AL-GHADIR:
KALUBALE GA ‘YAN SHI’A
✍ Dr. Mansur Sokoto
18/12/1434M
22/10/2013M
*BISMILLAHIR RAHMANIR RAHIM*
*INGANTACCEN LABARIN GHADIR:*
Ma’anar Ghadir:
Kalmar Ghadir a larabce, tana nufin wurin da ya tara ruwa da ciyawa.
“Ghadir Khum” sunan wani tafki ne da yake a yankin Juhfa, kilomita 15 daga Rabigh. Nisan sa daga Makka kilomita 160 ne.
Labarin Ghadir:
Annabi Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam ya aiki Khalid dan Walid a matsayin kwamandan rundunar da za ta yi yaki a kasar Yaman daf da fara aikin Hajjin shekara ta 10H, hajjin da Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam da kansa ya jagoranta.
Bayan da rundunar musulmi ta ci nasara sai Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam ya aika Sayyidi Ali don ya kula da sha’anin Ganimar da aka samu.
Ali Radhiyallahu Anhu ya raba Ganima, kuma ya cire hakkin Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam na Khumusi kamar yadda Alkur’ani ya zayyana. Daga ciki kuma ya cire ma kansa wata kuyanga da ta ba shi shawa.
Sayyidi Ali bai bata lokaci ba ya zarce zuwa Makka don ya riski maigidansa Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam a wurin aikin Hajji. Ya kuma wakilta wani daga cikin sojoji akan sauran aikin da ya rage.
Domin ya dadada ran sojojin, wakilin Sayyidi Ali ya raba ma su tufafi kyawawa daga cikin abin da aka ganimanto. Ya kuma yi ma su izini kowa ya hau rakumin da yake so daga cikin kayan Ganima. Kafin haka, sojoji sun gabatar da bukatar haka ga Sayyidi Ali amma bai amince ba. Sai ya ce ma su, rabonku sai an je Madina.
Sojojin wannan runduna sun hadu da Sayyidi Ali tare da Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam a kan hanyar su ta dawowa bayan gama aikin Hajji. Sayyidi Ali ya nuna rashin jin dadinsa a kan wannan rabo da aka yi kafin lokacin yinsa. Nan take ya yi umurni duk su sauka daga rakuman, suka kuma mayar da tufafin da aka raba masu. Rayukansu sun baci matuka a kan haka kuma sun kai karar sa ga Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam suna zargin sa da cewa ya kuntata masu.
Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam ya iso Ghadir Khum, kuma ya lura da fushi a fuskar wadannan sojoji. Ya yi huduba yana tambayar su ((ألستُ أولى بالمؤمنين من أنفسهم))؟! “Ashe ban fi muminai cancanta da kawunansu ba?” Suka ce masa, haka ne. Sai ya ce, ((فمن كنت مولاه، فعلي مولاه)) “To, duk wanda nake majibincinsa Ali ma majibincinsa ne”. Ma’ana, bai dace ku bata ranku a kan hukuncin da ya yi ba.
Da wannan babban jagora ya kwantar da wannan rikici da rashin fahimta, ya kuma nuna wajabcin a yi ma jagora da’a, sa’annan ya bayyana matsayin dan uwansa Sayyidi Ali a wurin muminai. Sojojin suka ba shi hakuri, suka gane matsayinsa, suka wuce Madina tare da sauran ayarin mahajjata da suke tare da shi.
Wannan shi ne abin da ya faru. Illa iyaka.
TATSUNIYAR GHADIR
‘Yan Shi’a sun ribaci wannan abin da ya faru kuma ya zo ya wuce kamar sauran ire-irensa. Suka fankama shi, suka fadada shi, suka mayar da shi wani gagarumin bukin nadin sarauta. Suka kuma jefi duk Sahabban Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam da kin Allah da kauce ma gaskiya, da jayayya da wannan nadi da suka ce an yi.
Wannan akidar ta Ghadir a matsayin ranar buki ba a san ta a cikin tarihi ba sai bayan sama da shekaru 340 gwamnatin Shi’a ta Buwaihawa ta kago wannan bidi’a a kasar Iraqi. Suka mayar da ranar 18 ga watan Dhul Hajji a matsayin ranar wannan buki ta kowace shekara. Sukan taru a wurin kaburburan manyansu suna ta kururuwa suna la’antar masoyan Allah wadanda suka ce sun kauce ma umurni Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam da ya bayar na mika mulki ga maigida Sayyidi Ali.
Sun kago ruwayoyi barkatai a kan falalar wannan rana, cikin su har da cewa wai, Imam Ar-Ridha ya ce, da mutane sun san matsayi da falalar wannan rana da Mala’iku sun rinka musafaha da su har sau goma a kowace rana.
Haka kuma sun kitsa tatsuniyoyi masu nuna wai, manyan Sahabbai sun yi ma Ali mubaya’a amma a munafurce, sannan suka shirya makarkashiyar kashe Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam. A cikin su kuma wai har da duk sauran tara daga cikin mutane goma da Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam ya yi ma su bushara da aljanna.
KALUBALE GA ‘YAN SHI’A
Muna kalubalantar ‘yan Shi’a a kan wannan batu da wadannan tambayoyi:
1. Idan wannan magana ta Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam cewa “Duk wanda nake majibincinsa Ali ma majibincinsa ne” tana nuna wajabcin shugabantar da shi, to me za ku ce game da fadar Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam “Ko wace al’umma tana da amintacce, mu kuma amintaccenmu a cikin wannan al’umma shi ne Abu Ubaida”? Wa ya fi cancanta a cikin su kenan?
2. Idan har gaskiya ne an yi wannan nadin kamar yadda kuke cewa, me ya sa ba a umurci Sayyidi Ali da ya ci gaba da ba da Sallah ba musamman bayan da ciwon ajali ya kama Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam?
3. Me ya sa ba ayi wannan bukin a zamanin da Sayyidi Ali yake Khalifa ba ko Sayyidi Al-Hasan ko a zamanin duk Imamanku goma sha daya da suka rayu kafin Malam Na-boye (Mahadinku) ya zo duniya? Me ya sa sai lokacin da Buwaihi Bafarise mai kamun kifi ya kafa gwamnati sannan aka fara wannan buki a shekarar 352H?
4. Idan hudubar Ghadir tana nufin nadin sarauta ne, me ya sa ba ayi ta a Makka ba in da duk alhazan duniya suka taru su sama da mahajjata dubu dari?
5. Ashe Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam bai yi hudubobi a can Makka da Minna da Arafat ba? Me ya sa bai ware huduba ta musamman a kan wannan babbar maganar ta halifancin Sayyidi Ali ba?
6. Ashe Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam bai yi huduba a kan jinainai da dukiyoyi a ranar babbar sallah ba? Ashe bai yi ma al’umma wasici da muhimman abubuwan da suke bukatar sani ba? Ita wannan maganar ba ta kai muhimmancinsu ba ne ya manta da ita? Me ya sa sai da aka watse, kowa ya bi hanyar garinsu saura mutanen Madina kawai suka rage sannan ya yi wannan magana a cikin sunkurmin daji a tafkin Ghadir?
7. Ya ya aka yi Sahabbai suka riwaito wannan hudubar ta Ghadir alhalin kun ce sun boye kaso biyu cikin uku na Alkur’ani masu bayyana falalar Ahlulbaiti?
8. Kun ce duk rikicin da musulmi suka shiga a tsawon tarihi dalilin kauce ma wannan umurni na ranar Ghadir ne da sahabbai suka yi. Me ya sa Alkur’ani ya yi biris da labarin Ghadir?
9. Allah Tabaraka wa Ta’ala ya saukar da sura ta musamman a cikin Alkur’ani kan maganar Hudaibiya da mubaya’ar da sahabbai suka yi ma Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam da har wuri da bishiyar da suka yi mubaya’a a karkashinta, kuma ya ce ya yarda da su a kan haka bisa ga abin da ke cikin zukatansu na imani da ikhlasi. Kuma ya ce, a lokacin da suke yi ma Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam mubaya’a hannun Allah yana saman nasu. Me ya sa idan har an yi wannan mubaya’a Allah bai kawo ta ba a cikin Alkur’ani?
10. Mubaya’ar da mata suka yi ma Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam ita ma Allah ya kawo labarinta cikin Suratul Mumtahana. Shin ita wannan mubaya’ar ta Ghadir ba ta da muhimmanci ne irin wannan mubaya’ar mata ko kuwa?
‘Yan Shi’a ku ji tsoron Allah! Malamanku suna zargin Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam da boye wannan bayani wai a cikin Makka har suna cewa a kan wannan boyewar da ya yi sai da Allah ya saukar da ayar ”Ya kai wannan manzo ka isar da sakon da aka saukar ma ka daga wurin Ubangijinka. Idan kuwa har ba ka yi ba to, ba ka isar da sakonsa ba. Kuma Allah zai kare ka daga mutane”. To, sannan wai, ya tsaya a Ghadir Khum ya isar da wannan sako. Ku ji tsoron Allah! Ku darajanta manzonsa, ku koma ga gaskiya.
Wallahi, Sayyidi Abubakar da Sayyidi Umar da Sayyidi Usmanu da ma duk sauran sahabbai almajiran Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam ba su jiye ma Sayyidi Ali da kome. Kuma ba su da wani kwadayi ga duniya balle su nemi shugabanci. Allah Ta’ala da kansa cewa ya yi a kan su:
((للفقراء المهاجرين الذين أُخرجوا من ديارهم وأموالهم يبتغون فضلا من الله ورضوانا وينصرون الله ورسوله أولئك هم الصادقون))
“-A bayar da Fai’i- ga talakawa Muhajirai wadanda aka fitar da su daga gidajensu da dukiyoyinsu suna neman falala daga Allah da yarda, kuma suna taimakon Allah da manzonsa. Wadancan su ne masu gaskiya”
To, ka ji. An kore su daga garuruwansu, aka kwace dukiyarsu kuma a cikin zukatansu ba zaman gida ko mallakar dukiya ne a gabansu ba. Babban gurinsu shi ne taimakon Allah da manzonsa. Ka kuma ji Allah ya ce ma su masu gaskiya. Don Allah ta ina wadannan za su yi kwacen mulki kuma har su shirya ma Manzon Allah Sallallahu Alaihi wa Sallam makarkashiyar kisan sa?!
Ya Allah! Ka shiryar da bayinka, ka ceto su daga muguwar akidar da Farisawa ‘yan bautar wuta suka kago suka lullube ta da rigar musulunci don su halaka su. Allahumma Ameen.
Friday, 31 August 2018
Friday, 17 August 2018
Friday, 1 June 2018
Saturday, 28 April 2018
Poem - QUEEN OF BLACKS - AFRICA - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
QUEEN OF BLACKS
Covered in brown and black colours,
Strength and bravery,she honours,
In pure beauty she blooms,
Shimmering like a gold in the midst of silvers,
With a soul of green gardens and culture
Her seeds in harmony,she natures,
In persistency and hardworking,they mature,
Happiness is all you see in their pure, white eyes,
Discolouring the melanin with the brightest smile ever.
A home of love,peace and unity,
With pride embracing humanity.
Without darkness,she got injured;
Weak in education,
Human rights depletion,
Poor environmental services and nutrition.
But mother is hope itself,
Grooming new seeds with greatness,Hope and love,
To heal her wounded parts and garden her jewels and heart,
All she needs are hardworking,consistent and dedicating seeds,
That'll bloom and grow into great trees and her pride,
And breed generations of colorful flowers with joy,
She's the mother of mothers,
Goddess of love,
Queen of blacks,
AFRICA;our home.
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Covered in brown and black colours,
Strength and bravery,she honours,
In pure beauty she blooms,
Shimmering like a gold in the midst of silvers,
With a soul of green gardens and culture
Her seeds in harmony,she natures,
In persistency and hardworking,they mature,
Happiness is all you see in their pure, white eyes,
Discolouring the melanin with the brightest smile ever.
A home of love,peace and unity,
With pride embracing humanity.
