His Abode, My Source Code
Mujeeb Jaihoon admits that he’s a lifeless rock until the Divine rain creeps in and then the spring of poetry flows for others to quench.
2012 Poems
Curiosity in Love
Jaihoon invokes the spirit of Rumi to seek an answer for the voluntary, not obligatory, nature of the greetings said upon the Beloved of God.
Not a Scar
Destiny may allow the demolition of Ka’aba in the last days. But even in those chaotic times, Medina’s Palace will be safe— writes Jaihoon.
Prank of Blood and Bank
Oppression of Palestinians is a blot on our civilized times even as the thirst of the blood-thirsty Gog-Magogs goes on- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Beyond the Beloved
The glory of the Creator can alone transcend the greatness of His Beloved Prophet— admits Jaihoon while returning from the tomb of al-Busiri.
The Scent of Civilization
The coming of the Holy Prophet perfumed humanity with compassion and knowledge bringing smiles on the faces of the oppressed and weak.