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