Mujeeb Jaihoon’s verses capture the joy of angelic celebration as they rejoiced in celestial stillness on the Night of Ascension.As I lit the Eid lantern, Asked I the radiant Ridwan: “When do you celebrate, As in infinity you luxuriate?” Replied the Paradise-guard— ‘Arrested’ I became, off guard: “Our Eid dawned just once When our starry skies Danced in joy with The Meccan Orphan’s steps. That dawn no other can replace, When we, light-lings, froze To glimpse His face. Since then, we wait, As never before, for steps Like Meem’s to reappear.” Apr 15, 2025 | Shawwal 17, 1446.
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
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