Without darkness,she got injured;
Weak in education,
Human rights depletion,
Poor environmental services and nutrition.
But mother is hope itself,
Grooming new seeds with greatness,Hope and love,
To heal her wounded parts and garden her jewels and heart,
All she needs are hardworking,consistent and dedicating seeds,
That'll bloom and grow into great trees and her pride,
And breed generations of colorful flowers with joy,
She's the mother of mothers,
Goddess of love,
Queen of blacks,
AFRICA;our home.
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
BACK TO SCHOOL TUESDAY 03-04-2018😊 ZMM
# BACK TO SCHOOL TUESDAY
03-04-2018😊
After having a captivating break, for almost my entire plans worked out. I commenced preparing for class yesterday as i knew i had got used to having adequte hours of sleep.
I started getting ready for lectures by 6:00am as usual, took my bath and had a light breakfast of cornflakes by 7:20am.
Left for class by 7:40am, we had an intresting lectures on Environmental health(commed) and the day continued in anticipation for other lecturers that didn't show up. In a nutshell, today was still part of the break!
03-04-2018😊
After having a captivating break, for almost my entire plans worked out. I commenced preparing for class yesterday as i knew i had got used to having adequte hours of sleep.
I started getting ready for lectures by 6:00am as usual, took my bath and had a light breakfast of cornflakes by 7:20am.
Left for class by 7:40am, we had an intresting lectures on Environmental health(commed) and the day continued in anticipation for other lecturers that didn't show up. In a nutshell, today was still part of the break!
BACKTOSCHOOL - MAJ
The break was over soon as it started. Wasn't all that glittery, there were two weddings I was supposed to attend, both at different places, but I attended none. I know right, I'm a fun killer. I love myself that way. 😎
I tried reading, couldn't treat myself to my satisfaction. Though I read enough to last me a day in my challenging field of study. What can I do? That's who I am.
The only thing that brought fun and joy to me was the freshers day. It was fun and lit. I enjoyed my time judiciously. What can I do? I'm the fun type 😎.
Yesterday was Monday, I only did 1 thing that's productive, wash my clothes 🤪. The rest of the day, I slept like a baby, I had a good resounding sleep after time immemorial.
Today been Tuesday, the break has to break, I woke up earlier than ever, fully refreshed. Determined to get all the lectures of the understood by my unserious self, I ended up at my favorite spot, the backseat 😎,After the first lecture, I wondered off only to find myself in the evening in my bed, what to do? That's how i roll. Nevertheless I've got to cover,so this is the life I've chosen for myself, the life of reading and it's time to face it.
#BACKTOSCHOOL
MAJ
I tried reading, couldn't treat myself to my satisfaction. Though I read enough to last me a day in my challenging field of study. What can I do? That's who I am.
The only thing that brought fun and joy to me was the freshers day. It was fun and lit. I enjoyed my time judiciously. What can I do? I'm the fun type 😎.
Yesterday was Monday, I only did 1 thing that's productive, wash my clothes 🤪. The rest of the day, I slept like a baby, I had a good resounding sleep after time immemorial.
Today been Tuesday, the break has to break, I woke up earlier than ever, fully refreshed. Determined to get all the lectures of the understood by my unserious self, I ended up at my favorite spot, the backseat 😎,After the first lecture, I wondered off only to find myself in the evening in my bed, what to do? That's how i roll. Nevertheless I've got to cover,so this is the life I've chosen for myself, the life of reading and it's time to face it.
#BACKTOSCHOOL
MAJ
BACK TO SCHOOL TUESDAY 03-04-2018 - ABU JA'AFAR- ALMUSTAPHA UMAR LAMIDO
#BACK TO SCHOOL TUESDAY 03-04-2018😭😭😭
I gave up on my plans yesterday . ''This holiday is the right time for me to revise all the topics we were lectured from the beginning of this posting'' l thought last Wednesday, ''or even read in advance''. I could not assimilate as fast as l expected, l was dealing with entirely new disciplines, not the ones my sister is still struggling with😊, ( l mean you 👆🏿...🙊)
As usual l began my preparations some minutes past 7am. I descended the staircase with my empty bucket in one hand and a new lab coat encapsulated in a transparent polythene bag in the other. I fetched a bucketful of water at the tap, entered the bathroom at the ground floor, bathed, exited, fetched a bucketful of water again and ascended, as usual, to the higher centers, where my room is, just close to our class chairman's.
As fast as l could, l ate my breakfast, dressed up, dusted my shoes😆 and *comot* for the day's, Tuesday's job.
So late in a group of habitual late comers we arrived the class and met the lecturer discussing gender issues, commed😁😁😁
I gave up on my plans yesterday . ''This holiday is the right time for me to revise all the topics we were lectured from the beginning of this posting'' l thought last Wednesday, ''or even read in advance''. I could not assimilate as fast as l expected, l was dealing with entirely new disciplines, not the ones my sister is still struggling with😊, ( l mean you 👆🏿...🙊)
As usual l began my preparations some minutes past 7am. I descended the staircase with my empty bucket in one hand and a new lab coat encapsulated in a transparent polythene bag in the other. I fetched a bucketful of water at the tap, entered the bathroom at the ground floor, bathed, exited, fetched a bucketful of water again and ascended, as usual, to the higher centers, where my room is, just close to our class chairman's.
As fast as l could, l ate my breakfast, dressed up, dusted my shoes😆 and *comot* for the day's, Tuesday's job.
So late in a group of habitual late comers we arrived the class and met the lecturer discussing gender issues, commed😁😁😁
AIR POLLUTION AND ASTHMA - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
AIR POLLUTION AND ASTHMA
Air pollution is any visible or invisible particle or gas found in the air that is not part of the natural composition of the air. Some of the particles are;carbon dioxide,sulphur oxides,nitrogen oxides,volatile organic compounds,toxic metals ammonia,odors,radioactive substances,ground level ozone,dust,smoke.e.t.c.it comes from many different sources ,some are man made and some are naturally occurring.some of the natural sources are;dust from large areas of land with little or no vegetation, radon gas from radioactive decay within the earth crust,smoke and carbon monoxide from wildfires,volcanic activities and some of the man made sources are;smoke stacks of power plants,furnaces and other fuel-burning heating devices,wood,drop waste ,dung,smoke from vehicles,fumes from paint,hair spray,varnish and other solvents,waste deposition in landfills which generate methane,military resources such as nuclear weapons,toxic gas,burning of diets in a population filled area,grilling of food in an open area by the street. All these cause air pollution which triggers asthma symptoms or an asthma attack if one has the condition,leading to increase in pain and suffering of asthmatic patients,it has high effects because it leads to breathing difficulties and sometimes cessation of breath for a minute or two for the patients,just imagine the pain they go through and what their families go through each day they're exposed to air pollutants especially those with severe asthma;it's a pain that the mind can't think of and the heart can't take. It's clear that we can't prevent or stop the natural causes, but at least we can prevent or reduce the man made causes with all that we can, in order to help the asthmatic patients control their illness and also many respiratory diseases,cardiovascular diseases, cancer, and to reduce the cases of mortality caused by air pollution.we should stop dirt burning within the community,stop littering our environment and for those that grill food such as meat in an open place should please find a covered place to do so,though it's also a great problem,but it'll reduce the causes of out door air pollution. And for the asthmatics,you should try all your best to prevent all what triggers your illness,provide public awareness about the effects of air pollution and use face mask,it protects the inhalation of air pollutants,prevent indoor air pollution and also use your medications well, especially your preventers and by that,there'll be a decrease in the rate of asthmatic attacks and death.
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
please share,in order to save lives.
Air pollution is any visible or invisible particle or gas found in the air that is not part of the natural composition of the air. Some of the particles are;carbon dioxide,sulphur oxides,nitrogen oxides,volatile organic compounds,toxic metals ammonia,odors,radioactive substances,ground level ozone,dust,smoke.e.t.c.it comes from many different sources ,some are man made and some are naturally occurring.some of the natural sources are;dust from large areas of land with little or no vegetation, radon gas from radioactive decay within the earth crust,smoke and carbon monoxide from wildfires,volcanic activities and some of the man made sources are;smoke stacks of power plants,furnaces and other fuel-burning heating devices,wood,drop waste ,dung,smoke from vehicles,fumes from paint,hair spray,varnish and other solvents,waste deposition in landfills which generate methane,military resources such as nuclear weapons,toxic gas,burning of diets in a population filled area,grilling of food in an open area by the street. All these cause air pollution which triggers asthma symptoms or an asthma attack if one has the condition,leading to increase in pain and suffering of asthmatic patients,it has high effects because it leads to breathing difficulties and sometimes cessation of breath for a minute or two for the patients,just imagine the pain they go through and what their families go through each day they're exposed to air pollutants especially those with severe asthma;it's a pain that the mind can't think of and the heart can't take. It's clear that we can't prevent or stop the natural causes, but at least we can prevent or reduce the man made causes with all that we can, in order to help the asthmatic patients control their illness and also many respiratory diseases,cardiovascular diseases, cancer, and to reduce the cases of mortality caused by air pollution.we should stop dirt burning within the community,stop littering our environment and for those that grill food such as meat in an open place should please find a covered place to do so,though it's also a great problem,but it'll reduce the causes of out door air pollution. And for the asthmatics,you should try all your best to prevent all what triggers your illness,provide public awareness about the effects of air pollution and use face mask,it protects the inhalation of air pollutants,prevent indoor air pollution and also use your medications well, especially your preventers and by that,there'll be a decrease in the rate of asthmatic attacks and death.
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
please share,in order to save lives.
Break - Fatima Muhammad Sani
Today's Tuesday,a new day and we're back to school after a short Easter break. I woke up without the joy of wanting to go to school as I always do. I was not feeling fine,having a little dyspnea,and I had to dress up early for school because my sister had a morning lecture and I had to go to the bank to pay my school fees coux we had issues about our registration. It was stressful and great coux it was the first day that I paid my school fees by myself,which indicates that am now an adult and we had only physiology lecture,luckily we didn't receive a surprised test ,and I got the chance to read my notes after a long time without opening them coux I felt motivated during the holiday. I slept to relieved and after that I chatted with my bestie who ended up cracking an joke about being ill which nearly gave me CHF,it was'nt funny at all and some of my friends,I shared some things and laughed. In summary,today was okay.
Break - Maryam Salman
*BackFromBreak*; this should be fun.
(TUESDAY ): We know how the 1st day of resumption can be stressful and full of activities and we would love to hear from you in writing how it all went down. Works are to be received with the hash tag #BACKTOSCHOOL
Encounter#
Monday might be stressful but not like this last one.
Haven finished with exams, I started at home with my Sis.
And then we went to madrasah together by 4:00pm.
We came back and enjoyed a merry chitchat with the family.
Maybe no encounter. No stressful Monday.
Pressing phone almost all day
#BACKTOSCHOOL
So today was kinda good to me. Being Tuesday, I had no morning lectures. It was an advantage because I slept late. So morning, I slept like a baby 😂
I woke up by 9am brushed and took my bath. Then thoughts of what to eat came flooding I was almost crying as I remembered that just 24hours ago I was served breakfast like a princess. After deliberating, thinking and redeliberating I finally settled for Noodles🍜 and fried eggs with a cup of SHAYI☕as usual.
I'm a slow eater so I took 45 minutes to clear the plates.
I hurriedly dressed up, did some finishing touches to my face and clothes😉. And while saying my Azkar I stepped out to do what we do(BOKO)
(TUESDAY ): We know how the 1st day of resumption can be stressful and full of activities and we would love to hear from you in writing how it all went down. Works are to be received with the hash tag #BACKTOSCHOOL
Encounter#
Monday might be stressful but not like this last one.
Haven finished with exams, I started at home with my Sis.
And then we went to madrasah together by 4:00pm.
We came back and enjoyed a merry chitchat with the family.
Maybe no encounter. No stressful Monday.
