Jaihoon Poems

Poems by Mujeeb Jaihoon

My Business

Allah has taken upon Himself to safeguard the blessed honor of His Beloved. Humanity need not fret over it, notes Mujeeb Jaihoon

His name is Muhammad

A poetic reflection on the unparalleled love and mercy of the Prophet Muhammad, cherished by the Divine.

Why be the Convict and Victim too?

Jaihoon’s poem delves into the complexities of love, questioning its sacrifices and inevitable betrayals in a rhythmic cascade of inquiries.

Soul’s Perfume

The Love of Mustafa is the fragrance for the soul while the heart finds joy tied to the knot of his desire, writes Mujeeb 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

Spring has not arrived since then

Ever since the parting of the Spiritual friend, the poet lives a false life while damned to the edge of near-death state

Blood in the River

Jaihoon’s poem on a dream visit to the house of Ayesha Siddiqa (ra) and her advice to the Modern World

Nucleus Of Existence

Though we suffer from the lack of actions and weakness of faith, we cannot shy from declaring our love for the Beloved, writes Jaihoon.

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