Love: No Place for the Self
Love is a land of sacrifice where the selfish seed is forbidden to sow— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Love is a land of sacrifice where the selfish seed is forbidden to sow— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The bold Love may be the fault and culprit. Yet the innocent and shy Lovers are the ones accused and
A seeker does not need the boat or the bridge to cross the turbulent river of Love, says Khidr, the
Believers prefer the prison of Almighty’s fear to the freedom of their desires while wishing Him to be their thirst
Mujeeb Jaihoon admits that he’s a lifeless rock until the Divine rain creeps in and then the spring of poetry
Jaihoon invokes the spirit of Rumi to seek an answer for the voluntary, not obligatory, nature of the greetings said
Destiny may allow the demolition of Ka’aba in the last days. But even in those chaotic times, Medina’s Palace will
Oppression of Palestinians is a blot on our civilized times even as the thirst of the blood-thirsty Gog-Magogs goes on-
The glory of the Creator can alone transcend the greatness of His Beloved Prophet— admits Jaihoon while returning from the
The coming of the Holy Prophet perfumed humanity with compassion and knowledge bringing smiles on the faces of the oppressed
From magic potion to passion to poison, Love comes in different names and forms— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Love-afflicted Pen can write about the Beloved alone. It will only frown away if asked to praise any other—
It is inevitable for Allah to exist as no one else could create a magnificent creation like the Holy Prophet—
While anyone can incite violence and destroy homes, it takes courage and nobility to uphold peace and sanity.
Great souls, despite disappearing from our sight, keep riding on memory lane, gifting relief for our daily worries— Mujeeb Jaihoon
To love like Imam Hussein means generously sharing the Truth-hive’s sweetness, spreading its essence to all, even enemies, writes Jaihoon