The Maverick Dervish (Anthology)

My Lunacy. My Ecstasy

Spiritual madness is tons better than materialistic sanity— insists Mujeeb Jaihoon

Bless not, if You are not

The slave is not comfortable with the blessings if they are diverting his heart from the Giver

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

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

A Harvest with no grain

While the believers are reaping infinite rewards in the Holy Month, the poet laments he hasn’t earned a grain in the devout harvest

I am late, Your Mercy so early

We may be forgetful of the Lord, but He will never abandon us and as we remain the dark night, His light shows us the way, writes Jaihoon

His Nearness: Our Paradise

The true lovers of Allah worship Him for His sake and He alone remains their joy and ache, admonishes Rabia Basri in a spiritual dream

Spring has not arrived since then

Ever since the parting of the Spiritual friend, the poet lives a false life while damned to the edge of near-death state

I saw a light

Although we remain soiled by the sinful dust, the sight of a devout servant of God will invoke His Love in our hearts- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon

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