Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab’sheart once felt for the Beloved— writes Jaihoon
Poison will, at times,
Desire to become honey.
Rock may wither,
Like water, shiver.
Jackals too may cry;
Like sheep, they shy.
Even Bu Lahab,
The accursed, once felt
For Bin Abdullah,
His heart melt.
This sinner too craved once,
As with Mustafa’s love, his soul danced.
Sep 28 2022. Rabi Al-Awwal 2, 1444
Angel Jibreel grapples with a reverent awe as he readies to bring the divine Revelation down to Mount Hira for
A poetic contrast between Sinai and Sidra, exploring how intellect stops where divine love transcends into a wordless world.
The real blessing is the privilege of being able to address the Divine in the first place, and knowing He
Love has only one adamant clause: loyalty to the ultimate Beloved, even if it requires the betrayal of human intellect,