INTOXICATING VERSES.
Metaphysic
Melody Meets Mysticism.
Jaihoon creates more than mere poetry. He crafts art with his mystic and melodious pen. He transports his readers to a world where divine bliss is the protagonist and spiritual worldviews steal the limelight.
Maverick
Age-old planet. New-age concepts.
Some say actions speak louder than words. Others use words to prove ‘them’ wrong. Words connect communities. Unlock the third eye. Words hold great power, which Jaihoon uses to captivate, innovate and intoxicate the critical reader.
Romantic
Bleeding heart. Healing inspiration.
Some say actions speak louder than words. Others use words to prove ‘them’ wrong. Words connect communities. Unlock the third eye. Words hold great power, which Jaihoon uses to captivate, innovate and intoxicate the critical reader.
INSPIRING PROSE
Critic
Joining dots. Shattering boundaries.
While the fruit of Jaihoon’s efforts are grounded in contemporary society, the roots of his passion are timeless. His heart aches for mankind. It turns figments of despair into unbreakable joy, channelizing the energy to education and women empowerment.
Iconic
Souls that aspire. Voices that inspire.
Some live and die without a trace. Others leave a trail of life-changing inspiration. Jaihoon seeks to capture the essence of the globe’s most fascinating personalities.
Aphoristic
An ongoing journey. A single mission.
It takes but one seed to plant a forest. One idea to change the world. Jaihoon seizes every opportunity and chance to ignite exponential inspiration, and viral innovation.
You normally read a page or two of the Quran. In Ramadan, you effortlessly devour several pages each night- Jaihoon’s Ramadan Podcast series
The love-stricken poet pleads with the beloved to arrive before the “Terrifying Summon.”
Love is a fruit that will blossom only after years of tears and trials, write Mujeeb Jaihoon
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s controversial take on some of the double standards prevalent in the conservative Muslim Kerala community.
From distorted values to commodified minds, this poetic critique by Mujeeb Jaihoon explore the modern societal decay.
Whispers of unmet desires and despair dance in these mystic verses by Mujeeb Jaihoon
Frustrated by global inaction to the daylight genocide in Palestine, Jaihoon demands: Who will contain the Zionist thug?
Crave, sigh, yearn, and burn in the soul’s quest for divine love.
This small handbook of creative resistance calls for action against divisive forces, writes Hussain Kodinhi, veteran journalist from Kerala.
Renew the romance of the Prophetic love as Jaihoon recites and rejoices the loving thoughts of the Beloved
‘Mantra of the Oppressed’ is a must-read for anyone who cares about the future of democracy, writes Adnan Aboobacker in Ummid.com
The Paradise lovers set their gaze on its wine, gardens and rivers. But Paradise is nurturing a different secret desire of its own to fulfill.
Mujeeb Jaihoon writes on the Sheikh Sultan’s literary efforts, highlighting his courageous embrace of human diversity with pragmatism.
Exploring the quest for a divine bond, pondering upon existence and faith, all the while yearning for mercy.
Jaihoon unveils the essence of the sublime love and devotion for the Holy Prophet in this enchanting symphony of words
Whenever life sails through bad waters, saluting the Beloved Prophet will help to calm the storm threatening our existence.
A heart yearns to be redeemed by the sacred love of Medina
In pursuit of passion’s flame, this radical lover dreads divine judgment for his all-consuming adoration.
Amidst the chaos and confusion of life, the poet grapples with his own inner demons in search of a sense of reality and sanity.
The only permanency of the Duniya is its Temporality.- and other Jaihoon’s selected tweets from 2023
Mujeeb Jaihoon converses with Christine Long, the Mississauga-based painter and book collector, about culture and spirituality
Disruptors who violently upset the status quo must come with better alternatives for their talks and actions to make any sense.
Be it the saga of Miraj or the assembly at mahshar, the Beloved Meem is always the keynote in the song of creation
The lover’s unusual visit on a cold night, forgoing sleep and rest, leaves the beloved in doubt about his intentions.
Just as the Rose can’t ignore the Nightingale forever, the Beloved too can’t un-love her lover for long, as the heart is beyond human control
The hallow and shallow modern times has turned the storm and calm equally deceptive.
The day the lover gets to meet his Beloved Meem shall be the eid of his life-career and he shall need supernal eyes to witness the beauty
Some moments are better sighed than said.- and other Jaihoon’s selected tweets from 2022
Submit your desires and aspirations day and night to Him through the magical mantra of Alhamdulillah, and experience the power of gratitude.
Just as the moon beautifies the sky, the Beloved Meem completes the joy, beauty and meaning of this world— writes Jaihoon
How can any resist the power of Meem’s love-arrest when every heart throngs to beat in his love and every pen desires to break in his praise?
The heart shivered and veins struggled when His Beloved cast a glance on the lover— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The dynamic human experience is beyond the grids of AI-generated algorithms: Jaihoon’s poetic response to the evil of predictive modelling.
Throw me like Yusuf into the well or even sell me cheap in the market of the Beloved, pleaded a lover unable to contain the love of Meem.
The love for Beloved Meem is the the beat of our hearts, the pleasure of our veins, the vision of our eyes and music to our ears.
Women deserve special celebration on the Holy Prophet’s birthday whose last words in this world was for the kind treatment of women
A message of hope to ignite those whose hearts have turned dry and eyes unable to cry with minds lost and souls exhausted
Were humanity not lost until the Lord guided them through mission of His Beloved, asks Mujeeb Jaihoon in an eulogy of the Holy Prophet
Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab’sheart once felt for the Beloved— writes Jaihoon
A true Devotee worships without questioning the purpose, driven by faith in the Creator.
e it from the moth to the flame or the cup to the wine, the first time is indeed the testing time of Love and Loyalty— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Mothers lose sleep for the child to dream while also abstaining from food so that the infant could be fed— Jaihoon’s poetic tribute to mothers
A prayer to those who veil their pains with the apparel of apparent joy.
Love is a land of sacrifice where the selfish seed is forbidden to sow— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The bold Love may be the fault and culprit. Yet the innocent and shy Lovers are the ones accused and caught— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Ever since they climbed the mount of Meem’s love, the lovers became strangers to themselves, thinking and feeling with the light of his love.
Mentors are the frontline warriors who protect society from social evils, asserts Jaihoon addressing the teachers of Red Bricks Intl School
Mujeeb Jaihoon blasts the inaction of the silent bystanders as the poor continue to be deprived of their right to life and liberty.
A seeker does not need the boat or the bridge to cross the turbulent river of Love, says Khidr, the eternal traveler, in a spiritual dream
Unlike human communications, invoking the Almighty doesn’t require technology.— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Holy prophet would not let even trees be cut unjustly in the name of religion, let alone the murder of human beings.
Mujeeb Jaihoon on the the Magnanimity of Shaykh Mohiyuddin Athipatta, the celebrated Sufi mentor of the Shadhilli order from Kerala
Believers prefer the prison of Almighty’s fear to the freedom of their desires while wishing Him to be their thirst & hunger— writes Jaihoon
The poet makes a final plea to the Almighty to bring him again and again to Medina so that he can set on fire those hearts that are love-poor
The poet submits at Rawdha that though he is leaving Medina, his soul and its true joy reside in the heavenly hive of Meem
Lovers get absorbed in the desire-cave of the Beloved, just as the Youths and the Dog who slept in the ancient cave for centuries.
Mujeeb Jaihoon on the men and women who imitate the sounds of animals with their hostile and hateful actions towards fellow humanity.
The Holy Prophet is Chapter One in the Book of Creation and the Crown of the Saga of Revelation, in whose praise the oceans will run dry.
Is health all wealth? No. It’s even more.
Little do lovers talk in words; more so they do with tears, testifies a poetic seeker who witnessed the joyful suffering of Meem’s admirers.
>Mujeeb Jaihoon on Indian Muslim woman’s response to her self-proclaimed patrons who exploit her pain and pride for their selfish motives.
