Bystanders cannot blame Medina’s lover who became proud and possessive as he stood closer to the air that danced around Meem, writes Jaihoon.
How could I be
Not selfish,
As Meem burned
In my heart’s niche?
How could I be
Not proud,
As I cherished
Heaven’s Beloved?
How could I be
Not possessive,
As I held dear
The Love-Hive?
I felt like a king,
Nay, even higher,
As I stood close to
The Hero of the Twin Worlds.
Praise be to
The Most Generous—
A loathsome sinner
Granted this chance
To bathe in gold,
To juggle with gems,
To inhale the air
Dancing around Meem.
My soul shall aspire
For nothing more—
Not even Paradise
Beyond this ‘Garden’.
May 09 2022. Shawwal 08, 1443.
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SubhanAllah!! May the divinity deeply embedded in your heart & words, inspire everybody around you, Sir. Hats off to you MashaAllah–