My Creed
The only proof for our belief in the hereafter is that they were told by the Trustworthy Beloved— insists Jaihoon.
Metaphysic
My Reason’s Lighthouse
The Holy Prophet is the shepherd of our emotion and the Lighthouse of our Reason in a myriad world of distractions.
The Majestic Mirror
Truth borrows its hue from the Beloved Meem, who is the absolute testimonial for Reality, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
My Slogan, My Revolution
Nightingales, roses, and moons whisper the secrets of love and devotion- in this mystical love poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon
Forgive me, only You can!
Even Ridwan may wonder how this sinner would enter the heaven’s doors into the world of hoors— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Know Thy Beloved
The poet entreats Abu Bakr as-Siddiq in a dream, seeking the secret behind his highest rank in belief and the companionship with the Beloved.
Bless not, if You are not
The slave is not comfortable with the blessings if they are diverting his heart from the Giver
My Logic Prostrated
Lovers become incapable of logical reasoning, while turning unusually proud assuming they own the greatest wealth in the world.
To HIM Begin Your Walk
In a spiritual dream, Hallaj says Allah is merciful to all irrespective whether the slave remembers Him or not—writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Pain is Shy
In the return of their soul to the Beloved, lovers rediscover their true nature and their pain hesitates in the embrace of the dear one.