Great Bigots Think Alike: Indian Muslima to the Establishment
>Mujeeb Jaihoon on Indian Muslim woman’s response to her self-proclaimed patrons who exploit her pain and pride for their selfish motives.
Hence: the Beloved
Just as the moon beautifies the sky, the Beloved Meem completes the joy, beauty and meaning of this world— writes Jaihoon
Heaven’s Echo of Lover’s Whispers
Love is a divine gift, and those who cherish it should never presume it’s irrevocable.
His Nearness: Our Paradise
The true lovers of Allah worship Him for His sake and He alone remains their joy and ache, admonishes Rabia Basri in a spiritual dream
Homecoming
Jaihoon’s poetic gift recited at the Rawdha Shareef unleashing the fire and desire of infinite longing to gain the love of Beloved Prophet
How can you buy Light in the Market of Darkness?
Searching for God in the indulgent world is as foolish as looking for a Rose in middle of the desert, suggests the Delhi Sage – by Jaihoon
His Abode, My Source Code
Mujeeb Jaihoon admits that he’s a lifeless rock until the Divine rain creeps in and then the spring of poetry flows for others to quench.
Hence, Medina
Jaihoon’s poem seeking solace and spiritual renewal in the city sanctified by the Prophet’s (PBUH) presence.
How could I love you not?
Mujeeb Jaihoon intricately weaves together expressions of profound love and gratitude, capturing the essence of romance.
From Funeral to Festival: The Murmur of Meem
Six forlorn friends convened at an Orchard to share their woes of Solitude. Just then a Seventh one appeared turning the funeral to festival.