Dawoodi Bohra ( Arabic/Urdu: داؤدی بوہرہ) is a subsect of Ismāʿīlī Shīʿa Islām. The Dawoodi Bohra trace their belief system back to Yemen, where it evolved from the Fatimid Caliphate and where they were persecuted due to their differences from mainstream Sunni Islam and Zaydi Shia Islam. This prompted the shift of Dawoodi Bohras to India. The word Bohra itself comes from the Gujarati word vehru ("trade") in reference to their traditional profession, while the term Dawoodi refers to their support for Dawood Bin Qutubshah in the 1592 leadership dispute which divided the Tayyibi sect, creating the Dawoodi Bohra.
The spiritual leader of the Dawoodi Bohra community is the Dāʿī l-Muṭlaq (Arabic: داعي المطلق "Unrestricted Missionary"), currently Mohammed Burhanuddin. The Dai serves as the earthly representative of the Imam, believed to be currently in occultation.
Dawoodi Bohras have a blend of cultures, including Yemeni, Egyptian, African, and Indian. In addition to the local languages, the Dawoodi Bohras have their own language called Lisānud-Dā‘wat ("language of the Dā‘wat") which is written in Perso-Arabic script and is derived from Urdu, Gujarati and Persian. The Dawoodi Bohra community is known worldwide for their various projects, including philanthropic efforts, hospitals, schools, and renovations and restorations of Islamic and Shi'a Islamic landmarks. They have a very small, tight-knit community made up of approximately one million adherents worldwide, with the majority of adherents residing in India. There is also a large community in Karachi, as well as a significant diaspora population in the Middle East, Europe, North America and the Far East.
Plot
After five years of being married to wealthy executive Rahul Sarin, Pooja has a secret and intimate affair with Lt. Col. Aditya Singh every Thursday, on the pretext of visiting an ailing aunt, not realizing that Rahul is aware of this; Kabir and Kaamna get high on the highway - and encounter thugs; Mini is accused of being intimate with a male just before her marriage; A husband questions his wife for trying to seduce a terrorist; After re-locating to a flat in Versova, struggling write, Sahil, falls in love with his Missouri-born attractive neighbor, Sia; After a chance encounter with Aman, Anya has second thoughts of getting married to her fiancé, amidst a confession from her dad that he loved another woman; Dino is lured by a beach nymphet with a dark secret; A Hindu Tamil-speaking Mumbai-based maternal grandma, on her way to Pune by train, has encounters with people from different religious faiths; While traveling by bus with her husband, Simran meets a male taking eleven balloons to placate his angry wife; and two Mumbai-based hit men-turned-gangsters, Baba Hyderabadi and Nawab Affi, prepare to confront each other in a power struggle.
Keywords: anthology, balloon, beach, bus, episodic, hindu, infidelity, muslim, rain, sword
Six Visionary Directors... Ten Spectacular Stories... One Cinematic Journey.
Outside the window, a great big world of gray and green
and other hues... and I can't choose
And ropes and chains, I must believe they hold me in
And I can't breath and I can't move
Outside the window, imagined misery, reality,
conformity
And if I try to face it I'd probably fall
I'd probably crawl right back inside of me
Take me to the Island Sea
There's a world outside my window pane
But I can't face the thought of rain
So let me keep it inside of me
Inside my window, I imagine I'm a man
And I am free and I am cool and I'm not me
And the needle doesn't hurt, it doesn't kill
It doesn't steal, it doesn't feel and I don't bleed
Inside my window, the desert lands and desert sands
That fall between my desert hands
Can turn to grass and waterfalls and open rooms
And summer blooms and anything
Take me to the Island Sea
There's a world outside my window pane
But I can't face the thought of rain
I'll try again some other day
But right now let me fall away
Summer wind blowing the grass on a hill
When was the last time that I stood still?
