Not a Scar

Destiny may allow the demolition of Ka’aba in the last days. But even in those chaotic times, Medina’s Palace will be safe— writes Jaihoon.

Mysteries of a Love-soaked Heart

Wine fell unconscious and the Cup shattered into pieces as the Rose smiled blushing when a Lover lingered at Medina- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon

My Slogan, My Revolution

Nightingales, roses, and moons whisper the secrets of love and devotion- in this mystical love poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon

Motherland of Love

We cherish our dearest ones during moments of ecstatic joy, just as the Holy Prophet remembered us in Miraj, writes Jaihoon

My Creed

The only proof for our belief in the hereafter is that they were told by the Trustworthy Beloved— insists Jaihoon.

My Business

Allah has taken upon Himself to safeguard the blessed honor of His Beloved. Humanity need not fret over it, notes Mujeeb Jaihoon

My Poetic Buraq

The Love-afflicted Pen can write about the Beloved alone. It will only frown away if asked to praise any other— admits Mujeeb Jaihoon

My Logic Prostrated

Lovers become incapable of logical reasoning, while turning unusually proud assuming they own the greatest wealth in the world.