Mujeeb Jaihoon

The Fiddling Juggler

We turn to verses to mask our suffering when silenced by the regressive System— poetizes Mujeeb Jaihoon.

Abused,
Ambushed,
Afflicted,
Ashamed.

Banished,
Belittled,
Betrayed,
Besieged.

Our miseries know no limits;
Our wounds have no names.

A bunch of losers we are,
Entangled in sins we are.
Our state is beyond pity;
Even devils scorn our tears.

A thousand shames we bear,
Yet a single good we endear:
The love of His Beloved
We cherish in times embattled.

May He protect us in Meem’s shade,
Whose light never shadow made.

Those who know my pain, know;
Those who hear my tale, hear.
I juggle my woeful, tearful tale;
I fiddle pain through poetic veil.

Thu, Sep 11, 2025 | Rabi al-Awwal 19, 1447

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