The wondering comes and goes, but it's sometimes clear
I look for the Voice that will move like the wind
I pray that I don't blow it off again
The rumbling man and my eyes have me trying not to hear
And I'm hoping there's nothing to fear
Let the truth set me free
Yesterday tries to remind me to see
Over the towers
The place I must be
The lock on the door when it opens the room with the key
I complicate matters believing in man
Forgetting to look at the misshapen plans
It points at the one thing that sometimes is easy to see
That's not always how it should be
Fascinated
Complicated
Super-Ego's been inflated
Wonder why we hide inside and die
And should we all believe a lie . . .
Sunday I went to the "Church of the Hair"
Just like the boardwalk or a big county fair
I watch the commercial and try hard to just take it in
He said, "Just believe and get anything
A red Lamborghini
A big diamond ring
Don't worry about the hungry and poor
We can pray for them"
Feels like a Saturday, feels just like anyday
Feels like a moment suspended in time
Laughter in somebody's yard, I pull the wild card
It looks like another day everything's fine
I've got a good life
I do
My friend sees differently, or maybe he doesn't see
And he digs deeper with every blind turn
On one hand he understands the other hand's the other
hand
Sometimes he tells me he wishes he'd die
But I've got a good life
I do
On one fine school day we sat in the gym
With our friends and the cheers and the team that would
I saw you over there and I pulled your long hair
And it happened for life I would make you my wife
I've got a good life
The time went by so slow today
If I can just get by some way
Well the world keeps turning, that's nothing new
But I never thought I'd be without you
Without you I'm no one at all
Your love was always there to give
I thought I needed something else to live
Now I stand amazed at how blind I've been
Just a fool on the hill once again
Summers gone, it begins to rain
Where there was love I am left with shame
And there is no one but me to blame
She builds her palace in the view of everyone
Behind the door she shares her honor with no one
Down deep she has a feeling of belief
Though the palace echoes loudly her defeat
She walks into her garden and she bends to pick a vine
And when she's finished there is nothing left behind
She's dealing mainly with the curses of her mind
She's all alone
She takes her car and goes out looking for a friend
And when she's back she can't remember where she's been
Many memories scream loudly in her ear
Walking proudly, gritting teeth, she shows no fear
She walks into the courtroom, accusations all around
Holding tightly to her pride and to her wit
And in public she is too proud to admit
There's a long dark hall with a door at the end
There's a dressed up man and he calls me friend
And a big Fat Lady stands up to the microphone
There's a colourful billboard overhead
There's a massive crowd and they all look dead
And the Fat Lady turns so we all continue home
I want to live in your house
I want to live with you some day
There's a dog that howls in my neighbor's yard
And I'm trying to think but it gets real hard
And I want to get out but there's too much on TV
And a man stands tall for the one true God
an evolution has said it's a pile of wad
Hear me plead. Hear me cry. Feel me little by little die.
See my hands. shaking as i call to you. Can not breath.
Can not stand. Cant control my shaking hands.
Cant belive. That this is real. That this is true.
And here i am. Laying here. Making heart. Float in fear.
And if i beg. Will it make you run away.
I have died. Gone to hell. Nothing left. Empty shell.
Dont understand. How did true love end up here? Dont
understand. How did true love end up here?
I am yours. I have always been. Nothing else in between.
I cant let go. I wont belive it wasnt real.
And here i am. Laying here. Making heart. Float in fear.
And if i beg. Will it make you run away?
I still belive. Leaving love. Leaving god. Leaving you.
Dont understand. How did true love end up here?
The air that blows beyond that sign upon the hill
The wind you feel just when your beating heart stands
still
Monday, Tuesday, any time within the year
The smoke that covers where the unknown will appear
I know everything
All plans and knowledge and the reason for the war
Every mark and movement in the crack upon the floor
One day, any day, the time before the dawn
All knowledge brought before and scattered on the lawn
I know everything
So weak and tired and looking for the key
Well look no further, you've just run into me
We'll walk beyond that door, well love and dance and sing
Last time I looked around, I knew everything