Bystanders cannot blame the Medina’s lover who became selfish, proud & possessive as he stood closer breathing the air that danced around Meem
The poet is in two minds whether to approach the Beloved Meem robed as a royal or ragged as a beggar, in these verses written at Medina.
Medina is the Tree. Ka’aba, Mounts of Safa and Marwa, Zamzam and Masjid al Haram are its twigs and branches… writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
A seeker would naturally see the shell when he comes seeking the pearl. The same applies to pilgrim of love in the quest for love of Meem.
In response to those who enquire about what gifts has the poet brought from the land of Meem
Just as the fish cannot last long away from the ocean and the body needs the soul to remain warm, the lover has to return to where he belongs
At these dark times when we have gathered at the funeral of our humanity, the only remedy for any hope is in the Beloved of God
We may be guilty on all counts before the Divine Law, but that should not stop us from seeking His Grace, though we are unworthy of it.
Is health all wealth? No. It’s even more.
Mujeeb Jaihoon on being grateful for the everyday blessings which go unnoticed.
Embracing changes is the key to success.
The stars and other planets may have greater charm than ours. Yet they envy the Earth, since it is home to the Beloved of God— writes Jaihoon
The Prison of Love is better than palace of solitude, and other mystic attributes of Love.
Are our actions and decisions aligned with the purpose of our life, asks Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Why should the I take the the side of the Heart in its battle against the Intellect, wonders the poet in a state of spiritual melancholy.
The very thought of the Beloved soak our eyes and heart in love, even as we are unaware of its magical impact- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s emotive eulogy for Muslim Kerala’s charismatic leader who led the Community with his striking humility & resolute leadership.
Mujeeb Jaihoon on Sayed Hyderali Shihab Thangal, the beloved icon of Muslim Kerala, whose death invoked sea of tears in his ardent admirers
One should only pray that they never meet with unforeseen tragedies to avail these corporate assurances.
Only true friends’ disapproval may apparently hurt our indulgent intellect but will cheer our innocent heart, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
No other creation in this cosmos deserves and enjoys the absolute love and awe as much as the Beloved of God, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Only the human eye can derive millions of meanings and feelings from the beautiful Moon. For the camera, it remains just any other object.
Despite aspiring and expressing love for the Beloved Meem in the sweetest and dearest of metaphors, the poet still feels they are inadequate.
A lover pleads with his adamant beloved to let go of anger, reminding about the metaphor of the bitter-gourd turning sour the sweet honey.
As innocents are killed, the powerful convene fruitless meetings, exchanging hollow condolences, indifferent to the plight of war victims.
Jaihoon pays glowing tribute to the ‘Poet of the East’, whose timeless vision inspire creative thoughts in the seekers of truth.
Muslim community should be encouraged to take internal reforms without State compulsion- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
In this glossy era deluded with superhuman success stories, some times it is worthwhile to remain just an innocent human — writes Jaihoon
True friends will swing the twin-sword of praise and criticize and will reflect for us our merits and faults- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Creative souls keep hunting for the purpose of life only to realize their ‘gazelle’ shall never come to hand- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
A Sunna in time saves whine.- and other Jaihoon’s selected tweets from 2021
The poet admits that he’s a lifeless rock until the Divine rain creeps in and then the Spring Of Love & Poetry flows for others to quench
Jaihoon invokes the spirit of Rumi to seek an answer for the voluntary, not obligatory, nature of the greetings said upon the Beloved of God
Almighty may allow the demolition of Ka’aba during the anti-Christ era. But even in those chaotic times, Medina’s Palace will remain safe.
Oppression of Palestinians is a blot on our civilized times even as the thirst of the blood-thirsty Gog-Magogs goes on- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Wine fell unconscious and the Cup shattered into pieces as the Rose smiled blushing when a Lover lingered at Medina- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
As we fail in our Divine duties and are ashamed to raise hands in prayer, the love of Beloved inspires within us new humanity-writes Jaihoon
Al Amin, the Trustworthy, has promised us a feast at al-Kawthar. The Afterlife, hence, is inevitable for the very same reason- writes Jaihoon
Even the sight of those who witnessed the moon-lit face of the Beloved Rasool will sweep the senses of the onlookers- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The glory of the Creator can alone surpass the greatness of His Beloved— admits Jaihoon in a poem written en route from the tomb of al-Busiri
Violence, oppression and inequality have made life unjust and unbearable for the afflicted ones- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Beauty lies neither in the object nor in the onlooker. Nay, it rests in the love-image that appears in the eyes – poetizes Mujeeb Jaihoon
If the Night requires no excuse to put stars to sleep, neither do the Lovers need any excuse to praise their Beloved
Ramadan is giving our body a break and igniting our soul’s desires to commune and congregate with the Divine— Jaihoon’s Ramadan journal 1442
Despite witnessing the glorious wonders and unknown worlds, the Beloved returned back to the earth because of his love for humanity.
In a desperate cry to the Lord, invoking the name of the Beloved who taught humanity the art of calling upon the Creator.
Lovers treasure the love and revere its pain, without expecting any apology from the beloved— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Pain suffered in the the semi-conscious world throbs more than what we experience in the conscious world— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The weak and oppressed will naturally run to the Mighty King upon whom they can rely to redress their grief— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Our ignorance, sins, and low lineage are no barriers for us to to greet His Beloved— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Love of Mustafa soaks our eyes in the zamzam of longing and reduces tsunamis of life into mere ripples— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Creative freedom is proportionate to the price one can afford to pay— asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon
With the birth of the Beloved Prophet— Culture, learning, Science and Technology evolved leading to a complete transformation of the world.
Jaihoon’s selected quotes translated and designed into Malayalam
We should learn to liberate the tears imprisoned in our agonized hearts- Mujeeb Jaihoon on relieving pain
True heroism is found in compassionate acts that alleviate suffering, embodying timeless virtues of generosity and love for humanity.
Despite the atrocities of the Israeli forces on Palestinians, the neighboring world maintains a deafening silence justified only by cowardice
Ramadan is giving our body a break and igniting our soul’s desires to commune and congregate with the Divine— Jaihoon’s Ramadan journal 1442
Jaihoon’s passionate elegy on the martyrdom of the Palestinian boys killed by Israeili warships while playing football on the beach (2014)
The Holy Quran, despite revealed to the Holy Prophet, is aplenty with tales of earlier Prophets. A poetic response for this ‘imbalanced love’
A Lover may not be a saint with the pious-paint. Yet he pleads the Lord to let untie their love-lunacy for His Beloved— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Justice remains a persecuted prisoner in the paradoxical world of the rich and powerful— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Dreams cried, Nightmare laughed. Cup smashed, Wine spilled— Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poetic dissent against the civilian deaths in the Yemen conflict.
On a Night when the benefactor is ready to shower boundless mercy, how can we stay silent and refrain from seeking it?— wonders Jaihoon
Honoring the plea from sincere critics to occasionally forsake the logical cave and return to the spiritual delight.
Dedicated to Abdul Halim Attar, a Palestinian refugee who sold pens on Beirut streets, while carrying his daughter Reem on his shoulders
Relying on misplaced video clips for seeking knowledge is inimical to the spirit of human civilization— argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
The greatest miracle of the Miraj episode is that the Beloved chose to return to humanity, even after meeting with the Almighty— argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Jaihoon’s poem explores the philosophical torment of doubt in love, grappling with the fear of loss versus a life devoid of love.
Only the chosen few can behold that Divine Cup of Mustafa’s love, let alone consume the Drink. Nevertheless, Jaihoon is eager to try.
The Beloved Prophet means everything to us which we can ever depict in our known human language, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Jaihoon’s poetic gift recited at the Rawdha Shareef unleashing the fire and desire of infinite longing to gain the love of Beloved Prophet
They first demonize the victims. And then murder and molest. Finally, they say sorry, leaving the victims in a state of painful humiliation.
