To Be Heard: The Ultimate Prize
The real blessing is the privilege of being able to address the Divine in the first place, and knowing He
There’s something about
Your Beloved’s name;
A mention, and my soul
Loses its body-tame.
The very sound of it,
Like the monsoon rain
For those wandering in thirst,
Damned in the sinful famine.
It inspires in the disheartened
A compassionate ray of hope;
And for those who in despair cried,
Their tears begin to stop.
Did You not call him
The ‘Mercy to the Worlds’?
And I very well know
These are not hollow words.
His very mention:
An adorable melody
For our sleepless souls,
Crying for a remedy.
Oh! Is he not
The sole reason why
Other bodies see
The Earth with envy?
How many hundreds
Of years have passed?
Yet none’s praise,
Like his, has surpassed.
O Allah! Praise to You
For the Hijazi Rasool;
For his thoughts kindle
The love-fire within my soul.
13th June 2003. Edit 2026
Mujeeb Jaihoon explores themes of universal love,
deeply embedded in a disruptive spiritual worldview.
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,
Masking their soul-shine behind ordinary forms, God’s lovers wait for the dust to settle to rejoice alone—writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
True faith demands sacrificing intellectual pride and forfeiting logic.