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Resilience

4/12/2025

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​'Our story didn't begin in chains'
Brother Malcolm reminded.
Remember when we were free to just be?
Be comfortable in the skin we're in? 
Where our chests were just as expansive as baobab trees?
Where free traders and dusty foot philosophers
threaded red earth paths of knowledge 
Seeking the truths we hold?
Even held on to across the Seas?
Where village aunties kept up tradition
In colorful head scarves made educated guesses
That healing was never done in isolation
and understood that womanhood was the best hood to live in?
Where children's classrooms were filled with wooden writing boards 
Not only blackboards 
To illustrate the long history of Islam and literacy in Africa?
As lessons completed, boards were washed clean for reuse
And the ink of young scholars flowed through the Savannah?
Where the Sheikh and the mureed convened
under the shade of palms from the heated sun beams
sitting knees bent dripped in clothes without seams?

Knowledge is a garden, if it isn't cultivated, you can't harvest it, 
the proverb says.
Remember when they had us cultivating and harvesting everything else but
 in foreign, unwelcoming places and in cruel and unusual ways?
'But my hand was made strong by the hand of the Almighty'
Brother Bob put forward 
​And as we forward in this generation triumphantly 
'We are going to emancipate ourselves from mental slavery
because while others might free the body, none but ourselves can free the mind '
A lion name Marcus Mosiah authored
 So free your mind and be unconfined.

Go ahead and tell your story
Freely, in all your strength and glory
The mind is a terrible thing to waste they said
so don't waste time with those unworthy. 
Know your worth and charge taxes on every gem you drop
Pick up where the ancestors left off and don't you stop.
You are Black history and future in the making 
Through the joy and the pain 
Your spirit is steady manifesting 
The plant that God favours grows even without rain
​
Resilience is a blessing

Written by Zaakirah Rose
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Home: A Short Tale

2/1/2025

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Photo by Sherard Campbell on Unsplash
Looking at the remnants of my great grandmother’s home (or, as we called her, Mama or ‘Grand Dame’ to you)—it was here I learnt Prophet Elijah came to visit, ghosts and evil spirits get revenge and grief turns into song between Nova’s knees singing of burials while braiding hair.

Here was my first experience of death and that buildings could sway to negro spirituals that grip the soul. Of where insanity and family charity intertwined. The place where generations grew under poverty’s roof. One cent candies and possessed snakes came from the neighbour's house.

Imprinted forever upon little Nikkie’s soul: Mama’s lap and watchful gaze rocking on the porch, a hard black woman turned soft with babies placed in her care.



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The Pigeon Man of Damascus

1/15/2025

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Photograph via Daniel Demeter
The brilliant blue skies above the ancient city of Damascus are suddenly filled with small black dots moving in formation, left to right, in circles or in waves.

​It was a hypnotic sight that I would watch like a TV show in the late afternoon from my apartment window. The pigeon coop was on the rooftop of the apartment building across from the beautiful 13th century Mosque of Muzaffar, commonly known as Jami' al-Hanabila. The ancient white minaret adorned the brilliant blue Damascus sky and as that bright sunlight hit the white stone, the effect was transcendent. 

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Traversing the Realms - A Symposium

10/20/2019

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Join Sakina Literary Society at a ladies only symposium with Ustadha Shehnaz Karim of Sanad Collective exploring the unseen. Make sure to bring a friend and RSVP!
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Pearls of Islam - A Performance at the Concert of Hope

8/1/2019

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Sakinah Lenoir & Rabiah Abdullah
The Pearls of Islam are an acoustic dynamic duo born and bred in London. Their parents are converts of African Caribbean Heritage. Growing up in a convert family the Pearls were always exposed to many different types of Music from reggae to rhythm and blues to classical to traditional qasidas.

It was their parents passion and love that encouraged them to use their voices for the love of the Prophet Muhammed (
صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ) and their deen. As children they were always encouraged to sing on stage and perform their own poetry this eventually led to Pearls of Islam officially being established in 2005 under the management of Mecca 2 Medina. Since then, inspired and moved by their family and their Shaykh the Pearls have continue to express themselves through the use of their music and nasheeds.

The Pearls perform a mixture of nasheeds, rap, poetry and spoken word accompanied with the Djembe, Daff, Darbouk and Guitar.

They have been blessed to perform and take their music all over Europe from the Netherlands, Switzerland, Germany, Norway and perform to all audiences.

Their varied work captures the attention of all types of audiences, non Muslim and Muslim alike. The Nasheeds which the ladies perform are in both English and Arabic and written with enthusiasm and love. Each piece has been worked on individually and expresses the love for Allah (
سُبْحَانَهُ وَ تَعَالَى), His religion, His beloved Prophet Muhammad (صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ), life and of course their spiritual teacher, Shaykh Muhammad Nazim. Their music emphasizes spreading the love of Rasululah (صَلَّى اللّٰهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ) and the love of Haq (truth) in their hearts and others. (via Facebook)
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Discussion: "A woman's greatest enemy? A lack of time to themselves", by Brigid Schulte

7/22/2019

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For our fourth monthly meeting, Sakina's members will be discussing the following article.
​Comment below and tell us what you think! Do you agree? Disagree? Does she have  valid point or do you think the situation is more nuanced than this?
​A few months ago, as I struggled to carve out time in my crowded days for writing, a colleague suggested I read a book about the daily rituals of great artists. But instead of offering me the inspiration I’d hoped for, what struck me most about these creative geniuses – mostly men – was not their schedules and daily routines, but those of the women in their lives.

