The Haven of Hope

In an age of demonic deceit, Love, beauty and truth have fled to take shelter in the city of the Beloved, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.

I passed by the Tavern:
Wine missing, unknown.

I passed by the Heart:
Love gone, not a beat.

The tree of Beauty:
Barren, empty.

The sword of Truth:
Unfound in the sheath.

I asked the Lord in a prayer,
Came the reply in a whisper:

They have sought asylum
In the blessed city of Meem.

Aug 18 2024. Hanoi, Vietnam. (Safar 14, 1446)