard
people say that it gets very crowded and men hit themselves with knives and a
lot of blood is shed. One guy even told
Amit that its risky to get female photographers as he quoted “you don’t know
what you are getting into!” But all
thanks to Amit’s friend Adil and his friends who took responsibility and helped
us get to this event. The more restrictions the more it excited me and finally
here we were!
Dressed in black pants and t-shirt with a stole, we reached
Dockyard road station around 6:00 p.m. My heart kept thumping as I started to
hear slight sound of music. The sound
level increased as we moved closer to the event. The beat of drums and the way music was sung
was outstanding. I got goose bumps by
the whole energy. It was amazing to see so many people, ladies dressed in total
black separated from men on either side.
Amit and I also split up and decided to meet after the event.
I thought I would get better angle from top so I decided to
go on the 1st floor of the building.
Ladies were all set and ready for the event. The views were locked and there was no space
for me to walk through or click. I felt
like an alien, everything was so new and unknown, so many restrictions and one
mistake and I could hurt their sentiments. I had to be very careful all the
time. But, to my surprise the ladies turned out to be real sweethearts, they
gave me space and helped me so I could get better photographs, few of them even
posed for me, one lady explained me in detail of what was about to happen and
where I can get better pictures. I took her advice and went downstairs. The kids were hanging on the railing while
few sitting on the walls. The energy
started to build up, more and more people joined, light was shadowed, it all
started then.
Suddenly, guy started singing and everyone burst into tears,
men started hitting their heads so hard that blood oozed out while females hit
their chests. The whole crowd was
mourning. One by one people carried
Tajia. The procession started and I
could see knives with blood.
Slowly men started moving out and I got space to sneak in
and capture the juloos. From kids to
matured men, they all had knives and hit them in a certain way where in your
back is cut and blood is splattered. The
ground was flowing with red liquid.
Since I was very close, blood even splattered on my hands. Its incredible to see the amount of tolerance
these guys have, to me even a small cut or bruises hurt so much. It is just amazing and unreal to believe it
until I saw it with my own eyes!!! Hats
off to all these people!!!!








































































Thanks for writing this and sharing your experience....All cultures have rites and rituals that in the modern world can be debatable, but by writing about it so positively you have done a great job at normalizing a ritual and a culture that is otherwise misunderstood.
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Very Well written. As I was there and see adn feel it it every year I can relate to it. The main day was the next day and the amount of crowds that flock is seen to be believed.
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