The I of the Beholder
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Of nil worth
Be my life,
If not for Meem
My love be rife.
What bliss would
Raise my humble deeds,
If by Meem’s Ways
I fail to heed?
‘His thoughts are
As the soul for our clay;
Appreciating him is
Binding on the Community.’
When to His House
With the right foot we enter,
And pray for the doors
Of His Mercy to be ajar,
Assume not
His gates to be opened
Until blessings upon
The Beloved are conveyed.
Allahumma salli ala habeebina Muhammad
Who in the world is so loved?
Allahumma salli ala sayyidna Muhammad
Who in the world is so followed?
Allahumma salli ala Maulana Muhammad
Who in the world is so remembered?
O Most High!
With these noble words,
I humbly implore:
To raise my soul
Above the body’s desire.
14 Feb 2003. Edit 2026
Mujeeb Jaihoon explores themes of universal love,
deeply embedded in a disruptive spiritual worldview.
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in
Jaihoon explores the mystical paradox of the ageless, vibrant soul trapped within the decaying cage of mortality.
Fading stars require long waits. Yet, the Beloved of God transcends time, knowing your name before you even speak.