Medina Poems

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.

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

When Time Forgot to Pass

Miraj: For the first time since its inception, Light found a soul more faster itself— Time & Space reimagined in Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poem.

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