The First Time
e it from the moth to the flame or the cup to the wine, the first time is indeed the
e it from the moth to the flame or the cup to the wine, the first time is indeed the
Ever since they climbed the mount of Meem’s love, the lovers became strangers to themselves— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
A seeker does not need the boat or the bridge to cross the turbulent river of Love, says Khidr, the
Jaihoon invokes the spirit of Rumi to seek an answer for the voluntary, not obligatory, nature of the greetings said
Destiny may allow the demolition of Ka’aba in the last days. But even in those chaotic times, Medina’s Palace will
Jaihoon’s poetic gift recited at the Rawdha Shareef unleashing the fire and desire of infinite longing to gain the love
Angel Ridwan’s eagerly yearns for the Beloved’s arrival to unlock Paradise’ gate and begin the celebration of eternal serenity, writes
The Love-afflicted Pen can write about the Beloved alone. It will only frown away if asked to praise any other—
It is inevitable for Allah to exist as no one else could create a magnificent creation like the Holy Prophet—
The only proof for our belief in the hereafter is that they were told by the Trustworthy Beloved— insists Jaihoon.