Mission Delhi – Muhammad Aslam, Nizamuddin Basti
One of the one per cent in 13 million.
[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]
“When I was a child, my parents took care of me. Now it’s my turn for they are old and need care,” says Muhamamd Aslam, a 32-year-old beggar. The Delhi Walla found him on a street in Nizamuddin Basti, a 14th century village whose principal attraction is the sufi shrine of Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya.
Mr Aslam effortlessly invites sympathy from passers-by. Crying for alms – “Give something to this helpless man” – his voice becomes high-pitched, his tone melodious. His special ability is God-gifted. Disabled since birth, he has no hands, no legs. Moved by his limbless figure, people leave all sorts of things – currency notes, bananas, biscuit packets, and basketball caps – in front of him. If it’s money, Mr Aslam lowers his head, picks the note into his mouth before dropping it into his shirt pocket. “Whatever I earn, I give it to Abba and Ammi.”
Mr Aslam lives with his parents in a slum in Mehrauli, south Delhi, and commutes by public transport. “People help me board the bus,” he says. Having no regular place to beg, he goes wherever his heart tells him to go. This was his last week’s schedule:
Monday – Madangir
Tuesday – Okhla Mandi
Wednesday – Govindpuri
Thursday – Sai Baba Mandir, near Lodhi Road
Friday – Hauz Khas mosque
Saturday – Nizamuddin Basti
On Sunday, he stays home. “The body gets tired,” he says. “If only I get a public telephone booth, I will not have to beg.” Few months ago Mr Aslam tried meeting his area’s politician to get help but could not go beyond the secretary’s office.
His father had a fruits stall in Govindpuri Subzi Mandi, a vegetable market near Mehrauli. “Abba was harassed by authorities so much that I forced him to sell the space for Rs 3,000,” he says. “I told him, “You sit, I will earn”.”
The sense of responsibility towards his aging parents have not aged Mr Aslam prematurely. Very zesty, he often laughs and cracks jokes with fellow-beggars. Once he fell for a beggar in Nizamuddin Basti and wished to marry her immediately. His mother did not let him. “Ammi feared that the girl was trying to fool me. She asked why would any girl be in love with me.”
Doesn’t Mr Aslam get angry with Allah?
“Never. Allah took away my two arms and gave me a thousand hands,” Mr Aslam says. “Some give me food. Some give me water. Some give me money. Some pick me and help me board the bus. I’m not alone.”
[This is the 12th portrait of the Mission Delhi project]
Penny for the helpless
Look at me, give me something
Look, I’m so helpless
This is my fate
This is life
Here it comes
“Never. Allah took away my two arms and gave me a thousand hands,”i got no words to say anything about this post Mayank,but you r doing an awesome work…thank you..!
Mayank, stop this poverty pornography. And if you really care for them, give away your laptop and do something real thing for them.
Thank you for making the invisible in our midst visible, and telling their story.
inspiration …several people just lost hopes in life becoz of minor failures and this is a story about a failure for whom everything is a success
To Anonymous…Mayank never claims to want to inspire charity, nor does he take pictures as exposes. He's doing far more for the poor in helping viewers of his blog (many of whom are probably fortunate Delhiwallas themselves) see them as individuals with hopes and dreams. That's far more important for long-term social change than someone giving away their laptop.
Allah took away my two arms and gave me a thousand hands.and i dont really know how to react to anon.
I am just curious as to what you think this will achieve. Before being a journalist, aren't you human? Did it ever occur to you that even a man as spirited as he might not like to be pitied and objectified on a website. Moreover, did you even fully explain the implications of being photographed and interviewed to him ? Sometimes, it's better to be an actor rather than a chronicler.
ssssssssssssssooooooooochnaa pade gaa ab to.GUD GUd
Mayank, just a curious question for you ….. do you excercise Informed Consent" as an ethical practice with the subjects of your stories?
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