Pressing phone almost all day
#BACKTOSCHOOL
So today was kinda good to me. Being Tuesday, I had no morning lectures. It was an advantage because I slept late. So morning, I slept like a baby 😂
I woke up by 9am brushed and took my bath. Then thoughts of what to eat came flooding I was almost crying as I remembered that just 24hours ago I was served breakfast like a princess. After deliberating, thinking and redeliberating I finally settled for Noodles🍜 and fried eggs with a cup of SHAYI☕as usual.
I'm a slow eater so I took 45 minutes to clear the plates.
I hurriedly dressed up, did some finishing touches to my face and clothes😉. And while saying my Azkar I stepped out to do what we do(BOKO)
*TRUE LOVE IN IT'S HUMAN FORM* FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI*
*TRUE LOVE IN IT'S HUMAN FORM*
_Call it love and devotion,
Call it a Mum's adoration,
A special bond of creation,
Thy strong foundation,
So strong like a rock,
So goodly like a star forsooth.
The world with her strength,she rocks
24/7,she tirelessly works
A heroine without a cape,
Created with extraordinary super powers.
True love in it's human form,
She does more than she can doth,
Because she wants a wonderful life for her babies,
She gives them all her love,
Nobody matters like them.
Holds everything together like a glue,
With a soul so cool,deop and blue,
A queen without a crown,
A goddess in her children's eye,
Always a life saver.
Facing the hard life without a fear,
Well preparedth for any obstacle that blocks her way,
She's always there for thee during rain and shine,
The first person that believes in thee,
Thy doctor,friend and bank for thy worries and tears,
Thy problem solver, with a magical hug that heals everything .
The truest person to thee,who tells thee when you're doing good or bad.
Her goal is always to make thee smile no matter what,
'Sacrifice' is what she's compassed with,
For thou,she sacrifices her life,youth,wynn and more.
One with the sweetest name ever,
Which means millions of words,
MOTHER,she's called.
DEDICATED TO ALL MOTHERS,MAY GOD BLESS THEM WITH HIS INFINITE MERCY._
*FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI*
_Call it love and devotion,
Call it a Mum's adoration,
A special bond of creation,
Thy strong foundation,
So strong like a rock,
So goodly like a star forsooth.
The world with her strength,she rocks
24/7,she tirelessly works
A heroine without a cape,
Created with extraordinary super powers.
True love in it's human form,
She does more than she can doth,
Because she wants a wonderful life for her babies,
She gives them all her love,
Nobody matters like them.
Holds everything together like a glue,
With a soul so cool,deop and blue,
A queen without a crown,
A goddess in her children's eye,
Always a life saver.
Facing the hard life without a fear,
Well preparedth for any obstacle that blocks her way,
She's always there for thee during rain and shine,
The first person that believes in thee,
Thy doctor,friend and bank for thy worries and tears,
Thy problem solver, with a magical hug that heals everything .
The truest person to thee,who tells thee when you're doing good or bad.
Her goal is always to make thee smile no matter what,
'Sacrifice' is what she's compassed with,
For thou,she sacrifices her life,youth,wynn and more.
One with the sweetest name ever,
Which means millions of words,
MOTHER,she's called.
DEDICATED TO ALL MOTHERS,MAY GOD BLESS THEM WITH HIS INFINITE MERCY._
*FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI*
POEM - POOR NIGERIAN CHILD - MARYAM SALMAN
Dilapidated buildings and inadequate health facilities.
Insufficient health workers and poor working conditions
Why?
Nigeria Why? Nigerians Why?
Is it a crime to be poor?
They didn't ask to be poor, it's just circumstances.
They chose people to represent them.
But then, they exist no more to these people.
They're suffering in silence
Nobody hears them.
Children are sick and dying;
Malnutrition, diarrhoea, they battle with everyday.
Malaria seems to be a neighbour.
Their welfare has being abandoned.
Their plight, the government doesn't know of
They conceal their agony
and suffer in silence feeling abandoned.
Be their voice!
*For all the people in undeveloped settlements suffering from Inadequate Health care Services*
*Maryam Salman (Quills On Scrolls)*
Insufficient health workers and poor working conditions
Why?
Nigeria Why? Nigerians Why?
Is it a crime to be poor?
They didn't ask to be poor, it's just circumstances.
They chose people to represent them.
But then, they exist no more to these people.
They're suffering in silence
Nobody hears them.
Children are sick and dying;
Malnutrition, diarrhoea, they battle with everyday.
Malaria seems to be a neighbour.
Their welfare has being abandoned.
Their plight, the government doesn't know of
They conceal their agony
and suffer in silence feeling abandoned.
Be their voice!
*For all the people in undeveloped settlements suffering from Inadequate Health care Services*
*Maryam Salman (Quills On Scrolls)*
*MY SHAYI☕* - MARYAM SALMAN
*MY SHAYI☕*
A symbol of friendship
A herbal nourishing drink of the average Hausa man
My Shayi☕
My black Shayi scented with ginger and cloves
My Companion in all weather conditions
I love my Shayi☕
Black and too hot for you
*Shayi: A hausa word for Tea
*Maryam Salman*
A symbol of friendship
A herbal nourishing drink of the average Hausa man
My Shayi☕
My black Shayi scented with ginger and cloves
My Companion in all weather conditions
I love my Shayi☕
Black and too hot for you
*Shayi: A hausa word for Tea
*Maryam Salman*
My life - MAJ
I'm frightened of what's to come,
For life seems not to abscond,
As my fantasy grows narrower,
The enthusiasm fades like the trade,
The more I saw the less it becomes,
It curls but of difficulty,
Sometimes I feel like to deter,
But of what use is life without hurdles?
Even in our fantasies we like mysteries,
The higher I go the steeper it becomes,
Just like a rope curled into a corn,
It's difficult to make but beautiful to site.
My life
MAJ
For life seems not to abscond,
As my fantasy grows narrower,
The enthusiasm fades like the trade,
The more I saw the less it becomes,
It curls but of difficulty,
Sometimes I feel like to deter,
But of what use is life without hurdles?
Even in our fantasies we like mysteries,
The higher I go the steeper it becomes,
Just like a rope curled into a corn,
It's difficult to make but beautiful to site.
My life
MAJ
POEM - LIFE AS A ROPE - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
LIFE AS A ROPE
Like the rope tied,
Bigger circles below and smaller above,
Our hopes decrease in length,
Due to the challenges of life.
We've had many wishes,dreams and hopes when we were little,
But all reduced as life goes on,
That's how it works
But anything can be changed,
It's a sparkling rope of life,
Twisted and rolled into that,
It can be unrolled to a single rope
And tied to a different shape with hope
And the way it worked can be moped.
Setting the levels of our dreams and hopes to be equal
From childhood to adulthood,
Not only remaining constant,but increasing with time
So,let's tie our ropes in the weirdest pattern to suit the levels of our dreams
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Like the rope tied,
Bigger circles below and smaller above,
Our hopes decrease in length,
Due to the challenges of life.
We've had many wishes,dreams and hopes when we were little,
But all reduced as life goes on,
That's how it works
But anything can be changed,
It's a sparkling rope of life,
Twisted and rolled into that,
It can be unrolled to a single rope
And tied to a different shape with hope
And the way it worked can be moped.
Setting the levels of our dreams and hopes to be equal
From childhood to adulthood,
Not only remaining constant,but increasing with time
So,let's tie our ropes in the weirdest pattern to suit the levels of our dreams
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
POETRY TALENT - Memories - Fateemah Sumda
Memories
I watched as you faded like dusk into a darkness uncontained.you faded into a moonless night devoid of stars. you where once my sun in the sky. but you turned into a whisper in the wind. we were so real like living dreams. all of a sudden you became invisible. all that's left is feelings in memory .once upon a time we stumbled upon our love which I thought will last forever. tonight is another for which I reminisce...on a story long told.
I watched as you faded like dusk into a darkness uncontained.you faded into a moonless night devoid of stars. you where once my sun in the sky. but you turned into a whisper in the wind. we were so real like living dreams. all of a sudden you became invisible. all that's left is feelings in memory .once upon a time we stumbled upon our love which I thought will last forever. tonight is another for which I reminisce...on a story long told.
POEM - GANEEY TOYYIB
Inscribed on the wall
Are flowers with dropping nectar
But I see the wall incomplete
Cos of the twisted rope
To the front
To the right
Is the rope twisted
Till a twisted hill is formed
Such is the twisting
The traveler of earth
Experiences
Are flowers with dropping nectar
But I see the wall incomplete
Cos of the twisted rope
To the front
To the right
Is the rope twisted
Till a twisted hill is formed
Such is the twisting
The traveler of earth
Experiences
POEM - KNOTS - SAFIYYA
KNOTS.
When once the rope was tangled
Like my heart
Into a twisted, knotted mass
When once the stars in the night sky
Lost their twinkling ambience
When once the moon was shadowed,
I knew not how to cry.
I yearned to cut the loops
And be free like the bird
I longed to leave it whole, and not lose those fragments
I longed for slim expert fingers
To loosen them up.
I longed for the starry nights, and a full, open heart on a long untangled night.
When once the rope was tangled
Like my heart
Into a twisted, knotted mass
When once the stars in the night sky
Lost their twinkling ambience
When once the moon was shadowed,
I knew not how to cry.
I yearned to cut the loops
And be free like the bird
I longed to leave it whole, and not lose those fragments
I longed for slim expert fingers
To loosen them up.
I longed for the starry nights, and a full, open heart on a long untangled night.
POOR ORPHAN - MARYAM SALMAN
*POOR ORPHAN*
Like the lone piece of rope,
He started his sojourn.
Bit by bit,
He ascended.
Sometimes falling, other times tripping
Never relenting, he kept trying.
Little by little;
He was gaining grounds.
And like the proverbial saying "The going gets tougher"
Almost crushing.
But been determined, he never gave up
Till he reached the Peak of Success.
Like the lone piece of rope,
He started his sojourn.
Bit by bit,
He ascended.
Sometimes falling, other times tripping
Never relenting, he kept trying.
Little by little;
He was gaining grounds.
And like the proverbial saying "The going gets tougher"
Almost crushing.
But been determined, he never gave up
Till he reached the Peak of Success.
POEM - ZMM
How It looks...
It looks like a dream,
Or like a paper ream,
Arranged and packaged,
To prevent it from being damaged.
Sometimes glitters,
Sometimes sweet,
Sometimes occurs sequentially,
And sometimes happens haphazardly.
Success; Great and lovely,
That's how it looks,
Like a shiny cone,
Improvised from a single rope.
It looks like a dream,
Or like a paper ream,
Arranged and packaged,
To prevent it from being damaged.
Sometimes glitters,
Sometimes sweet,
Sometimes occurs sequentially,
And sometimes happens haphazardly.
Success; Great and lovely,
That's how it looks,
Like a shiny cone,
Improvised from a single rope.
KEEP ON DREAMING AND HOPING... ZMM
KEEP ON DREAMING AND HOPING...
A bright smiling face,
Entrapped in a race,
In happiness and sorrow,
Deep in her bone marrow,
She feels the pains,
In the stress she encounters,
Yet she strives hardly,
To conquer all its rigor,
A great future she tries to build,
As each second moves,
She is a dreamer, a hoper and survivor.
In her, I sight capabilities,
In her, I admire creativity,
In her, I forsight success,
And in her, I see a dream fulfiled.
Keep on dreaming and hoping,
And like the toss of a coin,
Life will become easy again.
Air you shall breathe,
With comfort and ease,
Being depressed you shall forgo totally,
Like patients who got Alzheimer's disease,
Keep on struggling,
And one day,a great Doctor you shall become.
For: Fatima Muhammad Sani (Neerah)
ZMM
A bright smiling face,
Entrapped in a race,
In happiness and sorrow,
Deep in her bone marrow,
She feels the pains,
In the stress she encounters,
Yet she strives hardly,
To conquer all its rigor,
A great future she tries to build,
As each second moves,
She is a dreamer, a hoper and survivor.
