I Leave My Heart Behind

The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the heavenly hive of Meem

How Do Lovers Find Time To Fight?

Given the inevitability of death, Mujeeb Jaihoon contemplates the irony of lovers squabbling with one another in their short life span.

I have heard much about Your Mercy

The poet pleads to His Lord knowing well that even if he fails non-stop, the Most Merciful will never withhold His grace upon the sinners

His Friends: Between Two Lies

Genuine friends of Allah keep their devotion hidden, unlike fake godmen who seek recognition, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon

Hail the Beloved

The love for Beloved Meem is the the beat of our hearts, the pleasure of our veins, the vision of our eyes and music to our ears.

His name is Muhammad

A poetic reflection on the unparalleled love and mercy of the Prophet Muhammad, cherished by the Divine.

Had it not been for your Name

Had it not been for the name of the Beloved, humanity could never claim their cultural ethos–– argues Jaihoon in this eulogy of Holy Prophet

Heed to My Rant and Want

In a desperate cry to the Lord, invoking the name of the Beloved who taught humanity the art of calling upon the Creator.

Henna of a HIM-Aligned Heart

The love-henna designed hearts of God are aligned towards Him, despite the lures of this deceptive world, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon