Justice remains a persecuted prisoner in the paradoxical world of the rich and powerful— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Martyr-Bride
Dreams cried, Nightmare laughed. Cup smashed, Wine spilled— Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poetic dissent against the civilian deaths in the Yemen conflict.
Shy Not to Ask the Giving King
On a Night when the benefactor is ready to shower boundless mercy, how can we stay silent and refrain from seeking it?— wonders Jaihoon
re:CALL
Honoring the plea from sincere critics to occasionally forsake the logical cave and return to the spiritual delight.
Smiles Over Guns
Dedicated to Abdul Halim Attar, a Palestinian refugee who sold pens on Beirut streets, while carrying his daughter Reem on his shoulders