Spring the First

As the kite for the wind and farmers for the monsoon, the Heart waits for the holy month of Rabiul…

Unyoked

To save the heart from death-blood, it is inevitable to unyoke from the comforts and soak in the…

Liberating the Love-Lava

Mujeeb Jaihoon dedicates to the Holy Prophet this magnificent mystical poem full of brilliant…

Every Love has a Secret

Allah does not expect ants to carry mountains. Nor the weakling humans to understand the secret of…

When Time Forgot to Pass

Miraj: For the first time since its inception, Light found a soul more faster itself— Time & Space…

Ishq-e-Rasool : Milad Celebrations in Arab World

Jaihoon talks about Milad Celebrations in Arab World

No-God, maybe. Contempt of Prophet, never

We may allow atheist to debate if God ever exists. But never for a moment imagine a speck of dust…

The Compassionate Descent

The glory of Mi'raj lies not only in the ascension but in the descent of our Beloved back to our…

Not Meant For All

Love and its ecstasy descend into the hearts out of God's mercy- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon in this poem…

My Poetic Buraq

The Love-afflicted Pen can write about the Beloved alone. It will only frown away if asked to…

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