Searching for God in the indulgent world is as foolish as looking for a Rose in middle of the desert, suggests the Delhi Sage – by Jaihoon
The Abode of God exhorts the poet to proceed towards the city of the Beloved where the love-tears shed are as sweet as honey.
Angel Ridwan’s eagerly yearns for the Beloved’s arrival to unlock Paradise’ gate and begin the celebration of eternal serenity, writes Jaihoon
Despite transformation in all creatures including the virus, men & women adamantly continue their old habits- Jaihoon’s poetic adieu to 2020
Lovers can renounce solitude and enjoy life’s blessings only in the presence of each other
The joy and fury of His Lovers may be veiled in Silence. For, the Pleasure of Almighty is all that matters to them- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
We should be grateful to those friends who pull us away from this world and push us towards the Loving Lord.- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
A humble servant with no merit or choice surrenders to the ocean of Divine Love.
We need not care if we befit in the dark eyes of haters as long as with His Love our hearts are lit— stirs Mujeeb Jaihoon
The secret desire of every lover is to burn in the longing of the beloved, though it will rob all the peace of mind- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The moment lovers overhear the mention of their Beloved, their hearts overwhelm with ecstacy unable to bear the bliss- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Be the Bee to the world. Not it’s Hive– and other Jaihoon’s selected tweets from 2020
We are not worth a penny on our own. But if crowned with the servitude of Allah, we become the envy of His Angels.
– suggests Mujeeb Jaihoon
The love for Messenger of Allah is our hope and dignity at a time when there’s no refuge from the trials around us— believes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The reign of Love steals our experience of reality leaving only occasional dreams to quench our thirst for real life- poetizes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The joy in life can be realized only when one undergoes the agonies of pain and tears – reveals Mujeeb Jaihoon
One may be guilty and lacking in piety, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve a chance to speak their side of story— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Human relationships are facing severe challenges due to the ‘timeless’ Time, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Six forlorn friends convened at an Orchard to share their woes of Solitude. Just then a Seventh one appeared turning the funeral to festival.
The coming of Holy Prophet perfumed humanity with compassion and knowledge bringing smiles on the faces of the oppressed and weak.
New realities dawn upon us as we renounce the ruthless rat-race during our afflictions.
Gentleness is a superhuman quality which is unfound among the majority. Hence, its upholders deserve respect— asserts Jaihoon in this poem.
A seeker without a spiritual comprade is worth no more than a rotten crop wrought with drought and despair- Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poem on spiritual kinship
Regimes demand hearts to quarantine their Conscience as throat-cutting trials continue for those who possess even a pinch of humanity, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
A God-conscious Merchant who praised the Lord twice— upon hearing the sinking of his goods ship and when later informed the ship belonged to someone else.
The thrill and joy of seeking from the Divine is perhaps more exhilarating than discovering the Sought— Mujeeb Jaihoon explains why in this poem.
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s eulogy for late Shaykh Mohiyuddin Musliyar Athipatta (1936-2018), the under-explored goldmine of modern Muslim Kerala.
Not a single day passes in lovers’ lives without tears, reflecting each other’s longing in the ancient pain-mirror— reminds Jaihoon in this poem
The seeker’s humble appeal to his spiritual comrade not to abandon him to perish in the world of godless solitude.
A Divine lover may naturally envy another, especially when one of them is blessed with a greater proximity with the Beloved, relates Mujeeb Jaihoon
Blaming the Almighty for His punishments is nonsensical as He indefinitely ignores the crimes of humans granting them excuse upon excuse to forgive.
We invoke Allah with every breath we take and every branch we shake hoping that HE is our only Merciful refuge when others see us with rage— writes Jaihoon
God’s lovers, who enrich each other in togetherness, melt as solitary dew when separated from one another— writes Jaihoon on spiritual kinship
Not always Destiny brings ashore illustrious souls who connect with Divine. One seeker’s journey may benefit others too– hopes Jaihoon in this poem
The love-henna designed hearts of God are aligned towards HIM despite the lures of this deceptive world. Jaihoon’s poem about such ‘indifferent’ souls.
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
God’s lovers employ various metaphors and symbolic actions to hide their love of the Divine– Jaihoon reveals some of their ‘cover-up games’ in these verses
Even as we feel pain over the belated reply, we shall remain persistent in our plea to the Most Merciful –– insists Jaihoon in this poetic discourse
The slave can readily accept the lockdown of his entire freedom provided the Master unlocks His Love within him or her–– Jaihoon’s Lailathul Qadr 2020 poem
Can the Lover resist a reply when asked in the name of the Beloved— contents Mujeeb Jaihoon as he bargains by one Beautiful name after another
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
The servant becomes ecstatic with joy when Lord answers his or her plea. But joy of fulfilment is incomplete without expressing gratitude- insists Jaihoon
When we are left without a guide in our solitary ride and none to confide, we turn to our Creator for solace- Jaihoon’s passionate verses on Ramadan prayers
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
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.
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
Complements usually constrain us into cozy comfort zones. But when Mothers armor children with confidence, belligerent battles seem child’s play
Jaihoon’s critical tweets on the Fascist-fashioned atrocities on Indian campuses and the imposition of anti-Muslim legislation (NRC, CAA)
In Jaihoon’s poetic slam of State-sponsored brutalities, Gandhari, the vedic & virtuous queen of Meerut, decries the sufferings of the orphans in UP, India.
The fate of Divisive rulers and their doormats have been suicidal at best, predicts Jaihoon in a scathing piece on the fascist attacks at Indian campuses.
Her prayerful sighs have unarguably worked miracles for me since Lord decreed by existence
The Indian muslim will not faint and falter at the Numeric Altar of the regime— Jaihoon’s poetic slam of India’s discriminatory Citizenship Amendment Bill
The choice of my homeland is by Divine decree. So look elsewhere for a better victim to pursue your power play (Jaihoon on Citizenship Amendment Bill 2019)
A poetic appeal to the callous comrade to spare the senses of the lover.
Seekers, who dispassionately leave the shrine of the Beloved, abandon their heartbeat behind. Mujeeb Jaihoon’s tribute to those halfhearted pilgrims.
Drunkards and drug addicts have no clue about the intoxicating state of Prophetic Love. Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poetic tribute to those blessed lovers.
Lap of Love is holier than Martyr-field or prayer-mat, or so claims Jaihoon
RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak.
Our dark eyes & filthy hearts unqualify us to claim the love of the Beloved. In spite, a poetic attempt to plead with the Loved One for a generous excuse.
It is very hard to recall him but with tears. Harder even more to pray without tears. Jaihoon’s commemorative poem on Sayyid Shihab, the great son of India.
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s tribute to Abdul Gani Goni, a Kashmiri teacher, acquitted after illegally imprisoned for 23 years.
Jaihoon’s lyric explores the paradoxical nature of love, using biblical allusions to depict the tension between longing and reverence.
Mujeeb Jaihoon hails the frenzied seekers in alphabetical fashion to boldly invoke the Divine blessings of the ‘Power of Night’.
In a revisionist conversation with Mujeeb Jaihoon, KKN Kurup laments Kerala’s neglect of Thuhfathul Mujahideen, the manifesto of anti-colonial struggle.
Mujeeb Jaihoon writes on the pervasive ubiquity of Love, save in its rightful place
On the political otherization of Indian Muslims from the Nation’s mainstream politics. A Political poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon
Knowledge and Books are the true DNA of traditional Muslim identity. Its renewal, too, can only be based on the revival of the Written Word, contents Mujeeb Jaihoon
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poetic tribute to Hosna Ara Parvin, the brave Bangladeshi lady martyr of ChristChurch terrorist attack, New Zealand, on Mar 15 2019.
Excesses in devotion is toxic to Spiritual enlightenment, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon, in a critical appraisal of the rising extremist influence among Muslims.
In the age of mega indulgence, adoption of Prophetic etiquettes is both the shortest, and sweetest, way to attain higher spiritual progress.