In her, I sight capabilities,
In her, I admire creativity,
In her, I forsight success,
And in her, I see a dream fulfiled.
Keep on dreaming and hoping,
And like the toss of a coin,
Life will become easy again.
Air you shall breathe,
With comfort and ease,
Being depressed you shall forgo totally,
Like patients who got Alzheimer's disease,
Keep on struggling,
And one day,a great Doctor you shall become.
For: Fatima Muhammad Sani (Neerah)
ZMM
I'M A DREAMER,A HOPER AND A SURVIVOR - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
I'M A DREAMER,A HOPER AND A SURVIVOR
I was told that I wouldn't make it because of my illness an uncountable times by several people including those that were supposed to encourage me that I can make it, there were those that didn't say it but believed I wouldn't make it with their actions. The hopeless and weakest version of me was created,a depressed girl I became. But I made it at the end, and what helped me was my dream,the dream I was born with,the dream that is part of me, a dream to be a doctor,to be a successful woman in the future no matter who I am or the circumstances surrounding me, no matter the number of people doubting my abilities,with my illness or not,me breathing easily or not.
Yes,I cried,I was depressed,I hated my condition,I hated the new life I got but that didn't break me down,it made me a strong person,stronger in a way that I've never thought I'll be. It painted my dreams with new colours that I've never seen,it created hope in me. It sewed a dress of courage,confidence and hope for me,and I wear that dress every time and to everywhere because that's what keeps me moving without giving up. It made me a person that people look up to as an example of not giving up,as an example of miracle existing,as a example of anything can be possible,as an example that God is indeed merciful. It changed my life both positively and negatively but I don't care which one's more, all I know is that it helped me discover the real me,the struggler I am,a struggler for oxygen and success.
I'll continue the way I am,I've accepted the life I've been given because I can't change it,it's who I am destined to be,but I can decide what to do with it,to make it positive and enjoy it or to sit down and watch people enjoy theirs. I've chosen the first,I'll strive till my last breath to make my dreams come true. I'll let myself shine because I don't need a glitter,I am the glitter myself. I'm a dreamer,a hoper and a survivor.
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
I was told that I wouldn't make it because of my illness an uncountable times by several people including those that were supposed to encourage me that I can make it, there were those that didn't say it but believed I wouldn't make it with their actions. The hopeless and weakest version of me was created,a depressed girl I became. But I made it at the end, and what helped me was my dream,the dream I was born with,the dream that is part of me, a dream to be a doctor,to be a successful woman in the future no matter who I am or the circumstances surrounding me, no matter the number of people doubting my abilities,with my illness or not,me breathing easily or not.
Yes,I cried,I was depressed,I hated my condition,I hated the new life I got but that didn't break me down,it made me a strong person,stronger in a way that I've never thought I'll be. It painted my dreams with new colours that I've never seen,it created hope in me. It sewed a dress of courage,confidence and hope for me,and I wear that dress every time and to everywhere because that's what keeps me moving without giving up. It made me a person that people look up to as an example of not giving up,as an example of miracle existing,as a example of anything can be possible,as an example that God is indeed merciful. It changed my life both positively and negatively but I don't care which one's more, all I know is that it helped me discover the real me,the struggler I am,a struggler for oxygen and success.
I'll continue the way I am,I've accepted the life I've been given because I can't change it,it's who I am destined to be,but I can decide what to do with it,to make it positive and enjoy it or to sit down and watch people enjoy theirs. I've chosen the first,I'll strive till my last breath to make my dreams come true. I'll let myself shine because I don't need a glitter,I am the glitter myself. I'm a dreamer,a hoper and a survivor.
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
*SWEET AND PAIN* - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
*SWEET AND PAIN*
So sweet,sweeter than a candy
Makes you happy and lovable like a teddy
To fly in the sky and live,you're ready
Breeze of love blowing the heart,so cool and windy
With a dream that sets the soul on fire
Sending electricity through the body without a wire
Singing a song,so romantic that only you can hear
With all hope,love,sacrifice and care
Blessing you with the wildest and craziest imaginations that the mind can't bear
A feeling so sweet yet bitter,
Bitter when the feelings are ignored
With every bit of love,you wanted them to be honoured
The darkness of life appears without an invitation
Ruining the soul with hatred and desperation
Destroying all dreams and creating an undefined fear
A factory of pain and tears
Where sleep has no place to live and reality becomes hard to handle
Smile and laughter became memories
Being a prisoner of your mind and heart,
Lost in the forest of your fears
Love,a feeling so sweet and painful
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
THE MAGNIFICENT TREE - ZMM
THE MAGNIFICENT TREE
In praise of a mighty tree i pen,
Planted with different seedlings,
In a lovely fertile garden,
And the seeds started yielding,
Bearing varieties of fruits,
And having numerous branching roots.
By colonial masters it was catered,
Which made most of it fruits to become shattered,
And regained was its freedom,
By great men of piety.
Again its flowers and fruit began to blossom,
In peace and unity.
The tree then become famous,
After being populous,
And thus it prospered.
To a greater height it was taken,
After a moment of reawakening,
A transition to a new dawn commenced,
And provisions for the future were made.
People with different ethics and culture,
Sharing the same spirit,
Loving each other without much torture,
Although there were some pests,
Whom attacked the fruits,
Tried to destroy the yields,
And prevent further blossom in peace,
Luckliy,combated they were,
And restored was peace again.
A nation with ample mineral resources,
Variety of languages,
Ravishing and elegant attires,
And of course tasty dishes,
What a gratified heritage!
Nigeria,a majestic,magnificent tree.
In praise of a mighty tree i pen,
Planted with different seedlings,
In a lovely fertile garden,
And the seeds started yielding,
Bearing varieties of fruits,
And having numerous branching roots.
By colonial masters it was catered,
Which made most of it fruits to become shattered,
And regained was its freedom,
By great men of piety.
Again its flowers and fruit began to blossom,
In peace and unity.
The tree then become famous,
After being populous,
And thus it prospered.
To a greater height it was taken,
After a moment of reawakening,
A transition to a new dawn commenced,
And provisions for the future were made.
People with different ethics and culture,
Sharing the same spirit,
Loving each other without much torture,
Although there were some pests,
Whom attacked the fruits,
Tried to destroy the yields,
And prevent further blossom in peace,
Luckliy,combated they were,
And restored was peace again.
A nation with ample mineral resources,
Variety of languages,
Ravishing and elegant attires,
And of course tasty dishes,
What a gratified heritage!
Nigeria,a majestic,magnificent tree.
POETRY TALENT - KHAMEES A.H
For some dusks and dawns
My quill rejects the scroll.
Despite the will to pen a sea,
The mind refused to sell a pint.
And the day is today;
To celebrate the new rays,
The silhouettes of our future days,
The mesmerizing bards,
whose hearts silkily prints golden words
That inspire minds to respire
Freely from the pit of despair.
Every so often the night deserts the day
Or the day welcomes the night,
I await your arts in total awe
To bask in and relieve my pines.
Plethora of gracias
To those gravid minds
Who defied gravic lines
To deliver their creativity on 'creative minds'.
Fitzkhamees, KHAMIS A. H.
21032018
Dedicated to
*Dr neerah*,
*Maryam Salman*, *Nasir*, *Alpha Toyyib*, and *Zainab Musa Mustapha*. Myriad thanx for feeding us with something to while away the time with, for the inspirations n motivations.
Thank you vely very much.
My quill rejects the scroll.
Despite the will to pen a sea,
The mind refused to sell a pint.
And the day is today;
To celebrate the new rays,
The silhouettes of our future days,
The mesmerizing bards,
whose hearts silkily prints golden words
That inspire minds to respire
Freely from the pit of despair.
Every so often the night deserts the day
Or the day welcomes the night,
I await your arts in total awe
To bask in and relieve my pines.
Plethora of gracias
To those gravid minds
Who defied gravic lines
To deliver their creativity on 'creative minds'.
Fitzkhamees, KHAMIS A. H.
21032018
Dedicated to
*Dr neerah*,
*Maryam Salman*, *Nasir*, *Alpha Toyyib*, and *Zainab Musa Mustapha*. Myriad thanx for feeding us with something to while away the time with, for the inspirations n motivations.
Thank you vely very much.
POETRY TALENT - U14MD A.B.U ZARIA - HAJARA TOM
One hundred and thirteen
BarakAllahu feena
Of beautiful minds as a team
Destined to be winners
By The Almighty’s leave
In this trade of our dream
We were gathered here as strangers
But became like birds of one feather
Yearning to flock forever together
Strung by bonds like that of brothers
And the compassion of two merry sisters
Beneath the cover of red and blue theatres
We learnt to let go of our rifts and differences
We sought and found a common ground
And learnt the joy of moving as one
We created true friendships
And unwavering loyalties
Perhaps future relationships
And many inexplicable bonds we will forever cherish
We learnt to give our time to one another
And our smiles to those that lost theirs
We consoled each other
That things will get better
And we're all in this united, together
And you our leader
Have been a friend, a guide and a ladder
For you is a prayer for all the best life has to offer
May we all be together
Next year and thither
My favourite hundred and thirteen
HAJARA MUHAMMAD TOM
EXAM WISH POEM
FOR
300 LEVEL MBBS A.B.U ZARIA
FROM PRE-CLINICALS TO CLINICALS
If Halima will permit me I'd like to call it "To Us" like the cake
BarakAllahu feena
Of beautiful minds as a team
Destined to be winners
By The Almighty’s leave
In this trade of our dream
We were gathered here as strangers
But became like birds of one feather
Yearning to flock forever together
Strung by bonds like that of brothers
And the compassion of two merry sisters
Beneath the cover of red and blue theatres
We learnt to let go of our rifts and differences
We sought and found a common ground
And learnt the joy of moving as one
We created true friendships
And unwavering loyalties
Perhaps future relationships
And many inexplicable bonds we will forever cherish
We learnt to give our time to one another
And our smiles to those that lost theirs
We consoled each other
That things will get better
And we're all in this united, together
And you our leader
Have been a friend, a guide and a ladder
For you is a prayer for all the best life has to offer
May we all be together
Next year and thither
My favourite hundred and thirteen
HAJARA MUHAMMAD TOM
EXAM WISH POEM
FOR
300 LEVEL MBBS A.B.U ZARIA
FROM PRE-CLINICALS TO CLINICALS
If Halima will permit me I'd like to call it "To Us" like the cake
Heartbreak - Mustapha TK
*Heartbreak*
That inexplicable feeling you get. You want to die because you're not worth living. As useless as the terms and conditions. Are you invisible? Not worthy of love? After all you've done, that's what you get in the end. They say everything that has a beginning has an end. But this end makes it feel like "no more ends".
But slowly, by God's design. No condition is permanent. The box you put your self in cracks the way your heart did and light pours into you and fills up the void left there. Slow, but it'll happen. Things have color again. Food tastes nice again. Talking to people feels normal now. All because of the friends that stayed. The new people that wanted to know you.
But alas. Just the way a broken glass tells a story when put back together, just like wounds heal but leave a scar, so shall the cracks on your heart be. Dented by the terrible emotions. Frail and fragile from the war.
But life has it in such a way that every end, is the beginning of a new story.
--TK
That inexplicable feeling you get. You want to die because you're not worth living. As useless as the terms and conditions. Are you invisible? Not worthy of love? After all you've done, that's what you get in the end. They say everything that has a beginning has an end. But this end makes it feel like "no more ends".
But slowly, by God's design. No condition is permanent. The box you put your self in cracks the way your heart did and light pours into you and fills up the void left there. Slow, but it'll happen. Things have color again. Food tastes nice again. Talking to people feels normal now. All because of the friends that stayed. The new people that wanted to know you.
But alas. Just the way a broken glass tells a story when put back together, just like wounds heal but leave a scar, so shall the cracks on your heart be. Dented by the terrible emotions. Frail and fragile from the war.
But life has it in such a way that every end, is the beginning of a new story.
--TK
Love - Mustapha TK
*Love*
A very strong emotion that can't be explained. You see examples of it everyday. But you still can't define it. Love is when hearing a voice makes you smile no matter how sad or depressed you're feeling. Love is when you'll sacrifice something you want soo much so that you'll see that person beam in happiness. Love is scolding your children so they grow up right. Love is being in pain when pain strikes another. Love is never wanting to disappoint that person.
Emotions speak louder than words... But love stands above them all. With love you can overcome all the hardship life throws at you. You can blossom from a bud to a forest. You can challenge anything with no fear of failing... Because, you have Love to fall back on.
--TK
A very strong emotion that can't be explained. You see examples of it everyday. But you still can't define it. Love is when hearing a voice makes you smile no matter how sad or depressed you're feeling. Love is when you'll sacrifice something you want soo much so that you'll see that person beam in happiness. Love is scolding your children so they grow up right. Love is being in pain when pain strikes another. Love is never wanting to disappoint that person.
Emotions speak louder than words... But love stands above them all. With love you can overcome all the hardship life throws at you. You can blossom from a bud to a forest. You can challenge anything with no fear of failing... Because, you have Love to fall back on.
--TK
POEM - HEARTY GODSPEED TO THE U15MDFamily
HEARTY GODSPEED TO THE U15MDFamily
On the morrow promptly
You would set forth gallantly
To crush the transitional barricade victoriously
Benedictus Medicus, the U14Mdfamily
Send out their goodwill wholeheartedly
Your strenght is the Most High
Stay focused without a wry
Determined to conquer in a try
God willing, your success is nigh
And ‘PASS' you all shall eye
Your success is our success honestly
Our success is your success certainly
Why? Because we are together a family
We invoke the Lord fervently
To see us through succesfully
-U14Mdfamily
On the morrow promptly
You would set forth gallantly
To crush the transitional barricade victoriously
Benedictus Medicus, the U14Mdfamily
Send out their goodwill wholeheartedly
Your strenght is the Most High
Stay focused without a wry
Determined to conquer in a try
God willing, your success is nigh
And ‘PASS' you all shall eye
Your success is our success honestly
Our success is your success certainly
Why? Because we are together a family
We invoke the Lord fervently
To see us through succesfully
-U14Mdfamily
STOP THE STIGMATIZATION - Fateemah Sumda
*STOP THE STIGMATIZATION*
*Fateemah Sumda*
Mental disorders are illnesses that affect mood ,thinking and behaviour of a person. They include depression, anxiety disorder, schizophrenia, eating disorder and even addictive behavior, etc.
Stigmatization is one of the challenges faced by many individuals all around the world. One can be stigmatized because of his/her race,gender,looks or even diseases.
Mental disorders are probably the most stigmatized diseases. I define metal illness stigmatization as a situation where persons suffering from mental illnesses are been disregarded, disgraced and considered unworthy to be members of the society. This issue of stigmatization has been existing for ages and it's due to lack of understanding and various misconceptions of the disorders. Mentally ill persons are considered unworthy to be a members of the society. So no much care is been given to them. They are rather left to deteriorate till they roam the street.
Stigmatization has made people scared of accepting to have the illnesses or seek medical help because they fear the social isolation they will suffer.The stigma doesn't only affect the sick individual but also their close relatives.
The misconception is so bad that if you suggest to a patient to see a psychiatrist it is consider an insult. You hear responses like "do you think am mad... " ,"God forbid..." etc.
They prefer to suffer than to open up and look for help.
Visiting a psychiatrist doesn't mean one is mad. It only means one is ill. I used the word mad because it is generally believed that a mad man is that half naked man roaming the streets eating garbage, and it is he who needs to see a psychiatrist. This is false as a psychiatrist is someone you can choose to visit when having persistent head aches, Mood swings,difficulty concentrating and lots more.
Mental illness is a challenge and not a problem. All you need to do is accept the challenge and cope well by seeking professional help.
Build self esteem, interact well with people and even educate them about your condition. Join a support group if you can. Know that you will always not be alone.
Remember you are not depression, you are not bipolar, you are not anxiety and even not schizophrenia. You only have a problem that has a solution.
Do you have or know anyone with mental illness...
Visit a psychiatrist today and stand against mental illness stigmatization.
*Looking for a support group?* Whatsapp through these contacts:
👉 +2347083349679
👉🏾 +2347066475176
*Fateemah Sumda*
Mental disorders are illnesses that affect mood ,thinking and behaviour of a person. They include depression, anxiety disorder, schizophrenia, eating disorder and even addictive behavior, etc.
Stigmatization is one of the challenges faced by many individuals all around the world. One can be stigmatized because of his/her race,gender,looks or even diseases.
Mental disorders are probably the most stigmatized diseases. I define metal illness stigmatization as a situation where persons suffering from mental illnesses are been disregarded, disgraced and considered unworthy to be members of the society. This issue of stigmatization has been existing for ages and it's due to lack of understanding and various misconceptions of the disorders. Mentally ill persons are considered unworthy to be a members of the society. So no much care is been given to them. They are rather left to deteriorate till they roam the street.
Stigmatization has made people scared of accepting to have the illnesses or seek medical help because they fear the social isolation they will suffer.The stigma doesn't only affect the sick individual but also their close relatives.
The misconception is so bad that if you suggest to a patient to see a psychiatrist it is consider an insult. You hear responses like "do you think am mad... " ,"God forbid..." etc.
They prefer to suffer than to open up and look for help.
Visiting a psychiatrist doesn't mean one is mad. It only means one is ill. I used the word mad because it is generally believed that a mad man is that half naked man roaming the streets eating garbage, and it is he who needs to see a psychiatrist. This is false as a psychiatrist is someone you can choose to visit when having persistent head aches, Mood swings,difficulty concentrating and lots more.
Mental illness is a challenge and not a problem. All you need to do is accept the challenge and cope well by seeking professional help.
Build self esteem, interact well with people and even educate them about your condition. Join a support group if you can. Know that you will always not be alone.
Remember you are not depression, you are not bipolar, you are not anxiety and even not schizophrenia. You only have a problem that has a solution.
Do you have or know anyone with mental illness...
Visit a psychiatrist today and stand against mental illness stigmatization.
*Looking for a support group?* Whatsapp through these contacts:
👉 +2347083349679
👉🏾 +2347066475176
POETRY TALENT - DISASTER IN DISGUISE - FATIMA SUMDA
DISASTER IN DISGUISE
Water is a good slave
But wat sought of master is it
Its known to tame volcanoes and calm the desire in fire
Its water, the descendant if ice....
But...
Once this faithful servant becomes a master acursed
It is possessed by the evil of tornadoes
Displaying a hurricane of terror
Having no mercy as though its not the blessing we know
A scenery of broken dreams
Bowed trees and succumbed winds
Homelessness as well as diseases
Received unawares...
Indeed water in d spirit of flood
Is the worst master
By
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Water is a good slave
But wat sought of master is it
Its known to tame volcanoes and calm the desire in fire
Its water, the descendant if ice....
But...
Once this faithful servant becomes a master acursed
It is possessed by the evil of tornadoes
Displaying a hurricane of terror
Having no mercy as though its not the blessing we know
A scenery of broken dreams
Bowed trees and succumbed winds
Homelessness as well as diseases
Received unawares...
Indeed water in d spirit of flood
Is the worst master
By
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
AN EXCERPT FROM “THE PRODIGIOUS LIFE OF AIRAKH” -Fitzkhamees, Khamis A.H.
AN EXCERPT FROM “THE PRODIGIOUS LIFE OF AIRAKH”
-Fitzkhamees, Khamis A.H.
Airakh, born to the family of Mallam Mukha in Jopla, is dark in complexion, relatively tall, and has a body and head in proportion. He is very inconspicuous, cheerful and seldom frowns. He is a garrulous and a taciturn being but his garrulity is only known by those so close to him. He is complacent and never a contender in life.
Airakh started schooling in his early years and in tandem with Qua’anic lessons from his Mum. He would go to school from 07:30 am to 01:00 pm and madrasah from 02:00 pm to 06:00 pm. The life was stressful but with constant reassurance from a caring mum everything went fine. “Wata rana sai labari” she had always said. He lost his father at the age of ten when he knew nothing about death and his burden moved on to the shoulders of his mother.
After his primary education, Airakh moved to Hisla College. Life at his new college was very adventurous. He made life term friends who are by his side to death. Despite his incognito personality, he diligently and reputably do well in his academics to the extent that his academic excellence is accorded by allies and foes alike.
Airakh’s class is full of confederates who buy any idea brought up without giving in much thought. They were bounded by the walls of solidarity. They would take it like men when it comes to friend’s offence. Rarely had a day passed without them punished for one offence or the other. They had the habit of going to the bush for hikes on Saturdays. In the bush they would swim and burn down trees.
Close to Hisla College is sited a game stations. Airakh with some of his class members would sneak out of school to the game station via Bluetooth, a drainage path in Hisla College. There was this day when Airakh absconded school for this game station. One knows how game stations are if one has ever been there, one will hardly know time, one will hardly desire to eat let alone pray, in fact, missing prayers in there is a norm. Unaware of time, Airakh spent the whole day at the game station. His mother, perturbed that he has never been so late from school went to the school to make an inquiry. She was told that he did not attend school that day. She searched wherever she could but Airakh was nowhere to be found. He returned late in the night that night and his mother removed the genies out of him.
When Airakh was in JSS 2&3, the place for extra curricula activity was no more the game station, it was changed to the river. The class now changed their style, they would meet after the school had closed and set for the river. Praise is due to the Almighty Lord Airakh survived the incidence that happened one day, they had been to the river as usual and they met some older boys at the river. One of the older boys pushed Airakh to a side deeper than his normal side and he almost got drowned if not for the Lord has brought help through the hands of a passer-by. In another day, Airakh’s JSCE registeration fee was stolen at the river. The boys contributed and raised the amount and that was how it was covered without it being known at home.
After JSCE, Airakh had tried to change school and the plan failed. He had to stay in his former school. He procured admission into SS1 B, social sciences. He did not like the social sciences and so he lodged his complaint with the examination/academic officer. After about a week or two, his class was not changed and Airakh changed to the science class himself. At first, he felt nervous whenever the examination officer went to the class. Things changed after the first trimester result was out. Airakh was then the class monitor and anytime test scripts were given, the boys would receive theirs handily and the girls would have to hance their hands and into the ceiling lied theirs. Odogun commends Airakh for that till this day. Airakh denounced the mantle of class monitor at the end of SS1.
From SS1, the boys were somewhat big boys and would go to neither the river nor the game station. They had found a new place, the Shinwake house, a house close to the school where food is served. The management of the school tried to stop students from patronising that house but to no avail. One unfortunate day the authorities stormed the Shinwake house and the boys were caught, punished and suspended from school with the condition to resume with their guardians. Airakh and one of the boys, Aja took to the school somebody they met on the streets and the issue was resolved.
At the end of SS2, the boys must be in their adolescence. They changed the position of their board under the pretext that they could not see the board clearly. They missed out some subjects in the last trimester of the class and luckily enough, none had repeated.
In SS3, the boys’ adamance was at its peak. They became big boys who yearn for girls. All the boys wrote and passed their SSCE and Airakh was no exception. When the other boys were gaining admission in various departments in different universities, Airakh could not gain admission because he spent his JAMB registration fee somewhere.
Currently, all the boys are in tertiary institutions except Airakh whose whereabouts is yet to be established and I am cocksure he has a bright future but we shall see in …
I look forward to the publication of the original version of “THE PRODIGIOUS LIFE OF AIRAKH”.
-Fitzkhamees, Khamis A.H.
Airakh, born to the family of Mallam Mukha in Jopla, is dark in complexion, relatively tall, and has a body and head in proportion. He is very inconspicuous, cheerful and seldom frowns. He is a garrulous and a taciturn being but his garrulity is only known by those so close to him. He is complacent and never a contender in life.
Airakh started schooling in his early years and in tandem with Qua’anic lessons from his Mum. He would go to school from 07:30 am to 01:00 pm and madrasah from 02:00 pm to 06:00 pm. The life was stressful but with constant reassurance from a caring mum everything went fine. “Wata rana sai labari” she had always said. He lost his father at the age of ten when he knew nothing about death and his burden moved on to the shoulders of his mother.
After his primary education, Airakh moved to Hisla College. Life at his new college was very adventurous. He made life term friends who are by his side to death. Despite his incognito personality, he diligently and reputably do well in his academics to the extent that his academic excellence is accorded by allies and foes alike.
Airakh’s class is full of confederates who buy any idea brought up without giving in much thought. They were bounded by the walls of solidarity. They would take it like men when it comes to friend’s offence. Rarely had a day passed without them punished for one offence or the other. They had the habit of going to the bush for hikes on Saturdays. In the bush they would swim and burn down trees.
Close to Hisla College is sited a game stations. Airakh with some of his class members would sneak out of school to the game station via Bluetooth, a drainage path in Hisla College. There was this day when Airakh absconded school for this game station. One knows how game stations are if one has ever been there, one will hardly know time, one will hardly desire to eat let alone pray, in fact, missing prayers in there is a norm. Unaware of time, Airakh spent the whole day at the game station. His mother, perturbed that he has never been so late from school went to the school to make an inquiry. She was told that he did not attend school that day. She searched wherever she could but Airakh was nowhere to be found. He returned late in the night that night and his mother removed the genies out of him.
When Airakh was in JSS 2&3, the place for extra curricula activity was no more the game station, it was changed to the river. The class now changed their style, they would meet after the school had closed and set for the river. Praise is due to the Almighty Lord Airakh survived the incidence that happened one day, they had been to the river as usual and they met some older boys at the river. One of the older boys pushed Airakh to a side deeper than his normal side and he almost got drowned if not for the Lord has brought help through the hands of a passer-by. In another day, Airakh’s JSCE registeration fee was stolen at the river. The boys contributed and raised the amount and that was how it was covered without it being known at home.
After JSCE, Airakh had tried to change school and the plan failed. He had to stay in his former school. He procured admission into SS1 B, social sciences. He did not like the social sciences and so he lodged his complaint with the examination/academic officer. After about a week or two, his class was not changed and Airakh changed to the science class himself. At first, he felt nervous whenever the examination officer went to the class. Things changed after the first trimester result was out. Airakh was then the class monitor and anytime test scripts were given, the boys would receive theirs handily and the girls would have to hance their hands and into the ceiling lied theirs. Odogun commends Airakh for that till this day. Airakh denounced the mantle of class monitor at the end of SS1.
From SS1, the boys were somewhat big boys and would go to neither the river nor the game station. They had found a new place, the Shinwake house, a house close to the school where food is served. The management of the school tried to stop students from patronising that house but to no avail. One unfortunate day the authorities stormed the Shinwake house and the boys were caught, punished and suspended from school with the condition to resume with their guardians. Airakh and one of the boys, Aja took to the school somebody they met on the streets and the issue was resolved.
At the end of SS2, the boys must be in their adolescence. They changed the position of their board under the pretext that they could not see the board clearly. They missed out some subjects in the last trimester of the class and luckily enough, none had repeated.
In SS3, the boys’ adamance was at its peak. They became big boys who yearn for girls. All the boys wrote and passed their SSCE and Airakh was no exception. When the other boys were gaining admission in various departments in different universities, Airakh could not gain admission because he spent his JAMB registration fee somewhere.
Currently, all the boys are in tertiary institutions except Airakh whose whereabouts is yet to be established and I am cocksure he has a bright future but we shall see in …
I look forward to the publication of the original version of “THE PRODIGIOUS LIFE OF AIRAKH”.
POETRY TALENT - KNOWLEDGE -Fitzkhamees, Khamis A. H.
KNOWLEDGE
-Fitzkhamees, Khamis A. H.
Your pursuit is obligatory
Upon the male is mandatory
Upon the female is peremptory
He who bids the worlds seeks you
He who quests the heavens seeks you
He who desires both seeks you
On the path of the Lord he is
Who in your pursuit he is
Until homecoming to that he called his
These I did not say
But he did say
The one I adore day by day
Your presence is cognisance
Your absence is ignorance
In your search called scholarship
They encounter hardship
Yet they never let go
Because they are determined on the go
Your absence they loathe
Your presence is clothe
You are the light
Worth the fight
-Fitzkhamees, Khamis A. H.
Your pursuit is obligatory
Upon the male is mandatory
Upon the female is peremptory
He who bids the worlds seeks you
He who quests the heavens seeks you
He who desires both seeks you
On the path of the Lord he is
Who in your pursuit he is
Until homecoming to that he called his
These I did not say
But he did say
The one I adore day by day
Your presence is cognisance
Your absence is ignorance
In your search called scholarship
They encounter hardship
Yet they never let go
Because they are determined on the go
Your absence they loathe
Your presence is clothe
You are the light
Worth the fight
NIGERIA: CORRUPTION IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO -Fitzkhamees, Khamis A. H.
NIGERIA: CORRUPTION IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO
-Fitzkhamees, Khamis A. H.
“The fight for justice against corruption is never easy. It never has been and will never be. It exacts a toll on our self, our family, our friends, and especially our children. In the end, I believe as in my case, the price is worth holding on to our dignity.” These are the words of Frank Serpico.
The term, corruption has become an albatross of our beloved country. We openly claim to love Nigeria, but behind closed doors we are its enemies that hinder its achievements as a developing country. We made Nigeria a parcel of international mockery in the sense that the even our colonial masters, the Great Britain, whom we tender great reverence closed its eyes and put away the shame and homage we pay to them to label us one of the two of the most corrupt countries in the world. This had been reported by Independent and Guardian newspapers and so many others. Here is the version of the story reported by Independent newspaper UK: “David Cameron (British PM) calls Nigeria and Afghanistan the ‘two most corrupt countries in the world’. ‘We’ve got the leaders of some fantastically corrupt countries coming to Britain. Tuesday 10 May 2016 14:16 BST.”
I happened to lay my hand on a Journal, Journal of Humanity University of Jos some months ago. As I flipped through the pages my eyes caught the sight of the best definition of corruption as far as my knowledge is concerned. It defined corruption as “the abuse of entrusted power for private gains”. I cannot make a reference here because I am now in school and the Journal is at home. The Encyclopaedia Britannica defined corruption thus: “Improper and usually unlawful conduct intended to secure a benefit for oneself. It forms include bribery, extortion, and the misuse of inside information. It exists where there is community indifference or lack of enforcement policies. In societies with cultures of gift giving, the line between acceptable and unacceptable gifts is often hard to draw.”
We are no better than our corrupt leaders: to a fault we are worse than them. Corruption flows in blood as we often say. To all intents and purpose our political institutions, academic institutions, family institutions, religious institutions, our cities and our villages are no saints as regards corruption. It is only that we denounce to death our own share of the blame. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam said: “Where do the evils of corruption arise from? It comes from the never-ending greed. The fight for corruption free ethical society will have to be fought against this greed and replace it with “what can I give” spirits.”
The maxim, ‘youths are the leaders of tomorrow’ is the very truth none can deny. But the youths are corrupt before getting to the mantle of leadership, what do you think when they get to power? I believed they become more corrupt. Imaging, in a scholarship scheme a question is asked “are you a beneficiary of any other scholarship?” and most of the students responded “no” where as they are beneficiaries of other scholarships. They answered in the negative because they fear they will not be given if they said the truth. Some people may desire to know the corruption I am referring to in this action of the students, it is simple, they were entrusted to say the truth and they breached this trust. And we must never forget, corruption is the abuse of trust for personal gains. Paul Wolfowitz said: “Corruption is showed by shedding light into what was previously shadowed”.
I read a parable forwarded to me by a friend. In it a said head-teacher asked a class teacher to collect fee for a class photo, the class teacher increased the amount and the pupils also increased the amount on telling their mother who also increased the amount as she told their father. How do you expect the leaders to be credible and responsible in such a society? Unless if they were not born and raised in that society. We need to change our mind-sets in a jiffy. Corruption is a disease of the mind and the cure is at our discretion. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam said: “If a country is to be corruption free and become a nation of beautiful minds. I strongly feel there are these key societal members who can make a difference. They are the Father, the Mother, and the Teacher.”
Our academic institutions are no exceptions: they are now corruption squares. Somebody I know experienced a form of these greed in one of our universities, he took his credential to the faculty for signature and it was not signed after a week or so. The secretary at the office told him to bring a beverage if he wants his credential signed with the pretext that ‘signing authority’ is always stuffed with work and there are other credentials inches high and the beverage will be used to cool him. Lo and behold the credential was signed after he gave in. I wonder what percent of his/her salary is the cost of the bottle of a drink: GREED. Other rampant corruption practices include students writing tests/exams for others, Sex for grades, Money for grades, sales of hand outs, and the disguised corrupt practice, NEPOTISM, one of the worsts as corruption is the illegitimate use trust and power.
Why shall we have a corruption free system when we are corrupt there in? We do involve in corruption in a way or another yet we forget ours and look at others’. We have the hope of leading tomorrow so let change begins with us and then we will be able to change the system in tandem.
To be continued
#change begins with me. #I stand with Nigeria.
-Fitzkhamees, Khamis A. H.
“The fight for justice against corruption is never easy. It never has been and will never be. It exacts a toll on our self, our family, our friends, and especially our children. In the end, I believe as in my case, the price is worth holding on to our dignity.” These are the words of Frank Serpico.
The term, corruption has become an albatross of our beloved country. We openly claim to love Nigeria, but behind closed doors we are its enemies that hinder its achievements as a developing country. We made Nigeria a parcel of international mockery in the sense that the even our colonial masters, the Great Britain, whom we tender great reverence closed its eyes and put away the shame and homage we pay to them to label us one of the two of the most corrupt countries in the world. This had been reported by Independent and Guardian newspapers and so many others. Here is the version of the story reported by Independent newspaper UK: “David Cameron (British PM) calls Nigeria and Afghanistan the ‘two most corrupt countries in the world’. ‘We’ve got the leaders of some fantastically corrupt countries coming to Britain. Tuesday 10 May 2016 14:16 BST.”
I happened to lay my hand on a Journal, Journal of Humanity University of Jos some months ago. As I flipped through the pages my eyes caught the sight of the best definition of corruption as far as my knowledge is concerned. It defined corruption as “the abuse of entrusted power for private gains”. I cannot make a reference here because I am now in school and the Journal is at home. The Encyclopaedia Britannica defined corruption thus: “Improper and usually unlawful conduct intended to secure a benefit for oneself. It forms include bribery, extortion, and the misuse of inside information. It exists where there is community indifference or lack of enforcement policies. In societies with cultures of gift giving, the line between acceptable and unacceptable gifts is often hard to draw.”
We are no better than our corrupt leaders: to a fault we are worse than them. Corruption flows in blood as we often say. To all intents and purpose our political institutions, academic institutions, family institutions, religious institutions, our cities and our villages are no saints as regards corruption. It is only that we denounce to death our own share of the blame. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam said: “Where do the evils of corruption arise from? It comes from the never-ending greed. The fight for corruption free ethical society will have to be fought against this greed and replace it with “what can I give” spirits.”
The maxim, ‘youths are the leaders of tomorrow’ is the very truth none can deny. But the youths are corrupt before getting to the mantle of leadership, what do you think when they get to power? I believed they become more corrupt. Imaging, in a scholarship scheme a question is asked “are you a beneficiary of any other scholarship?” and most of the students responded “no” where as they are beneficiaries of other scholarships. They answered in the negative because they fear they will not be given if they said the truth. Some people may desire to know the corruption I am referring to in this action of the students, it is simple, they were entrusted to say the truth and they breached this trust. And we must never forget, corruption is the abuse of trust for personal gains. Paul Wolfowitz said: “Corruption is showed by shedding light into what was previously shadowed”.
I read a parable forwarded to me by a friend. In it a said head-teacher asked a class teacher to collect fee for a class photo, the class teacher increased the amount and the pupils also increased the amount on telling their mother who also increased the amount as she told their father. How do you expect the leaders to be credible and responsible in such a society? Unless if they were not born and raised in that society. We need to change our mind-sets in a jiffy. Corruption is a disease of the mind and the cure is at our discretion. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam said: “If a country is to be corruption free and become a nation of beautiful minds. I strongly feel there are these key societal members who can make a difference. They are the Father, the Mother, and the Teacher.”
Our academic institutions are no exceptions: they are now corruption squares. Somebody I know experienced a form of these greed in one of our universities, he took his credential to the faculty for signature and it was not signed after a week or so. The secretary at the office told him to bring a beverage if he wants his credential signed with the pretext that ‘signing authority’ is always stuffed with work and there are other credentials inches high and the beverage will be used to cool him. Lo and behold the credential was signed after he gave in. I wonder what percent of his/her salary is the cost of the bottle of a drink: GREED. Other rampant corruption practices include students writing tests/exams for others, Sex for grades, Money for grades, sales of hand outs, and the disguised corrupt practice, NEPOTISM, one of the worsts as corruption is the illegitimate use trust and power.
Why shall we have a corruption free system when we are corrupt there in? We do involve in corruption in a way or another yet we forget ours and look at others’. We have the hope of leading tomorrow so let change begins with us and then we will be able to change the system in tandem.
To be continued
#change begins with me. #I stand with Nigeria.
TIME OF TRIAL, A BLESSING IN ADVERSITY - -Fitzkhamis, Khamis A. H.
TIME OF TRIAL, A BLESSING IN ADVERSITY
-Fitzkhamis, Khamis A. H.
With a heavy heart, I commiserate with the entire U14MDfamily over the adversity of an undesirable result. I was lost in thought after I learnt of the resit results but then I remember, God knows what is best for us. He gives at times and denies other times and in all is goodness. We should get it clear that neither did anyone pass with his strength and might nor did anyone failed because of his weakness. I deemed it our collective responsibility to share in one another’s happiness and grievances.
Honestly, the U14MDfamily are in dire need of consolation. Though I have not much to say, I will like to relate to us an excerpt from the works of Michael Angier, the author of several books on success. In his book ‘THE STRATEGIES FOR SUCCESS’, he did mention “BLESSING IN ADVERSITY” as one of the strategies for success. He thus said under thereunder:
“When I was about five years old, I lived with my family in Enterprise, Alabama for a few months while my father attended an advanced aviation course at nearby Fort Rucker.
What makes Enterprise, Alabama especially memorable is a strange monument they have in the middle of the town, you can’t miss it. In fact, you have to drive around it because it sits right in the middle of the road. The monument is a statue to the boll weevil.
It’s probably the only monument in the world erected in honor of an insect. It certainly wasn’t done because of aesthetic value –the boll weevil is a particularly ugly-looking creature. Surprisingly, it was erected because of the devastation the boll weevil caused the cotton crops of the surrounding area.
Why did they honour this pest? Well, had it not been for the boll weevil, the local economy would have continued its unhealthy dependence on its one-crop, one-product economy. Until then, everything depended entirely on cotton, when the boll weevil came, the farmers and all the other business that were reliant on the cotton farmers were forced to recognise the need to diversify.
In the long run, they saw that the boll weevil had, in fact, done them a favour by destroying their crops. No longer were their eggs all in one “cotton basket”. They started raising hogs, peanuts, and other cash crops, and the entire area was better off for it.
I think it is to those southern farmers’ great credit that they were able to see this ‘adversity’ for what it really was – a great blessing. Too often, we see difficult times as something to avoid –something only to endure. We usually don’t see the benefit until much later if at all.
If we look back at the things in our lives that were the most trying, the most painful and frustrating, we have to admit that there was value in it (if you can’t see this, you are probably too close to the situation).
Our lives are far more enjoyable (certainly more instructional) if we view each thing that happens to us as just that – a happening. Remember, it is not what happens to us, but our ‘response’ to what happens to us that makes the difference in the quality of our lives. I believe that everything that happens can be a lesson, every adversity can be a blessing. The following story illustrates this well.
Anthony Burgees discovered he had a brain tumour and only six months to live when he was forty years old. He was distressed that he had nothing to live his wife who was soon to become a widow. He decided to write –something he’d always wanted to do. The potential royalty from a book was the only thing he could think of doing to leave any kind of financial security for his family.
By the end of the first year and with no certainty that he would be ever be published, he finished five novels. But he did not die. His cancer went into remission and then disappeared altogether.
In his long and full life, Anthony Burgees went on to write more than seventy books. Without the death sentence from cancer, he might not have written anything.
Next time things don’t seem to be going the way you want, ask yourself what the positive aspect is. What is the benefit in the adversity? You will have greater enjoyment and learn more in the process.”
What I want to point out from the above two stories given by Michael Angier is that, we do come across challenges and adversities, but then, there is a blessing we never think of therein. We are all in a difficult time now and especially those afflicted with that remark other than ‘pass’.
Definitely it is hard but we have to overcome that negative feeling.
We have to overcome the fear.
We have to meditate.
We have to stay focussed.
We have to be patient. We have to persevere. We have to be confident. We have to succeed.
We have to pray and God will be there for us.
I will live us with the following 10 motivational quotes:
“Life is not easy for any of us, but what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves”
–Marie Curie
“The winners of life think constantly in terms of I can, I will, and I am. Losers on the other hand, concentrate their waking thoughts on what they should have or would have done” –
Dennis Waitly.
“First they ignore you. Second, they laugh at you. Third, they fight you. Finally, you win” –Gandhi
“Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish” –John Quincy Adams
“Divide each difficulty into as many parts as necessary to resolve it” –Rene Descartes
“Success is not measured by what you accomplish but the opposition you have encountered, and the courage with which you have maintained the struggle against overwhelming odds” –Orisson Swett Marden.
“Every great work, every great accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement comes apparent failure and discouragement” –Florence Scovel Shinn.
“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time” –Thomas Edison
“Fear is negative scenarios we give birth to in our mind that we believe are real. These thoughts are seeds that will adversely affect our future. We have the power to change the future by changing what we believe is real” –George De Vack
“The moment you start talking about what you are going to do if you lose, you have lost” –George Schultz.
HARD LUCK DUDES.
-Fitzkhamis, Khamis A. H.
With a heavy heart, I commiserate with the entire U14MDfamily over the adversity of an undesirable result. I was lost in thought after I learnt of the resit results but then I remember, God knows what is best for us. He gives at times and denies other times and in all is goodness. We should get it clear that neither did anyone pass with his strength and might nor did anyone failed because of his weakness. I deemed it our collective responsibility to share in one another’s happiness and grievances.
Honestly, the U14MDfamily are in dire need of consolation. Though I have not much to say, I will like to relate to us an excerpt from the works of Michael Angier, the author of several books on success. In his book ‘THE STRATEGIES FOR SUCCESS’, he did mention “BLESSING IN ADVERSITY” as one of the strategies for success. He thus said under thereunder:
“When I was about five years old, I lived with my family in Enterprise, Alabama for a few months while my father attended an advanced aviation course at nearby Fort Rucker.
What makes Enterprise, Alabama especially memorable is a strange monument they have in the middle of the town, you can’t miss it. In fact, you have to drive around it because it sits right in the middle of the road. The monument is a statue to the boll weevil.
It’s probably the only monument in the world erected in honor of an insect. It certainly wasn’t done because of aesthetic value –the boll weevil is a particularly ugly-looking creature. Surprisingly, it was erected because of the devastation the boll weevil caused the cotton crops of the surrounding area.
Why did they honour this pest? Well, had it not been for the boll weevil, the local economy would have continued its unhealthy dependence on its one-crop, one-product economy. Until then, everything depended entirely on cotton, when the boll weevil came, the farmers and all the other business that were reliant on the cotton farmers were forced to recognise the need to diversify.
In the long run, they saw that the boll weevil had, in fact, done them a favour by destroying their crops. No longer were their eggs all in one “cotton basket”. They started raising hogs, peanuts, and other cash crops, and the entire area was better off for it.
I think it is to those southern farmers’ great credit that they were able to see this ‘adversity’ for what it really was – a great blessing. Too often, we see difficult times as something to avoid –something only to endure. We usually don’t see the benefit until much later if at all.
If we look back at the things in our lives that were the most trying, the most painful and frustrating, we have to admit that there was value in it (if you can’t see this, you are probably too close to the situation).
Our lives are far more enjoyable (certainly more instructional) if we view each thing that happens to us as just that – a happening. Remember, it is not what happens to us, but our ‘response’ to what happens to us that makes the difference in the quality of our lives. I believe that everything that happens can be a lesson, every adversity can be a blessing. The following story illustrates this well.
Anthony Burgees discovered he had a brain tumour and only six months to live when he was forty years old. He was distressed that he had nothing to live his wife who was soon to become a widow. He decided to write –something he’d always wanted to do. The potential royalty from a book was the only thing he could think of doing to leave any kind of financial security for his family.
By the end of the first year and with no certainty that he would be ever be published, he finished five novels. But he did not die. His cancer went into remission and then disappeared altogether.
In his long and full life, Anthony Burgees went on to write more than seventy books. Without the death sentence from cancer, he might not have written anything.
Next time things don’t seem to be going the way you want, ask yourself what the positive aspect is. What is the benefit in the adversity? You will have greater enjoyment and learn more in the process.”
What I want to point out from the above two stories given by Michael Angier is that, we do come across challenges and adversities, but then, there is a blessing we never think of therein. We are all in a difficult time now and especially those afflicted with that remark other than ‘pass’.
Definitely it is hard but we have to overcome that negative feeling.
We have to overcome the fear.
We have to meditate.
We have to stay focussed.
We have to be patient. We have to persevere. We have to be confident. We have to succeed.
We have to pray and God will be there for us.
I will live us with the following 10 motivational quotes:
“Life is not easy for any of us, but what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves”
–Marie Curie
“The winners of life think constantly in terms of I can, I will, and I am. Losers on the other hand, concentrate their waking thoughts on what they should have or would have done” –
Dennis Waitly.
“First they ignore you. Second, they laugh at you. Third, they fight you. Finally, you win” –Gandhi
“Patience and perseverance have a magical effect before which difficulties disappear and obstacles vanish” –John Quincy Adams
“Divide each difficulty into as many parts as necessary to resolve it” –Rene Descartes
“Success is not measured by what you accomplish but the opposition you have encountered, and the courage with which you have maintained the struggle against overwhelming odds” –Orisson Swett Marden.
“Every great work, every great accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement comes apparent failure and discouragement” –Florence Scovel Shinn.
“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time” –Thomas Edison
“Fear is negative scenarios we give birth to in our mind that we believe are real. These thoughts are seeds that will adversely affect our future. We have the power to change the future by changing what we believe is real” –George De Vack
“The moment you start talking about what you are going to do if you lose, you have lost” –George Schultz.
HARD LUCK DUDES.
