Foreign. Frozen. Forsaken
London’s true beauty lie not in its landmarks, but in the humanity of its people in support of the frozen and forsaken refugee children
London’s true beauty lie not in its landmarks, but in the humanity of its people in support of the frozen and forsaken refugee children
Telling tale of a travel to the Land of Saint Nino and King Tamara.
There was a faint light in the horizon ready to fade any moment. I prayed that Tavanoor continue to be blessed with the light of peace and beauty, love and serenity.
A large part of Islamic knowledgebase is a product of beloved scholars’ journeys and travels, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
What would it be like to set foot on that timeless soil where Past and Present played hide and seek from the other? My head lectured on the impossibilities even as my heart whispered about the possibilities. And I knew Truth would finally triumph even if Falsehood would stage its deceptive dance to snare my dream. Heart got its due, but after patiently knocking for more than ten years at Destiny’s doors.
What would it be like to set foot on that timeless soil where Past and Present played hide and seek from the other? Mujeeb Jaihoon writes on the unheard experiences in NorthWest China.
With the Two Bs, Baber and Bukhari, I had to acknowledge the Uzbek contribution to my creed and country… Jaihoon’s @ Uzbekistan, Oct 2014
When I reached home, the meter read 3000km since I left my doorstep. Content beyond any count, I was out of words
I was fortunate enough to have a weekend vent to the weeklong suffocation of tasteless routine.