We submit our faults in HIS presence from whom there is nothing to hide as we stand silent like a bride- Jaihoon on pleading to the Lord
When You hear my prayer !
The servant becomes ecstatic when Lord answers the slave’s plea. But the joy of fulfilment is incomplete without gratitude- insists Jaihoon.
Didn’t You like my tears, my prayers ?
When we are left without a guide in our solitary ride to confide, we turn to our Creator for solace- Jaihoon on the passionate Ramadan prayers
With Every Tear He is Familiar
Allah is well aware of the warmth of every tear that flows down the cheeks of His hopeful servant- asserts Jaihoon in this devotional poem
Ya Badee’al Ajaaib: A Poem of Mayhem
Weep not for this poet nor for his blood-like plight- Jaihoon’s chaotic poem on spiritual mayhem citing anecdotes from Rabia Basri and Umar Qazi.