Mujeeb Jaihoon admits that he’s a lifeless rock until the Divine rain creeps in and then the spring of poetry flows for others to quench.
Heed to My Rant and Want
In a desperate cry to the Lord, invoking the name of the Beloved who taught humanity the art of calling upon the Creator.
Nowhere but Him
The weak and oppressed will naturally run to the Mighty King upon whom they can rely to redress their grief— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
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.