In order to save the heart from death-blood, it is inevitable to unyoke from the comfort-shell of kinship and get soaked in tears of Beloved’s longing.
Anchor your Ship in my Tears’ River
And then will you plead / Like never before / Beads of Tears n words will you join / Like never before
Miraj: The Glory is in the Descend, not Ascend
HE summoned the Orphan of Arabia / And placed the cosmos under his feet / Were it any Lover than He, the High / Meem be not let to return from that nigh… Jaihoon’s poem on the Ascension of the Holy Prophet
Rabiul Awwal : Cure for Spiritual Amnesia
Merits & melodies of Milad celebrations across the Muslim world.
Miraj : Every Love has a Secret
It is not My habit to ask the ants to carry the mountains / Nor do I ever command the wax to guard the flame / No fish will be forced to cross the river of fear / For, I decree only that which a soul can bear
When Time Forgot to Pass
The sight of this human form humbled me / My feet remained numb and so did my sense / Even as he traveled far and far with his angelic friend / I rested under the shade of this benevolent bewilderment . . . On Time and Space dimensions in Miraj
Ishq-e-Rasool : Milad Celebrations in Arab World
Jaihoon talks about Milad Celebrations in Arab World
No-God argument, may be. Contempt of Prophet, never : Jaihoon
We may allow atheist to debate if God ever exists. But never for a moment imagine a speck of dust to fall on the historicity of Holy Prophet