From the outset, the Academy is no more than any other Muslim seminary in Kerala. But looks can be deceptive— Mujeeb Jaihoon on his experience at IGA.
Lofty hopes keep the humanity in prayers as the the past year elopes paving the way for another year
A nursery song by Jaihoon about the cry and chuckle of little ones.
To all those eagerly composing obituaries for the fanatics-razed 16th century Monument, brace even more for the murder of Minority-souls, not just ancient domes or minarets.
The perpetrators behind his disappearance have to be brought to book without fear or favor, whatsoever be their nepotistic nexus with the power corridors
Jaihoon’s poem explores the loss of genuine emotion in a world dominated by digital expression, where love and tears are reduced to emojis.
So, how would it sound when Sanskrit, the traditional language of devotional Hinduism (not to be mistaken for militant Hindutva), and Urdu, the enemy-branded lingua franca, merges in one person with equal devotion and admiration for both? It would sound as beautiful as the Urdu-some mantras of a Hindu-some Priest.
A hidden love seeks solace within, yearning to be found in the depths of her heart.
The enthusiasm of its 148-strong volunteers in this philanthropic adventure knows no bounds
A tribute to the 8-year-old girl who was ‘kidnapped, starved, drugged, and raped repeatedly inside a Hindu temple’ in Kathua, Jammu- India in January 2018
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s tribute to the two-year-old boy, Emir al-Bash, martyred in Ghouta, the war-torn suburb of Syria.
Arabian purity, Persian intellectuality, Ottoman nobility, Indian plurality and Western objectivity – Islam has absorbed them all in handsome fashion.
Time ravages, love endures. A tender testament to enduring love’s resilience.
As the kite for the wind and farmers for the monsoon, the Heart waits for the holy month of Rabiul Awwal to celebrate.
Indian Muslim woman’s appeal to mob lynching thugs post the Triple Talaq verdict
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.
On Dr. Sheikh Sultan, the Sharjah emir’s passionate call for Cultural & Educational intervention to counter terrorist elements and moral decay in Arab World
Blind people can teach us bright lessons, concludes Jaihoon after visit to the Home for the Destitute Blind, in Kizhuparamba village of Kerala
Religious activism will be counter-productive when robbed of self introspection. Activism, Abdal Hakim Murad believes, fails to address the demons within oneself.
Jaihoon’s poem explores the concept of luck, contrasting traditional superstitions with the enduring power of love as the truest fortune
Jaihoon’s word of caution to mystic lovers not to consume their drink all at once
Incomplete, incompetent am I / Save my pain have I no gift any.
This year’s fasting began on a Monday, the day of Beloved’s birth. Nothing could get more auspicious than this to commence the spiritual cleansing process.
Why don’t the apostles, devout preachers who carved a niche in Malabar for ‘Shaykh Marx’ and ‘Hazrat Lenin’, become full time Party members?
Mujeeb Jaihoon unearths some unconventional treasures in the second meet with the Mystic of Melattur
Najeeb Moulavi laments the organizational partisanship casting an infinite shadow in the making of able jurists in Muslim Kerala
Mujeeb Jaihoon on SIGN, the community living centre which acts as an overall education-training-research village, located in Kerala
Dr. Muhammad Al Ninowy, the Syrian-born American Islamic scholar, shares his philosophy of Unconditional Compassion on his Kerala tour
Rain brings unimaginable joy in the hearts and minds of the natives, especially in the deserts— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Jaihoon’s heartfelt poem explores the power of love as a solace, refuge, and strength, comparing it to a prayer and a divine gift.
I’m a proud son of Gandhi’s #India. Why wouldn’t #ISupportGaza?
Allah does not expect ants to carry mountains. Nor the weakling humans to understand the secret of Miraj— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Paradise appears somewhere in between their smile and the Fire is hidden in midst of their painful tears, urges Jaihoon in this poem about filial piety.
Philanthropy should be able to bring about a positive change in the life of the beneficiary and ultimately make him self-sustainable, says Anwar Naha, the president of Dubai KMCC, as he shares his vision of “reform-oriented social change” with Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Miraj: For the first time since its inception, Light found a soul more faster itself— Time & Space reimagined in Jaihoon’s poem on the Miraculous night.
Celebrating a love blessed with Patience and sacrifice with neither complaint nor a taint.
Tweets from the journey across the historic Uzbekiztan to the hilly Nepal
Kerala Islam is today chained in priesthood and the constant sectarian bullying has robbed them of the opportunity of discovering the beauty of Islam
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s love poem celebrating unwavering devotion, sacrifice, and a perfect ten out of ten journey.
Amid all the spiritual and philosophical talk surrounding Ramadan, it would be a great disservice to ignore the contribution of the womenfolk at home.
The glory of Mi’raj lies not only in the ascension but in the descend of our Beloved back to our humble world as well— sings Mujeeb Jaihoon
The three disciplines – Music, History and Literature – assembled in beautiful proportion deep in the chamber of their hearts. They took home the melodious words of this Nasheed artist, ‘reading is the coolest thing to do’
The silent scholar is not a regular darling of the religious establishments. He rarely attends phone calls and, though has a laptop, does not bother to check emails. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity of meeting him, I blatantly bombed him with a host of questions to which he very patiently answered
As each year passes by, we sincerely pray for humanity not to fall prey to the future pain of natural and man-made calamities.
Spiritual madness is tons better than materialistic sanity— insists Mujeeb Jaihoon
While the selfish ones swim in the sleazy dirt, sincere friends sail on great seas— asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon in this friendship poem
Malayalees can, read need to, appreciate & imitate two noble traits from Arabs: Expressing Gratitude & Apologies… tweets from Day 06 of Jaihoon’s travel to Middle East
Jaihoon’s tweets against the tyrannical practice of limiting common man’s movement
Tweets and notes from Jaihoon’s journey in North Western states
The years of affection spent in the presence of the beloved are like new moon nights.
Exploring the profound essence of philanthropy through a poetic lens, celebrating its virtues and transformative power in society.
Tell me, o lovers, is dreaming of the Beloved in sleep as sweet as losing it for his sake?
Love and its ecstasy descend into the hearts out of God’s mercy- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon in this poem inspired at Rawdha Shareef
Masjids were great centers of learning in earlier days. Unfortunately today it’s become resort of the retired feeble ones alone
Al Quds is a faith triangle. Very few got its geometry straight
Guide says there was a Palestinian martyr yesterday. All shops are closed. We are walking through streets of old Hebron.
The father of a man in our group went for Hajj on foot from Kerala at age of 35 and lived there till age of 67. He walked from India to Pakistan via Iran to Kuwait to Hijaz.
Very soon going to embrace an intellectual roller-coaster ride with history, politics and religion of some of THE most happening nations
From magic potion to passion to poison, Love comes in different names and forms— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The Love-afflicted Pen can write about the Beloved alone. It will only frown away if asked to praise any other— admits Mujeeb Jaihoon
It is inevitable for Allah to exist as no one else could create a magnificent creation like the Holy Prophet— asserts Jaihoon
While anyone can incite violence and destroy homes, it takes courage and nobility to uphold peace and sanity.
Great souls, despite disappearing from our sight, keep riding on memory lane, gifting relief for our daily worries— Mujeeb Jaihoon
To love like Imam Hussein means generously sharing the Truth-hive’s sweetness, spreading its essence to all, even enemies, writes Jaihoon
Quotes and notes from Hamza Yusuf lecture Audios
“I,a non-Muslim woman,was occupying Religious History chair in Ankara (at a time when there were barely any chair for WOMEN in German universities)”
A touching episode from the life of a man who was bestowed with abundant authority by Destiny, yet chose to depart from the halls of power.
Pebbles under her feet are worth more than the pearls on paradise’ shore, writes Jaihoon in a tribute to Lady Khadijah, the wife of Prophet
Only poets can dare to dream of an ecosystem which is radically different from their immediate present.
YOUR LOVE! The others don’t know what they are missing …
Yes, Ramadan is the most grand discount extravaganza we can ever imagine. Shopping for the blessings of Allah, be it of the greatest or silly value… Jaihoon’s Journal of Ramadan 2011
Jaihoon’s poem explores love as a source of joy and ponders its place in the face of ultimate judgement.
The only proof for our belief in the hereafter is that they were told by the Trustworthy Beloved— insists Jaihoon.
A heartbroken soul confronts a restless heart, questioning its disloyalty and the pain it inflicts, in this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Landing on the moon or demystifying the atom were seen with pride. Yet, there are other possibilities than imagined— Jaihoon’s radical Miraj poem
The Beloved is the cornerstone of life, the gem in existence’s ocean, illuminating culture and human advancement, asserts Mujeeb Jaihoon.
Jaihoon’s poem explores the pain of neglecting love for ambition, finding solace only in its enduring presence.
She comes uninvited/To have lovers frightened/Nightmare of life is she,/Pirate of Lovers’ sea is she/Ridicule of love, her hobby/She cares not for any lobby
Nightingales, roses, and moons whisper the secrets of love and devotion- in this mystical love poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon
This poem explores the struggle between self-denial and the irresistible pull of love.
Refusing to accept the Holy Prophet means rejecting yourself, which creates a disconnection with the Divine, argues Mujeeb Jaihoon
Neo-imperialist forces betray and bulldoze weaker nations, plundering resources, and then profit from their reconstruction.
A heartbroken soul in the afterlife ponders love’s enduring power.
Jaihoon’s poem explores the various gifts in life, ultimately declaring the unmatched power of a beloved’s love.
Truth borrows its hue from the Beloved Meem, who is the absolute testimonial for Reality, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
A believer’s poetic prayer for an atheist, navigating through the depths of faith, empathy, and spiritual yearning.
On the stark double standards of superpowers reflecting on issues of terrorism, war, and global politics.
Jaihoon’s lyric poem explores the profound connection between the beloved and the heart through metaphors drawn from nature.
The national symbols of India are largely contributions of Muslim rule
This article is in response to a Twitter discussion, on public intellectuals in the gulf, triggered by the writer’s comment, I thought “public intellectuals” in the Gulf was an oxymoron!
The Holy Prophet is the shepherd of our emotion and the Lighthouse of our Reason in a myriad world of distractions.
They say love has no scent or hue/ And this say is indeed true/
But truths are to experience/Not to be taken in ignorance/Yes, UAE is my Foster Mother/Like her, no mother other..
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s passionate poem explores the vastness and elusiveness of love, defying definition and measurement.
That expatriates have transplanted a major portion of their lifespan to explore and enjoy better economics in this country is understandable. It is also true that this country has offered expats what their country of origin has not.
The slave is not comfortable with the blessings if they are diverting his heart from the Giver
Lovers are ready to suffer and sacrifice anything and everything for their loved ones. This makes love the rarest of all feelings on earth.
The poet entreats Abu Bakr as-Siddiq in a dream, seeking the secret behind his highest rank in belief and the companionship with the Beloved.
In this poem, Jaihoon asserts that change keeps love fresh, urging partners to find new ways to express their affection.
When darkness envelops the world, we search within for the light that guides us through the night’s shadow, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Lovers become incapable of logical reasoning, while turning unusually proud assuming they own the greatest wealth in the world.
Who cannot accept the fact Colleges are no more than hang-out clubs for its students, social status for parents and livelihood for teachers?
Even Ridwan may wonder how this sinner would enter the heaven’s doors into the world of hoors— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Jaihoon’s poem explores the possessive nature of love, comparing it to a jealous wine that demands complete ownership.
Alas! No matter how severe is the winter/Your friend will say, ‘spring will one day enter’/A true friend is a Him-sent candle/For hope in His Mercy to kindle
In a spiritual dream, Hallaj says Allah is merciful to all irrespective whether the slave remembers Him or not—writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Despite observing it from known childhood, the Month has remained a spiritual energy powerhouse enriching with intimate experiences with the Creator. Every year, like all believers, I look upon it with renewed enthusiasm and expectations. To undo the past sins and build a better future for my soul. I win, I fail and the circle goes on
While the believers are reaping infinite rewards in the Holy Month, the poet laments he hasn’t earned a grain in the devout harvest
I was happy: I made it. I had reached the Holy Month, alive. Allahumma Balligni Ramadan… would have been the prayer of all the believers in Shaban.
A philosophical dialogue with Umm Ammar, Islam’s pioneering female martyr, as she illuminates timeless inquiries on women’s resilience. Last night, in my sleep, A thought grew deep. I thought about […]
Ya Rabb! These little hands to You I raise/Let others mention our Affinity with much praise/We ask You with our head on ground/Ya Allah! Bind us together with Your bond!
If we could take this Ramadan as a time for self-assessment. Could we also try to find out how much have the Muslims positively contributed to the development of the world and to the total fund of knowledge and human experiences during this whole year?
It is habitual for us to ‘regret about the past, complain about the present and worry about the future’. We spend more time thinking about them, than trying to solve them.
Mujeeb Jaihoon intricately weaves together expressions of profound love and gratitude, capturing the essence of romance.
Addressed to the late visionary leader of Kerala Muslims fondly called Mahatma of Malabar
This dark love poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon warns of a passionate love destined for heartbreak and pain.
This evocative poem explores love’s transformative power, likening it to a precious treasure and a symbol of royalty.
Enamored with love, the seeker is unapologetic in his expression of devotion to the beloved.
The Hindu majority state had the guts which the Muslim Malabar, with all its organized Muslim political and religious power had failed to achieve. If Gandhi Factor is the honorary reason for the largely successful ban n Gujarat, Malabar too is not lacking in spiritual cum political luminaries
In the return of their soul to the Beloved, lovers rediscover their true nature and their pain hesitates in the embrace of the dear one.
A rose questions a lovestruck nightingale, confused by his obsession. He reveals a distorted view of the world, fueled by love.
Intellectual inertia within the Islamic world hindered the advancement of dream interpretation, despite Ibn Sireen’s contributions.
Journey through life’s trials and triumphs, finding resilience and courage amidst destiny’s challenges, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
While exploring the bittersweet ache of yearning, the Rose and the Nightingale question the weight of secrets.
A passionate plea for patience in expressing love’s depth.
We may be forgetful of the Lord, but He will never abandon us and as we remain the dark night, His light shows us the way, writes Jaihoon
In a philosophical dialogue with Qais, the mad lover, Jaihoon explores the extremes of love, questioning moderation and celebrating devotion.
True love is synonymous with Divine love. A lover craves for acceptance from his beloved for all his aspirations in life
Did we realize that there are an equal number of victims who are martyred in the tsunami of this madness? They are the ones whose hearts cry for the end of this tournament as soon as possible.
We water plants and hastily expect fruits ignoring their emotional identity. When they fail, we blame climate change- writes Jaihoon.
The poet, who is knowledgeable in abstract concepts, is taken to task for his ignorance of everyday things.
A poetic exchange where flowers lament human indifference, urging appreciation for nature’s gifts, amidst the chaos of daily life.
Jaihoon’s poem explores the intertwined nature of love and pain, using classic references to illustrate their inseparable bond.
We all fear death. But more fearsome is the absence of our dear ones, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
As we get weary of life’s strife, we find solace in the name of the Beloved, who is the mantra of joy and hope for us in both worlds
Allah has taken upon Himself to safeguard the blessed honor of His Beloved. Humanity need not fret over it, notes Mujeeb Jaihoon
A garden if / Is this cosmos / His soul / A fragrant breeze / His full Praise / I alone capable / Everything in him / Is so lovable
Jaihoon’s poem delves into the complexities of love, questioning its sacrifices and inevitable betrayals in a rhythmic cascade of inquiries.
