The dynamic human experience is beyond the grids of AI-generated algorithms: Jaihoon’s poetic response to the evil of predictive modelling.
Neither left
Nor right
Neither liberal
Nor fundamental
Neither orthodox
Nor out of the box
Hey, the demons
Of divisive Algorithms
Dream not to integrate
Nor desire to segregate
Within your greedy cobweb
The hubb-harb of my sighing qalb
Oct. 20 2022 (Rabi Al-Awwal 24, 1444).
Masking their soul-shine behind ordinary forms, God’s lovers wait for the dust to settle to rejoice alone—writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
True faith demands sacrificing intellectual pride and forfeiting logic.
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in