Journey Ahead. Destination Behind.
Seekers, who dispassionately leave the shrine of the Beloved, abandon their heartbeat behind. Mujeeb Jaihoon’s tribute to those halfhearted pilgrims.
Divine Discourse
The Night of Gold Hunt
Mujeeb Jaihoon hails the frenzied seekers in alphabetical fashion to boldly invoke the Divine blessings of the ‘Power of Night’.
Utterly. Insanely.
Jaihoon’s word of caution to mystic lovers not to consume their drink all at once
My Lunacy. My Ecstasy
Spiritual madness is tons better than materialistic sanity— insists Mujeeb Jaihoon
Bless not, if You are not
The slave is not comfortable with the blessings if they are diverting his heart from the Giver
Forgive me, only You can!
Even Ridwan may wonder how this sinner would enter the heaven’s doors into the world of hoors— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
To HIM Begin Your Walk
In a spiritual dream, Hallaj says Allah is merciful to all irrespective whether the slave remembers Him or not—writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
A Harvest with no grain
While the believers are reaping infinite rewards in the Holy Month, the poet laments he hasn’t earned a grain in the devout harvest
I am late, Your Mercy so early
We may be forgetful of the Lord, but He will never abandon us and as we remain the dark night, His light shows us the way, writes Jaihoon
His Nearness: Our Paradise
The true lovers of Allah worship Him for His sake and He alone remains their joy and ache, admonishes Rabia Basri in a spiritual dream