While the selfish ones swim in the sleazy dirt, sincere friends sail on great seas— asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon in this friendship poem
My Poetic Buraq
The Love-afflicted Pen can write about the Beloved alone. It will only frown away if asked to praise any other— admits Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Lord’s Existence
It is inevitable for Allah to exist as no one else could create a magnificent creation like the Holy Prophet— asserts Jaihoon
The ‘Old Lady’ Merchant
The stones under her feet are worth more than the pearls on paradise’ shore, writes Jaihoon in a tribute to Lady Khadijah, the wife of Prophet
My Creed
The only proof for our belief in the hereafter is that they were told by the Trustworthy Beloved— insists Jaihoon.