Immodest my ambitions. Incredible my aspirations
Submit your desires and aspirations day and night to Him through the magical mantra of Alhamdulillah, and experience the power of gratitude.
Hence: the Beloved
Just as the moon beautifies the sky, the Beloved Meem completes the joy, beauty and meaning of this world— writes Jaihoon
To the Collyrium of this Cosmos
How can any resist the power of Meem’s love-arrest when every heart throngs to beat in his love— asks Mujeeb Jaihoon
Once again the Beloved Cast a Glance
The heart shivered and veins struggled when His Beloved cast a glance on the lover— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Demons of Divisive Algorithms
The dynamic human experience is beyond the grids of AI-generated algorithms: Jaihoon’s poetic response to the evil of predictive modelling.
Sell Me Cheap in the Beloved’s Market
Throw me like Yusuf into the well or even sell me cheap in the market of the Beloved, pleaded a lover unable to contain the love of Meem.
Hail the Beloved
The love for Beloved Meem is the the beat of our hearts, the pleasure of our veins, the vision of our eyes and music to our ears.
Milad Nabi: The Heyday of Womanhood
Women deserve special celebration on the Holy Prophet’s birthday whose last words were for women’s kind treatment— insists Mujeeb Jaihoon.
To the Lost Sheep in the Jungle of Beeps
A message of hope to ignite those whose hearts have turned dry and eyes unable to cry with minds lost and souls exhausted
Were you not Lost?
Were humanity not lost until the Lord guided them through mission of His Beloved, asks Mujeeb Jaihoon in an eulogy of the Holy Prophet
Rocks too May Wither with Love
Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab’sheart once felt for the Beloved— writes Jaihoon
Of Self & Smile: A Prayer
Mujeeb Jaihoon shares a prayer to those who veil their pains with the apparel of apparent joy.
The Crown of Meem-Madness
Mujeeb Jaihoon makes a final plea to bring him again to Medina so that he can set on fire those hearts that are love-poor.
I Leave My Heart Behind
The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the heavenly hive of Meem
Lovers Sleep Deep in the Desire-cave
Lovers yearn to sleep in the desire-cave of the Beloved, like the Youths and the Dog of al-Kahf, says Jami in Jaihoon’s spiritual dream.
Ch. 1 Meem: The Book of Creation
The Holy Prophet is Chapter One in the Book of Creation and the Crown of the Saga of Revelation, in whose praise the oceans will run dry.
Words Fail to Relay Lover’s Plight
Little do lovers talk in words; more so they do with tears, testifies a poetic seeker who witnessed the joyful suffering of Meem’s admirers.
Beside the Hero of Worlds Twin
Bystanders cannot blame Medina’s lover who became proud and possessive as he stood closer to the air that danced around Meem, writes Jaihoon.
How shall I Greet Your Beloved Great?
Mujeeb Jaihoon is in two minds whether to approach the Beloved Meem robed as a royal or ragged as a beggar, in these verses written at Medina.
Love Annihilates Sanity
A seeker would naturally see the shell when he comes seeking the pearl. The same applies to pilgrim of love in the quest for love of Meem.
Gifts from the Meem-Sojourn
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s response to those who enquire about what gifts has the poet brought from the land of Meem.
I Too Packed My Bag of Desires
Just as the fish can’t last long away from the ocean, the lover too has to return to his true home— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Let us March to Meem
At these dark times when we have gathered at the funeral of our humanity, the only hope is in the Beloved of God— claims Mujeeb Jaihoon.
But in Your Infinite Grace
We may be guilty on all counts before the Divine Law, but that should not stop us from seeking His Grace— asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Thus I Greet, my Heartbeat
Despite aspiring for the Beloved Meem in the sweetest and dearest of metaphors, Mujeeb Jaihoon still feels they are inadequate.
Its Ok to be Human
In this glossy era deluded with superhuman success stories, some times it is worthwhile to remain just an innocent human — writes Jaihoon
Purpose of Life
Creative souls keep hunting for the purpose of life only to realize their ‘gazelle’ shall never come to hand- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon