Had it not been for the name of the Beloved, humanity could never claim their cultural ethos–– argues Jaihoon in this eulogy of Holy Prophet
We wander in wilderness hunting for Love only to discover that Love is lingering at the doorstep of the Beloved, admits Jaihoon in an ode to the Meem
Beauty, dream and fragrance get eclipsed when shines the Full Moon of MEDINA, eulogizes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Paradise is the least a lover can demand in the name of the Beloved whom the Almighty endears the most in the entire cosmos— suggests the reckless Jaihoon
Drunkards and drug addicts have no clue about the intoxicating state of Prophetic Love. Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poetic tribute to those blessed lovers.