From Funeral to Festival: The Murmur of Meem

Six forlorn friends convened at an Orchard to share their woes of Solitude. Just then a Seventh one…

The Scent of Civilization

The coming of the Holy Prophet perfumed humanity with compassion and knowledge bringing smiles on…

Had it not been for your Name

Had it not been for the name of the Beloved, humanity could never claim their cultural ethos––…

Love Lingers at Your Doorstep

We wander in wilderness hunting for Love only to discover that Love is lingering at the doorstep of…

Medina: Beauty Blushed. Dream Sighed

Beauty, dream and fragrance get eclipsed when shines the Full Moon of Medina, eulogizes Mujeeb…

A Throne in Paradise, the Least I Could Ask

Paradise is the least a lover can demand in the name of the Beloved whom the Almighty endears the…

Dare of the Love-Drunk

Drunkards and drug addicts have no clue about the intoxicating state of Prophetic Love, writes…

Love-Lap Holier than Martyr-field

The Lap of Love is holier than the Martyr-field or the prayer-mat, or so claims Mujeeb Jaihoon

Becca of My Being

Our dark eyes & filthy hearts unqualify us to claim the Beloved's love. In spite, a poetic attempt…

Sunna-some is greater Sufism

In the age of mega indulgence, adoption of Prophetic etiquettes is both the shortest, and sweetest,…

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