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 most— suggests the reckless Jaihoon.
Medina Poems
Dare of the Love-Drunk
Drunkards and drug addicts have no clue about the intoxicating state of Prophetic Love, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
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 to approach the Beloved.
Sunna-some is greater Sufism
In the age of mega indulgence, adoption of Prophetic etiquettes is both the shortest, and sweetest, way to attain higher spiritual progress.
Spring the First
As the kite for the wind and farmers for the monsoon, the Heart waits for the holy month of Rabiul Awwal to celebrate.
Unyoked
To save the heart from death-blood, it is inevitable to unyoke from the comforts and soak in the Beloved’s longing— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Liberating the Love-Lava
Mujeeb Jaihoon dedicates to the Holy Prophet this magnificent mystical poem full of brilliant imageries and metaphors.
Rabiul Awwal : Cure for Spiritual Amnesia
Merits & melodies of Milad celebrations across the Muslim world.
Every Love has a Secret
Allah does not expect ants to carry mountains. Nor the weakling humans to understand the secret of Miraj— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon