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!
The Poet’s Blind Spot
The poet, who is knowledgeable in abstract concepts, is taken to task for his ignorance of everyday things.
A Garden’s Plea
A poetic exchange where flowers lament human indifference, urging appreciation for nature’s gifts, amidst the chaos of daily life.
A crazy poet bred on the sands of Madina
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
O Who Is Never Fed up!
The benevolent Creator is never fed up with our constant pleas even as He wraps our crimes with His Mercy— writes Mujeeb Jaihoon