The Love of Mustafa is the fragrance for the soul while the heart finds joy tied to the knot of his desire, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
The true lovers of Allah worship Him for His sake and He alone remains their joy and ache, admonishes Rabia Basri in a spiritual dream
Ever since the parting of the Spiritual friend, the poet lives a false life while damned to the edge of near-death state
Jaihoon visits the Sunday Market in Delhi on Day 03 of Mission Nizamuddin. Intellectual property is a right very relative in nature. What if the classical scholars of old had clung onto this abstract right?
Believers of today get excited when Science confirms a fact earlier established in Quran. Should they really?
Exploring the existence of God versus Man’s self-awareness and the quest for certainty in faith.
An urban and a rural woman share their pain, echoing the societal divides and the unequal suffering of women.
Thanks to the media, the commercial giants have spent heavily on defining motherhood through their products
A Mother’s womb, that is cherished and revered since the creation of man as the greatest guardian of life, is being compared here to just ‘a model’ of an air conditioner! A model that would fail to maintain its ‘uniqueness’ in the market for not more than a few months. The womb is the very symbol of human life on earth.On the need for government regulation in advertising industry.
The point of interest is that this quote by Bayazid Bastami appeared as the opening quote of a psychology text book taught in CBSE Indian schools…Jaihoon on knowledge segregation
Jaihoon’s poem on a dream visit to the house of Ayesha Siddiqa (ra) and her advice to the Modern World
Went in the metro to the World Book fair. The Hindi stall was prominent among others.
Her every vein protested with pain. And now she was asking one of her sons to look after his medication, writes Jaihoon on a visit to the ICU
Although loud and fast beats surround the wholly religious lyric, Rahman has successfully maintained a spiritual aura for the listener to experience.
Roads here followed the Darwinian theory of Survival of the Fittest, literally only. That meant, survival of those fit in size. Easy for small vehicles, bad for buses and the like.
Though we suffer from the lack of actions and weakness of faith, we cannot shy from declaring our love for the Beloved, writes Jaihoon.
My heart lost/In state Medinized/Mustafa’s love/Had my soul amazed
A poem inspired while greeting salaam at Rawdha Shareef after fajr.
My heart’s power are you!/My soul’s energy are you!Take me if you
by your side/World shall seek me from every side
God anointed His Beloved as the Merciful Sultan to rule over the world in a celestial symphony of benevolence.
Men and jinn have long tried, yet miserably failed, to do justice in describing the beauty of the Beloved, notes Mujeeb Jaihoon.
When rises the Sun of Madina/In my heart,/At once sets/The glory of my intellect’s fort.
What prompted Jaihoon to think so was a question posed by a colleague during a busy and breathless office schedule. “So what are you giving her for Valentine’s day?”
I am after all a son of Adam / Distraction runs in my vein!/ This silly world keeps me busy/ And I am carried away from your love
From healing wounds to soaring ambitions, rediscover life’s essence in the love of Holy Prophet
Jaihoon’s poem explores the pain of separation and impermanence of life, using historical and religious references.
Educationists, governmental departments and even parents can rejoice over the above saying of Holy Prophet. An Ashura thought
A lovelorn plea wrestles with mortality questioning if love’s embrace can extend beyond the veil of death.
If it is the command of creed that a wife seeks the permission of her husband before observing voluntary fasts, then it is the same religion of Peace that teaches the parallel lesson for husbands to obtain ‘an affectionate NOC’ (No Objetion certificate) from one’s wife so that her rights are protected.
The goal of this system is to make man spend / It sweet-coats the debts seducing others to lend
Although we remain soiled by the sinful dust, the sight of a devout servant of God will invoke His Love in our hearts- writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
One night in prayer a man cried to God / Ya Rabb! You are the most just / To trade with Your Mercy is best
A lover yearns for more time with their beloved, questioning the fleeting nature of their connection, in this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon.
In this evocative love poem, Sun’s voice charms the moon, whispering secrets reflected in a lover’s eyes.
Everyone mentioned above is rewarded in one form or the other. At least they are given the credit for the roles they play. However on this blessed day, there is a silent character who is the focus of attention of almost the entire family and even the neighborhood in some cases. This person loses sleep, sometimes staying awake until late hours… the eyes get swollen so that other’s hearts in happiness are woven.
Just as the the rose holds the key to the nightingale’s song, if you are seeking the Creator, then find Him near the Beloved- argues Jaihoon
Had Iqbal known of Qazi, he would have probably included him in his poetry just as Tipu Sultan (from South India). The gap was partly owing to the rich contributions of Keralite intelligentsia but restricted to their own mother tongue.
Zahrawiyya was the title given to female graduates named after the legendary daughter of the Holy Prophet, Fatimah Zahra
Which mother could see her child- who just survived a suicidal attempt- be taken away from her?
This piece is scented with gratitude for that kind soul, whoever he was, whatever his faith
Love is an ocean deep / The more you dive- / The more treasures you heap / So much that you may return not alive
The benevolent Creator is never fed up with our constant pleas even as He wraps our crimes with His Mercy— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
As I completed writing this poem, my friend who was on Umra called me with exctement from Madina. Subhanallah. May Allah accept.
Jaihoon likens love as a hive for the starving bee and water to the dying in these verses
The omnipresent Mercy of Allah radiates in every atom of His Creations— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Dr Kamala Surayya, clad in the headscarf and the prayer costume, is absorbed in the reading of Holy Quran in the month of Ramadan. She is embracing the first Ramadan after her conversion to Islam..
The Beloved is the teacher of both earthly and celestial realms. Through him, we discovered the existence in the world, writes Jaihoon
We cherish our dearest ones during moments of our ecstatic joy. Like how the Holy Prophet remembered us in Miraj— writes Jaihoon on the Motherland of Love
Poets and thinkers have owed their best works to this silent valley. Many a scientists have silently screamed Eureka at this kingdom of books. Intellectuals find no other designation to spend their vacation than this empty hall with shelves all around.
With the presence of the beloved, the lover turns to a madman while he feels as if death resides beside him, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
On the families torn asunder by soaring rents, fueled by the insatiable greed of their landlords.
From the very beginning, it was with ‘two-minded mentality’ that I thought of going to watch the match. After all it was the duty of the spectators to cheer those on the field. And I was not sure of my cheering capacity.In every game it is quite natural for one side to lose heart and other side to celebrate. And who takes which side- that is for us to wait and see.
Therefore, Creative Arts, which makes a definite impact on its audience, is also a form of energy. The success of a work of art (i.e. its influence) is based on the amount of mental energy exerted by an artist during its making…It is not that Iqbal used words which were out of others’ reach. But the bow determines the speed of the arrow… It was in midst of a conversation with a Communications & Electronics student that the idea was fired
Thank God that unlike organized religions, there isn’t any single custodian or a specific city in the case of English language to dictate what is authentic or not. Or else it would become hard for humanity to distinguish between the terms- ‘terrorism’ from ‘patriotism’.
The loss of a spiritual comrade leaves us in a terrible state which consumes our heart and shreds our nerves in pain
Conscience invasion in shopping It was just a shopping experience. In fact the first official one since Jaihoon had been promoted to the position of a breadwinner. Al Hamdu Lillah. As usual, it was a dotcom product that had priority in my TINY shopping list: a 1.5m USB cable. However, a box of chocolates was a not a bad idea to balance the list.
Meeting Death face to face is indeed a matter of great trial for the faith of the believer. Not everyone can receive the Angel of Death with a smile. In fact death is the test-tube where the solution of faith is examined.
You are a Rose
Burning day and night
All through summer and winter
There is no end to your merciless plight.
I am a Nightingale
Who at morn and evening
Without doing anything
As if from life’s toil
I am sent on bail!
Sabr hamaare paas bilkul hai,
Lekin mere khwaab
Ke janaab
Socha bhi hai aap ne kabhi
Yeh intizaar kitna mushkil hai?
