Zaitoon Media Institute

04/07/2022

30/06/2022

Some thousand tears after... Your countenance!

(Some) faces, that Day, will be radiant, Looking at their Lord

29/06/2022

An-Nawawi’s Hadith No.23
On the authority of Abu Malik Al-Harith ibn Asim Al-Ashari who said: The Messenger of Allah, Salla Allahu A'alayhi Wa Salam, Said: "Purity is half of faith. Alhamdulillah [all praise be to Allah] fills the scale And Subhanallah (Allah is free from imperfection) and Alhamdulillah [all praise be to Allah] fill that which is between heaven and earth. Prayer is light, charity is a proof; patience is illumination and the Qur’an is an argument for or against you. Everyone starts his day and is a vendor of his soul, either freeing it or bringing about its ruin"
Related by Muslim.

29/06/2022

I spent a thousand sleepless nights
In wait of dreams I could not find
I walked a thousand empty roads
In search of signs to bring me home
With every breath I spoke your name
And heard it rolling in the waves
Beneath a veil of ocean blue
I broke illusion from the truth

You said, walk to me and I’ll find you
Call me and I’ll show you
Hiding like a pearl for you
To heal and guide you
From deep inside you
Hiding like a pearl for you

And from the pulse beneath my skin
You called me to a source within
Where every layer revealed one more
A secret brighter than before
And at the heart there lay just one
The root of all that I’d become
I watched the surface start to break
Free of form, free of shape.

You said, walk to me and I’ll run to you
Call me and I’ll show you
Hiding like a pearl for you
To heal and guide you,
From deep inside you
Hiding like a pearl for you.
~Sami Yusuf

15/06/2022

Pay attention to the accuracy of the diction and to the correctness of the expression, pay attention to the word; the semantic field as well as the syntactic one. Every word you utter, every word you dare to write portrays and depicts you. You write a line and your face is unveiled. You write a p...

15/06/2022

Until I See You

You're the best person I've ever known, the best friend I've never met
Your sincerity to me is blinding enough to completely canvas the world around me
with drapes that read, respect, honor, focus, protect..
and leaving a window so that I can zoom in on the important things,
and yet those are the things that I forget, or neglect,..I will do better.

Your Ummah is fine, not because of me or mine, or wounds that heal with time,
those who'd die for a dollar sign, but because of promises divine,
and so when we feel that we're at our worst,
and our sadness would cause our hearts to burst,
it feels like there are times,
when there are angels within our lines.
Or maybe hovering over squares,
with chants of freedom in the air,
And though tyrants step on our necks
We smile...for history has always been on our side..
Yours is an Ummah that simply doesn't die..

I'm sorry for my weakness.
For every time I've been ashamed of your name, and asked someone to call me Mo,
For not knowing enough about you to defend you when they drew cartoons, or accused you with
the most heinous of accusations..
For not getting over my distaste of reading and waiting for hollywood to put you on the big
screen so I can know about you.
As if Steven Spielberg, Mel Gibson, and Johnny Depp could somehow recreate the twinkle in
your eye,or a beautiful bead of sweat as it scaffolds on your forehead, frantically fighting
gravity not wanting to fall off your body.

I keep thinking of seeing you, and wonder if you would smile at me...
the thought gives me goosebumps..

You told me to meet you at the pool, so on that day, I hope and pray
that I can see you through the crowd,
that no angels barricade me as I sprint at break neck speed,
I hope you recognize it's me.
I will crowd the companions to get access to your vision.
I will obey my thirst and quench it from your hand, so until that day I will pray...
I will stand and I will pray,
as if my feet are holding the earth from splitting.

If I make it, I cry at the thought of seeing you.
For I know the words that I used to read out of all too thin pages,
will do no justice, to your face, your scent, your touch, your voice.
My Messenger of Allah has always existed between the curves and dots of the
Arabic alphabet, So Muhammad ibn Abdillah in 3D and whatever other dimensions the hereafter
brings with it, will be an overboard of senses.
I will fall in love with your shadow,
and will tell Ali that his description did not do justice,
and tell my mother Aisha, that we heard her story of how you passed away between her chin and
her chest,
over and over and over again,
and it made us cry every single time.
For there was no disaster that we suffered more
than what we suffered before our souls merged with flesh,
of entering an Earth that was without you,
Does the sky even recognize us anymore..
And I will sit in the shade of your smile,
and ask you your story directly from your mouth,
as we sip from Salsabil, ice cold,
and would be deeply embarrassed if you asked me for mine,
Cuz I never did anything right, other than loving you
and then..if you let me, I would love..
for a hug.
©Ammar AlShukry

10/06/2022

He is not
The man
Of the year,
His name is not
On the cover of Time
Magazine.
He is not
The man
Of the year
And no;
He drove no limousine.

He is not
The man
Of the year.
His name is not
On the cover of Time
Magazine,
But He is The Man
Of a whole life time;
For all the Muslimeen.

He is not
The man
Of the year.
His name is not
On the cover of Time
Magazine,
You won’t find His picture;
On TV screen.
Yet, He dwells
In the heart of all the Moomineen.

He is not
The man
Of the year,
His name is not
On the cover of Time
Magazine.
He is not
The man
Of the year
And no;
He drove no limousine.

His name is Muhammad;
Salla Allahu A’alayhi Wa Sallam!
©Rochdi Bouille

09/06/2022

Sallamun A'alayka Ya Rasula'llah
Sallamun A'alayka Ya 'Habeeba'llah

No kali, no buddha; no dazzling sun.
Allah is our God and Allah is One!

Dirty, stupid; ill-nurtred badly combed bipeds,
Adoring blue statues with elephant heads.

They have lost their way by all odds,
They venerate three hundred and thirty gods.

They prostrate to cows, snakes and cats;
They worship monkeys, donkeys and rats.

No kali, no buddha; no dazzling sun.
Allah is our God and Allah is One!

Sallamun A'alayka Ya Rasula'llah
Sallamun A'alayka Ya 'Habeeba'llah
©Rochdi Bouille
June 8th 2022