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Nawazuddin Siddiqui's Brother Booked In UP For 'Offensive' Facebook Post

Ayazuddin Siddiqui has refuted all claims.
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In the latest case of people being arrested for posting content on Facebook, actor Nawazuddin Siddiqui's brother, Ayazuddin, has been booked for an 'objectionable' post on Facebook.

Denying the allegations, Ayazuddin told ANI that he noticed the objectionable picture of "shiv ji maharaj" on his page and then posted a comment saying images that hurt people's sentiments should not be posted. However, he was booked by the cops and not the actual person who shared the image.

The FIR against Ayazuddin has been filed by Bharat Thakur who, according to NDTV, is an activist with the Hindu Yuva Vahini wing of Muzaffarnagar. The police, who registered the case under section 153A of the IPC, are currently investigating the source device from which the picture was posted.

"The FIR was registered on the complaint given to us. I saw the post and all Ayazuddin had done was posted a sensible comment on a post that was against a religious community. However he posted the comment with an objectionable photo and that came into the notice of the complainants," The Indian Express quoted Budhana circle officer (CO), Hari Ram Yadav, as saying.

In the past, Nawazuddin Siddiqui and his brother were stopped from participating in the Ramlila in 2016 by Shiv Sena members. Ironically, Siddiqui will be soon seen playing Sena supremo Bal Thackeray in his official biopic, directed by Sanjay Raut.

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