In this show, the participants never had to put up a show! They were as they were- pure of heart and intentions. They had not grown enough to become the victims of the Accursed One. Of course, they were instructed to act as so and so, but they never did so successfully.
The poet pleads to His Lord knowing well that even if he fails non-stop, the Most Merciful will never withhold His grace upon the sinners
In this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon, a heart aches for a lost love, seeking solace and a promise of a brighter dawn.
It was hard to believe whether it was the real news or a commercial break of a Hollywood movie preview. But this was real plane, real building and real people.
Among the most intensely discussed issues of today is the upliftment of women. The issue has attracted attention from all walks of life, creating both controversies and emotional response.
A few months back, the appearance of the ‘Monkey-Man’ that assaulted many had caused an outcry not only in the region where it was discovered, but rest of the world as well.
The angels worship Allah incessantly but are amazed at the unwavering hope of sinful humans in Allah’s mercy.
It is not in my capacity to elaborate the obsession of western civilization with the ancient Roman past, especially its past pagan legacy. Thanks to globalization, the ‘land of sunset’ is more appealing in the eyes of ‘land of sunrise’. What is western is synonymous with what is global and is not much different from the colonial effect of the middle ages.
A thought dawned upon my mind about two mundane things which we all do (and as such there is nothing philosophical about it). Some of the results on comparison were funny and some strange.
In the march of the caravan,
grant me a Him-Loving Singer
to keep the journey in the same burning spirit.
A spiritual friend is ablution for the heart whose prayer and presence takes us closer to the Most-Loving
A servant marvels in disbelief as his Lord answers his prayer before he even calls upon Him
The poet finds only one buyer in the midst of many for his goods baked with Divine Love.
When the Rosary of Affinity breaks, the Sky of Spiritual Joy loses its stars, and Love becomes uncountable.
Life is all about change. ‘Change’ in seasons, change in relationships, change within one’s owns self. No single moment is the same in the universe. The planetary bodies are changing their location every moment. The rising sun has never seen the same earth on any two days. Change in state or rather movement is the essence of every nucleus.
The only approach that remains to be tried is a ‘spiritual approach’… not missiles and bombings.
The clamor of money was in the air. The visitors had come with their choice made: Deposit or Withdrawal. This two-fold phenomenon was evident on each face. The paper bits in their hands spoke of the basic economic term: want.
The habits and rituals in Ramadan witness a sudden end as soon as the Holy Month is over
On the rehabilitation of victims affected by wars and conflicts while hoping for peace and healing in society.
How am I to behold the volcano of anguish and anger? This fume that is being emitted, spreads far and wide, knowing no bounds. Frustration enfolds every vein of mine. Nothing but curse and mistrust. And what can I say about this hell at heart?
Embraced by the Chosen, bestowed by the Creator, this Gift empowers martyrs, scholars, and lovers to express their bliss.
Before Ramadan began, in a light-hearted moment I told my love that when in paradise, I would be in the joyful company of hoors. she replied in an indifferent tone, ‘That’s ok. But make sure you don’t spend too much time on the PC or else they would go away”.
The poet longs to use his wax-like heart’s elegant Flame to uncover Love’s divine secrets at every chance.
Lovers can sustain no other desire when they stand in the presence of the Beloved, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
A few years back, when mind was not as much ripe, I had a chance to get hold of Imam Gazzali’s work, Mishkat Al Anwar. It was too ‘heretical’ for me then to accept the deeply mystical ideas expounded in it. And years after… attending a Tafsir gathering, I realized new meanings for the 1400 years plus revealed verses.
To Tasbih asked I once a thing / I’d not get it even from a king / “Tell me why is Rawdha called / Its gardens of paradise enrolled?”
Present and Future were in his hands/Time bowed in obedience to his words/The dark clouds are to away pass/Full Moon from Thaniyat to get close
The scholar had already undergone a serious operation for heart and was strictly advised to take rest. But despite his poor health, Mr. Kareem was enthusiastic to spend some time and answer some of the questions regarding Keralite Muslims and the Portuguese crusades.
When the ‘Monetary Reformer from UK’ was invited to speak about the ‘Economic Aspect of Interest’ not everyone in the college, including the writer, anticipated such a tremendous response from the student audience. His speech, although coined in state-of-the-art economics jargon, enlightened many in the audience even those from a non-BBA discipline. It had the flavor of a ‘definitive economist’ preaching the gospel of Economics with a reformative endeavor. All through the speech, he tried to clear the widely believed notion that ‘Bank without interest is no bank at all’.
The tireless presentations at top of the voice for hours and hours, are just the work of the body. Its roots lie elsewhere. It is pure dedication, without having any leisure vacation. And this comes from the heart. As a management guru said, logic makes you think, emotion makes you act.
Dr. Randathani said it was essential for historians to present the bygone past in a language understood by the common man. He also expressed his discontent about the partisan outlook of Kerala Muslims and called upon them to have a unified stand on important matters.
Dr. Allama Iqbal testifies to the above fact in the following words: I went to Italy and came across a gentleman called Prince Caeteni who was fond of Islamic history. I asked him why he was interested in it, he replied “Islam turned women to men” (i.e. – Islamic faith instilled great faith and enthusiasm in the hearts of its womenfolk that they became equal to men).
Jaihoon seeks prayers for Abul Hasan Ali nadwi, who helped the poet to reconcile the chaotic world of spiritual and intellectual reformation in Islam.
That I know there is a Rabb-Said so the Chief of Yathrib/That Quran is His words/Since revealed through his lips
Half the way forward lies in calling upon the Almighty, a timeless truth for every day.
The Creator chose Mim / To inaugurate his ‘kun’ / Mustafa into the world arrived / ‘Fa Yakun’ has since continued
The House and the Stone / Safa and Marwa and all His signs / While I strived among the crowd / You elsewhere roamed/ O Soul Don’t you remember?
Discover the story of a saint who posthumously avenges a king by revealing his secret love for God
The poet, whose state is no better than an uprooted tent, admits his foolish lines are of no worth for the wise ones
Last night an argument / Unfolded at the tavern / Their faces away turned / As they made anger plain
The Beloved’s absence kills Inch by inch and the soul suffers bit by bit, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Each action of Beloved is to be imitated / No doubt for him was this world created / The gardens became fragrant from his scent / Water got no-color tint from his matchless paint
We may earnestly count the number of times we have asked Him, grumbling about the lapse in response, but He keeps no tally while giving.
Last night sheikh shared with me a secret / From then did I learn my life was sacred / I realized the worth of my dust / I recalled my pledge given at ‘Alast’
The sun may be burning in scorching summer days and Man, an advanced form of creation, find it difficult to travel from home to office, even in air-conditioned cars. Yet the primitive date fruit embraces the merciless heat rays and ripens itself so that it becomes tasty for the man who eats it. A wonderful mechanism indeed to convert solar energy to neural electric impulse on our taste-buds! Well done, o Merciful Creator!
Ya Rabb! Make this love my nature / Nail in my heart the Green Dome’s picture / Even as I reach the gates of his love / Ecstasy shakes my heart and soul
The most fascinating aspect in this whole episode that attracted me was that even professing but non-practicing Muslims were showing their enthusiasm for the boycott. Muslim friends and colleagues, who had no business with fasting in the month of Ramadan or attending the congregational Friday prayers, were persuading and promoting practicing pious brothers and sisters to boycott Danish makes. Boycott emails were forwarded religiously and leaflets distributed devotedly.
Genuine friends of Allah keep their devotion hidden, unlike fake godmen who seek recognition, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
Though love’s transformative power elevates the lover, its intensity raises questions of consequence.
All through the day, the body is indulged in different pleasures. The soul’s only comfort is in the remembrance of its Creator and the love of the Holy Prophet sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
The light of Ahmed when created / The ray of love in cosmos was emitted / The world came to know of love / Since towards him did He show
Jaihoon’s verses contemplating love’s duality, longing, and the agony of separation, seeking resolution and understanding.
