The beginning and end of love lies at the feet of that same Beloved, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon.
O my
Courtyard of love,
Cradle of desire,
Sky of hope,
Star of ambition.
My zero starts
Beneath your sandals.
My zenith:
Below your feet.
I saddle up once again.
I clad my armor again:
Protect my poetic caravan,
Sharpen my maverick cannon!
Jan 18 2025
Angel Jibreel grapples with a reverent awe as he readies to bring the divine Revelation down to Mount Hira for
A poetic contrast between Sinai and Sidra, exploring how intellect stops where divine love transcends into a wordless world.
The real blessing is the privilege of being able to address the Divine in the first place, and knowing He
Love has only one adamant clause: loyalty to the ultimate Beloved, even if it requires the betrayal of human intellect,
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MashaAllah iyi yazar
To fulfil the heart of ambition;
To reach the zenith of glory;
To feel the eternal bliss;
May Allah bless us all.. May Swamy bless us all..
Thank you