Their wives protected them from interruptions; their housekeepers and maids brought them breakfast and coffee at odd hours; their nannies kept their children out of their hair. Martha Freud not only laid out Sigmund’s clothes every morning, she even put the toothpaste on his toothbrush. Marcel Proust’s housekeeper, Celeste, not only brought him his daily coffee, croissants, newspapers and mail on a silver tray, but was always on hand whenever he wanted to chat, sometimes for hours. Some women are mentioned only for what they put up with, like Karl Marx’s wife – unnamed in the book – who lived in squalor with the surviving three of their six children while he spent his days writing at the British Museum.

Gustav Mahler married a promising young composer named Alma, then forbade her from composing, saying there could be only one in the family. Instead, she was expected to keep the house utterly silent for him. After his midday swim, he’d whistle for Alma to join him on long, silent walks while he composed in his head. She’d sit for hours on a branch or in the grass, not daring to disturb him. “There’s such a struggle going on in me!” Alma wrote in her diary. “And a miserable longing for someone who thinks OF ME, who helps me to find MYSELF! I’ve sunk to the level of a housekeeper!"
read the full article here!
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Deliberations on current events...

6/29/2019

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"Fair is foul, and foul is fair / Hover through the fog and filthy air. . ."  | "Double double, toil and trouble." (Macbeth)
Moral ambiguity, seeking to inflict trouble on the mortals around them. 

The wayward sisters of Macbeth. They who insinuate and suggest, working for the downfall of the kingdom and not just Macbeth, who is merely a pawn in the larger picture.

Ambition, arrogance and greed destroys Macbeth and his wife. It is a choice the would-be king made that Banquo did not.
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Fellowship Feature - Meeting with Mountains by Peter Saunders

6/25/2019

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by Peter Sanders
A culmination of 45 years of a spiritual journey photographing saints of Islam across the world and decades.
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Fellowship Feature - The Black Stone by Baraka Blue

6/25/2019

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by Baraka Blue
(posted with his permission)
Last night I kissed the Black Stone
And, the Black Stone, kissed me back
And all the other loves I thought I had
They fade to black

The temptress disappears
At the arrival of true love
Lusts have all been banished
All has vanished but the one


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Historical Spotlight - Sakina bint Al-Husayn

6/21/2019

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She is Amina, the daughter of al-Husayn, the son of Ali, the son of Abu Taleb (may Allah be pleased with them all). Her mother is Rabab Bint Umri’ al-Qays, the son of Adiyy, the son of Aws, the master of Banu Kalb.

She was born in 47 AH and was named after her grandmother, the Prophet’s ﷺ mother. Her mother, Rabab, nicknamed her Sakina because she was a source peace and comfort to all her family members due to her merriness and liveliness. It was said that her father, Imam Husayn said about her:

"By my life, I love the house wherein Sakina and Rabab live. I love her and for her would all my fortune sacrifice, without blame."
Lady Sakina’s merriness and elegance did not preclude her from her devotion to Allah which sometimes reached a degree of complete occupation with worship. When al-Hasan al-Muthanna, her paternal cousin, asked for her hand in marriage, her father told him, “I have chosen Fatima for you. She is the most from among my daughters to resemble my mother, Fatima. But Sakina is mostly engrossed in her devotion and worship of Allah.”

Lady Sakina accompanied her paternal aunt, Lady Zaynab, to Egypt. The majority of the narrators and historians unanimously agree that Lady Sakina married three times: first to Mus’ab ibn al-Zubayr, followed by Abdullah ibn Uthman ibn Abdullah, and then Zayd ibn Amr ibn Uthman ibn Affan.

If the West may boast about the salonieres of the 18th century, the Arabs would be speechless with wonder at the salons held by Muslim women in al-Andalus which predated the western salons by centuries. The salons of Walada Bint al-Mustakfy in the eleventh century CE were a gathering for scholars, poets, artists, and writers. al-Walada’s salons were not the first in Islam.

​In the first century after the Prophet’s ﷺ emigration, the women of al-Medina al-Munawarra hosted salons and the first to institute them was Lady Sakina. Later, the women of Quraysh emulated the practice.


Lady Sakina’s salons were distinguished with refined literature, profound knowledge, and fine poetry. Many were the poets stood at her door seeking her permission to recite their poetry to her. These included al-Farazdak, Jarir, Jamil, and Katheer who, during the pilgrimage season, agreed together to attend Lady Sakina’s salon so she would judge who the best poet from among them was. Each recited his poem to her from behind a screen.

She died in 117 AH. ​
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