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poem explores the cost of love and solitude, weaving between longing, pain, and the bittersweet essence of memories.
Acknowledge the Divine to marvel at the beauty of nature.
The incident about a man who experienced mercy for others and gave up his own wishes for the sake of his fellow pilgrims
It cures those sickened like ‘Al-Busiri’ / And makes heart-sick like ‘Lahori’ / I am not of those deserving to elaborate it / A dark soul I am, no better than a hypocrite
We proudly claim that our life has become fast, but simultaneously admit in humility that much of it goes in waste. The reference is to precious time lost in traffic jams
A heartfelt prayer by two slaves to the Divine expressing their pain and joy, seeking liberation and divine love.
Present Muslim world is in greater need of private home-based sheikhs than public pulpit-based ones. The community is disintegrating and so are individuals going through identity clashes
Politics deprive the land and people of peace. The heart beat of an average Malayalee is tuned to the political wrangling of various parties and groups. In Kerala, two is a company and three is a party!
A thought-provoking contemplation on the impact of divine love, questioning the speaker’s existence without it.
Human weaknesses are no excuse to shy away from spiritual struggle. Hope will bring the lover’s aspiration to fruition alludes Mujeeb Jaihoon
I answered your every plea
From every evil I set you free
I caged compassion amid your ribs
My remembrance danced on your lips
Countless favors on you I bestowed
Although very little had you bowed
Tell me, O my slave
What for Me you have?
How is it possible that the Dear one of the Lord, who is the most perfect being after the Lord himself, is addressed as Unlettered?
Lovers repeat and rotate the same old tale of love masquerading with new symbols, just like the deceptive wine-seller— an eccentric poem by Jaihoon
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poem celebrating the bittersweet melodies of separation and the triumph of love.
Islam is a religion of hope and determination. Never has the Beloved Leader of humanity let them lose hope- not in this world not in the next.
Discover the story of a devout follower finding peace in the ‘Merciful Him’, amidst a world lost in the mundane.
Love is a divine gift, and those who cherish it should never presume it’s irrevocable.
In the process of giving such complements, there is no need to hunt or steal others’ verses. Just say it from your heart which is suffice. Poetry is nothing but the water flowing from the heart’s basin. And love is a rain-bearing cloud which pours water into that basin!.. by Jaihoon
Yet we dream of matters high and great
Beggars we are- knocking at the King’s gate
Here I present to You such a desire
Foolish I am though daring to aspire
Let my name be heard before the Beloved
When my greetings to him is swiftly delivered
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poem about the power of a smile to mend a broken heart and bring one closer to God.
Discover the power of gratitude and how it can lead to an abundance of blessings in this tale of unwavering devotion from a humble servant.
Mujeeb Jaihoon’s poem on the silent suffering and unwavering hope that blossom in the face of unrequited love
After suffering through years of solitude, a seeker pleads for the sweet honey of Affinity to be poured into their heart.
O Rabb, how much?
To thank and praise You
How much should
My gratitude fetch?
If I fail to give you the same in return
I fear His Justice will bring the hell-burn
O Tasbih! Pray to your Merciful Rabb
Like yours, may my heart always in love rub
Love is too great a flower to bloom on this earth and too long a song to hum in this short life, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon
O the sincere slaves of God! Why do you think this hypocrite writes this ode? He too wishes to raise his hand from the crowd…
They say everything is fair in love and war
Who gets what and where, this is from justice far
A single drop of Kawthar may I beg you in return
On the dreadful day sun will close to my head burn
Let my heart drown in the flood of his love
So that-
I sail with smile when after death I am made alive
You can shed your human tears later too
But love has earthly moments but a few
I wonder how lovers have time to fight
Do they forget the moment of soul’s flight
Is my love for you the sole reason why / Time is passing so slowly as moon in the sky? / Should I think of you with a lovely-hate? / So that your love may bloom not so late
In the past,
Your pen was sharpened with pain of solitude-
Now with Affinity,
What will inspire your boat’s ride with such a tide?
For how long can I hope for a candle?
Where is a noble soul for faith to kindle?
I am fed up with this merciless system
Which strips the tree, leaving the stem
They have sent a hundred blessings and peace / The Cool Breeze has increased from Hind to Hijaz
A lover left in awe after receiving an instant Him-loving reply from the Beloved.
It continue to rise in air
Seeing its way only higher
Once freed of the low earthly desires
Her love blows air to it and inspires
In a lovesick poem, Jaihoon uses the metaphor of a nightingale, yearning for a rose, to depict the pain of obsessive love.
What does it cost him to travel in a dream?
What to ask so much from this world’s merciless system?
No need to pass through the man-made blockade
No need to break from the world of winning bread…
“At all times I secretly beg to my Merciful Him
Ya Rabb!
When in my sight will Majnun appear to coolness bring?”
Prayers from loved ones often receive quicker response than our own.
No. What joy is there for this nightingale? Who is far from his wonderful land of hill…
Over those slaves they keep a close watch/ Who make their actions with Beloved match
Your lips by it shall become sweet / Even the taste of honey will it defeat / Lift the veil of solitude to lend me your ears
The poet feels undeserving of a precious gift and expresses a desire for deeper faith and understanding.
Loneliness transforms the falcon into an owl, blinding its sight.
Ah! I am myself throwing mud in the head
Where shall my soul find its bread?
I cried much for my mentors’ reach
I waited long on Destiny’s beach…
Even then keep care as every step you advance/For you are where even wind is polite as it blows
They burn their own selves
Hence, light at night is seen by His Slaves
Tonight we are heading as guests
Towards that Blessed House…
A poem inspired while seated beside outside the wall of Rawdha Shareef
Here it is, O Dear! Here it is…, Arabia in flesh and blood here is!
Contemplating the value of meeting those in the heart, the agony of parting, and the search for comfort and connection.
The cursed devil is selling that fruit for free
His slaves unable to identify that Forbidden Tree
He has chained the slaves of God
In their own lands they are tied…
The heart’s pain has a purpose, bringing others closer to Him, as the speaker shares his struggle to stay true to his calling
In search of an illuminating guide, questioning if hope remains. The Guide I searched, Day and night. Such a Gem, Never fell into hands. The Cup-bearer, I saw in dream. […]
A powerful dream of farewell and faith prompts reflection on the mysterious ways of the divine.
What makes a believer different from non-believer is his capacity to hope for Allah’s Mercy. The slave may despise himself, cursing and wailing before Him.
I was no longer the nervous participant, but the judge who gave the judgment. And it had a ‘personal excitement’ of its own…
Oh! Lord did a favor on this colorful world
When this Full Moon’s face He partly showed
What would we sinners be, O Tasbih, in this world and next?
To see the gates of Paradise he would be the only pretext.
A struggling artist recalls the invaluable advice of a wise friend, sparking a journey of self-discovery and creative exploration
The definition begins with a suspense and ends with the revelation of the secret. The middle part is the important part that establishes the relationship between the heart and the personality
If you ask Jaihoon in one sentence about the feeling that one gets after watching the movie, then he’d rather quote the words of a character who says at the end of the movie, ‘I wish I was alive during the lifetime of Prophet’s companions’ to feel, to experience, to see and hear, to inhale the fragrance of Beloved of Lord. Review of Muhammad: The Last Prophet
Visiting the sick one, no matter on what creed does his heart feed, brings in the visitor a sense of humility. Perhaps it will refine the believer’s heart better than listening to a mind-blowing seminar delivered by an expert on religion
Let us evaluate our position. In the era when the major corporate houses are overvaluing their stock, let us be honest and honest, with outmost trust. Do not over value. Do not under value. Just at par value
Walk and sit like Rasoolullah. Be like the beloved of Allah. When anyone looks at you, they should remember Rasoolullah— thoughts from a Friday sermon.
When our belly is full, we stop to think. When our belly is full, in laziness we are sunk. When our belly is full, we stop where we are
Perhaps he is only trying to avenge his humiliation at the hands of Uncle Sam.