Love is a fruit that will blossom only after years of tears and trials, write Mujeeb Jaihoon
After a sea of tears,
And years of patience,
The beauty and charm grew
Deeper into her as I drew.
In the end,
I did humbly learn:
The love-fruit:
Worth every thorn.
Feb 29 2024 | Shaban 19, 1445
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
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.