Angels Will Envy Your Crown
We are not worth a penny on our own. But if crowned with the servitude of Allah, we become the envy of His Angels.
– suggests Mujeeb Jaihoon
And then, Sorry
They first demonize the victims. And then murder and molest. Finally, they say sorry, leaving the victims in a state of painful humiliation.
And Beyond
The Beloved Prophet means everything to us which we can ever depict in our known human language, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Aporetic. Accursed: The Abyss of the Indian Musalman
On the political otherization of Indian Muslims from the Nation’s mainstream politics. A Political poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon
Angel Ridwan and My Eid-lantern
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s verses capture the joy of angelic celebration as they rejoiced in celestial stillness on the Night of Ascension.
A Third of Triple
Indian Muslim woman’s appeal to mob lynching thugs post the Triple Talaq verdict
A Plea for Dua
Jaihoon seeks prayers for Syed Abul Hasan Ali Nadwi, who helped to reconcile the chaotic world of Islamic reformation.
Al Quds To Rest of Muslim World: Lord have Mercy on your Cowardice
Despite the atrocities of the Israeli forces on Palestinians, the neighboring world maintains a deafening silence justified only by cowardice
A Candle to Kindle
An enduring friend promises new beginnings, even in the face of adversity, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
A Harvest with no grain
While the believers are reaping infinite rewards in the Holy Month, the poet laments he hasn’t earned a grain in the devout harvest