No-God, maybe. Contempt of Prophet, never
We may allow atheist to debate if God ever exists. But never for a moment imagine a speck of dust to fall on the historicity of Holy Prophet
My Unseen Beloved
A heart gallops, yearning, humming the song of an unseen Beloved
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.