The I of the Beholder
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
I have been asking Thee
Since I opened my infant eye
For favours big and small
Of creed and world
I continue to ask Thee
Without shame or shy
Here I stand to lift my hands
On my Mount of Mistakes
By virtue of what I seek
Forgive the way I ask
Hoping in Your eternal grace
In Your Mercy I am set ablaze
I beg for Meem’s love
Though I deserve less.
March 05 2026
Mujeeb Jaihoon explores themes of universal love,
deeply embedded in a disruptive spiritual worldview.
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.
A blistering critique of moral decay in the society’s elites, and the ultimate certainty of divine or moral justice.