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?
The Gift from Almighty
Embraced by the Chosen, bestowed by the Creator, this Gift empowers martyrs, scholars, and lovers to express their bliss.
Sweet since Night One!
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 Dream-like Prize
The poet longs to use his wax-like heart’s elegant Flame to uncover Love’s divine secrets at every chance.
The Love-dyed Bride
Lovers can sustain no other desire when they stand in the presence of the Beloved, writes Mujeeb Jaihoon