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
POEM - A MYSTERIOUS BEING - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
A MYSTERIOUS BEING
Today's a special day
A special poem to thee is all that I can pay
Thank you a million times,I say
Thee always reflecting like a light ray
With poetry,I became gay
Helped me expand my imaginations
Growing it wilder beyond notions
All happened as a coincidence
Shocked with all that occurred
But fain with what happened
A mysterious being,I discovered
Who helped me recover
A story I uncover
Moved me from where I was hovered
Helped me build a new mindset
With happiness packed in sets
All things been reset
A new beginning was set
If THANK YOU is a flower and can be gathered,
I would've gotten a garden for you,which is well watered
Because thee helped my pain to be shattered
A special poem for thee
Because thee always want special things
DEDICATED TO KHAMIS ABDULLAHI
Happy World Poetry Day🎉🎈💥
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Today's a special day
A special poem to thee is all that I can pay
Thank you a million times,I say
Thee always reflecting like a light ray
With poetry,I became gay
Helped me expand my imaginations
Growing it wilder beyond notions
All happened as a coincidence
Shocked with all that occurred
But fain with what happened
A mysterious being,I discovered
Who helped me recover
A story I uncover
Moved me from where I was hovered
Helped me build a new mindset
With happiness packed in sets
All things been reset
A new beginning was set
If THANK YOU is a flower and can be gathered,
I would've gotten a garden for you,which is well watered
Because thee helped my pain to be shattered
A special poem for thee
Because thee always want special things
DEDICATED TO KHAMIS ABDULLAHI
Happy World Poetry Day🎉🎈💥
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Poem - The Devil in Our Midst - Ameer Jibril Salihu
*The Devil in Our Midst*
The devil is not the being that has pointy horns
And a pointy tail
He does not wear a black billowing cape
And a mischievous smile
Rather,
The devil is the one who cuts people open for the fun of it
He is the one who couriers his conscience to the seventh gate of hell
The devil is the one who loves to see blood
Wash away a town
He is the one who decimates communities as a hobby
He is the one who sits in his luxury chair
And sends drones to desolate towns
Because he has a PhD in cruelty
The devil is the one who crafts orphans and widows
In a bid to satisfy his thirst
The devil is the one who riddles children with bullets
And only feels emptiness
He is the one who shatters children to smithereens
And distributes the parts to places unknown
Let us join hands and pray
Whether you worship the sun
Or the moon or the stars
Whether you have one God or many god's
Let the Jews,
The Christians,
The Muslims,
The Buddhists,
The Hindus,
The Zoroastrians,
Join hands and condemn this evil
Ravaging our fragile world
For the devil is not the one with a pointy horn
And a pointy tail
He does not wear a black billowing cape
He is a man, like everyone.
*Ameer*
The devil is not the being that has pointy horns
And a pointy tail
He does not wear a black billowing cape
And a mischievous smile
Rather,
The devil is the one who cuts people open for the fun of it
He is the one who couriers his conscience to the seventh gate of hell
The devil is the one who loves to see blood
Wash away a town
He is the one who decimates communities as a hobby
He is the one who sits in his luxury chair
And sends drones to desolate towns
Because he has a PhD in cruelty
The devil is the one who crafts orphans and widows
In a bid to satisfy his thirst
The devil is the one who riddles children with bullets
And only feels emptiness
He is the one who shatters children to smithereens
And distributes the parts to places unknown
Let us join hands and pray
Whether you worship the sun
Or the moon or the stars
Whether you have one God or many god's
Let the Jews,
The Christians,
The Muslims,
The Buddhists,
The Hindus,
The Zoroastrians,
Join hands and condemn this evil
Ravaging our fragile world
For the devil is not the one with a pointy horn
And a pointy tail
He does not wear a black billowing cape
He is a man, like everyone.
*Ameer*
POEM - I'M A HOPER - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
I'M A HOPER
I'm stronger than I look
Use the dictionary to mock
I'll swirl them with a fork
With each breath,I'll work
A girl,I am
Small biceps in my arm
But with a strength that is warm
A heart larger than a farm
Which veils a lot
Lifts uncountable heavy loads
Invisible like dots
With hope,I became a hoper
Imaginations make me a dreamer
Dyspnea makes me a fighter
My goals make me an achiever
Pain makes me stronger
With emotions am caged
Feeling high like a wedge
Nearly crossing the hedge
But I'm the strongest,I realized
I won't let it get me down
I believe am the strongest in town
Who wears pain,hope and love as a gown
Covered the face with mask like a clown
And strength as a crown
I'll strive further
Because am the hope of my mother
Giving up, and being hopeless,I'll murder
I'll strike like a thunder
Till I cross the indestructible border
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
I'm stronger than I look
Use the dictionary to mock
I'll swirl them with a fork
With each breath,I'll work
A girl,I am
Small biceps in my arm
But with a strength that is warm
A heart larger than a farm
Which veils a lot
Lifts uncountable heavy loads
Invisible like dots
With hope,I became a hoper
Imaginations make me a dreamer
Dyspnea makes me a fighter
My goals make me an achiever
Pain makes me stronger
With emotions am caged
Feeling high like a wedge
Nearly crossing the hedge
But I'm the strongest,I realized
I won't let it get me down
I believe am the strongest in town
Who wears pain,hope and love as a gown
Covered the face with mask like a clown
And strength as a crown
I'll strive further
Because am the hope of my mother
Giving up, and being hopeless,I'll murder
I'll strike like a thunder
Till I cross the indestructible border
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
POEM - HOPELESS LOVER - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
HOPELESS LOVER
He loved her,he said
With full hope,she laid
For love,she was a maid
Happiness,she was paid
He was different,she thought
To express the love,she fought
Fought all who insulted him
Love story like a film
Love held everything firm
All she had was sacrificed
In the name of love,she announced
She was a faithful lover
Always the first mover
Destroyed all that tried to cross the border
The feelings were ignored
A whole being was lowered
The heart was murdered
Into pieces it was shattered
The soul was watered
With hateful blood,it was covered
Experienced a new pain
Feelings became plain
Dysfunctional was her brain
Hatred was all that rained
Love made her psychotic
All she does becomes dramatic
Hell opened it's doors
Crying is all she does
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
He loved her,he said
With full hope,she laid
For love,she was a maid
Happiness,she was paid
He was different,she thought
To express the love,she fought
Fought all who insulted him
Love story like a film
Love held everything firm
All she had was sacrificed
In the name of love,she announced
She was a faithful lover
Always the first mover
Destroyed all that tried to cross the border
The feelings were ignored
A whole being was lowered
The heart was murdered
Into pieces it was shattered
The soul was watered
With hateful blood,it was covered
Experienced a new pain
Feelings became plain
Dysfunctional was her brain
Hatred was all that rained
Love made her psychotic
All she does becomes dramatic
Hell opened it's doors
Crying is all she does
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Poem - Mother's day! ZAINAB M MUSA
The praise of a mother
I pick up my pen today,
To praise she who spends her day,
To put a smile on a face,
It is really a grace,
To have her as a shade,
That never allows you to fade.
She's as cool as a gentle breeze,
Which does not make you to freeze.
She wakes up early,
A routine daily.
She teaches you to be holy,
And not to be a bully.
She is a hero,
Who makes you believe you can't score a zero,
She is a source of encouragement,
That makes you to never relent.
She is a guide,
To a brighter future ride.
She's dedicated like an entourage,
I salute your courage.
ZMM
In celebration of mother's day!
I pick up my pen today,
To praise she who spends her day,
To put a smile on a face,
It is really a grace,
To have her as a shade,
That never allows you to fade.
She's as cool as a gentle breeze,
Which does not make you to freeze.
She wakes up early,
A routine daily.
She teaches you to be holy,
And not to be a bully.
She is a hero,
Who makes you believe you can't score a zero,
She is a source of encouragement,
That makes you to never relent.
She is a guide,
To a brighter future ride.
She's dedicated like an entourage,
I salute your courage.
ZMM
In celebration of mother's day!
Poem - A tolerated killer - Nasruddeen
A tolerated killer
Imagine the feeling of incision without anesthesia,
Exactly that, stroked my cardia.
When I palpated a living death child.
From where he came? I had no idea.
But resembled IDP orphans of Somalia.
Had worn-out muscles as a used gauze.
With frozen arteries and veins
All blocked by rigid and sticky erythrocyte
Shaped like crescent moons.
Pale skin, swollen hands and feet plus pneumonia.
Severe symptoms of sickle cell anemia.
Oh! Not a Somali, realized I
But a son of self-serving lovebird
That denied their incompatibility
Even though their genotypes are incompatible.
And chose to geneticized miseries
To their yet born babies.
I held his arm, my eyes widened as owl's
Then I fell into chasm of thoughts
Does love worth all sacrifices?
Even the health and joy of our offsprings?
Isn't it easy to eradicate sickle cell disease?
Or is our gruesome acts let it living?
Aren't we serving its cycle?
Why don't we starve it now?
NSA Mbaya.
Imagine the feeling of incision without anesthesia,
Exactly that, stroked my cardia.
When I palpated a living death child.
From where he came? I had no idea.
But resembled IDP orphans of Somalia.
Had worn-out muscles as a used gauze.
With frozen arteries and veins
All blocked by rigid and sticky erythrocyte
Shaped like crescent moons.
Pale skin, swollen hands and feet plus pneumonia.
Severe symptoms of sickle cell anemia.
Oh! Not a Somali, realized I
But a son of self-serving lovebird
That denied their incompatibility
Even though their genotypes are incompatible.
And chose to geneticized miseries
To their yet born babies.
I held his arm, my eyes widened as owl's
Then I fell into chasm of thoughts
Does love worth all sacrifices?
Even the health and joy of our offsprings?
Isn't it easy to eradicate sickle cell disease?
Or is our gruesome acts let it living?
Aren't we serving its cycle?
Why don't we starve it now?
NSA Mbaya.
POEM - SICKLE CELL DISEASE- MARYAM SALMAN
It's more than just a case of mutated haemoglobin
It's more than a cell been sickle shaped
It's eternal hardship full of pain.
Know your genotype today; Help stop the Menace.
*Maryam Salman*
It's more than a cell been sickle shaped
It's eternal hardship full of pain.
Know your genotype today; Help stop the Menace.
*Maryam Salman*
Poem - AMAZING WARRIORESS - Maryam Salman
*AMAZING WARRIORESS**
The amazing warrioress
Face full of smiles even though in pain.
Fighting fearlessly,
Determined to stay alive.
Never look down on her,
For knowledge is a servant to her
Talents and gift she's full of it.
For a warrioress is never without skills
Know that she's not perfect, Nobody is
She has her weaknesses, just like anyone else.
But don't take her for granted;
For she's a warrior so magnanimous
Emotions and feelings; she's got them too
Friendship and Love, she's entitled to.
She's got a heart full of gold
That accommodates anyone who cares to hold
To discrimination and stigmatization I say Nay!
Because she's a normal human who is so gay
Love and cherish her instead; it surely pays
To the amazing Sickle Warrioress I say Aye!
*Maryam Salman **
The amazing warrioress
Face full of smiles even though in pain.
Fighting fearlessly,
Determined to stay alive.
Never look down on her,
For knowledge is a servant to her
Talents and gift she's full of it.
For a warrioress is never without skills
Know that she's not perfect, Nobody is
She has her weaknesses, just like anyone else.
But don't take her for granted;
For she's a warrior so magnanimous
Emotions and feelings; she's got them too
Friendship and Love, she's entitled to.
She's got a heart full of gold
That accommodates anyone who cares to hold
To discrimination and stigmatization I say Nay!
Because she's a normal human who is so gay
Love and cherish her instead; it surely pays
To the amazing Sickle Warrioress I say Aye!
*Maryam Salman **
Poem - Life - Maryam Salman
*Life*
All the hustles and struggles
Man's journey is not complete without bustles
Suffering in the harsh weather
Come rain; come sunshine
Just to make ends meet.
As I looked around
I could see weary shoulders and wrinkled faces
Toiling day in; day out.
Well built bodies wearing away
Like the rags of the old village woman.
Life is like a hollow valley
Full of gold and diamonds at the bottom
Like the proverbial Valley in the Adventures of Sinbad.
Yet you must trod on needles and nails
To be able to reach the bottom
There you will find your treasures.
Oh you the hardworking one
Know that you shall reap what you sow
And enjoy the fruit of your labour
For surely one day your star shall shine.
That day wealth shall be at your reach.
*Maryam_Salman*
All the hustles and struggles
Man's journey is not complete without bustles
Suffering in the harsh weather
Come rain; come sunshine
Just to make ends meet.
As I looked around
I could see weary shoulders and wrinkled faces
Toiling day in; day out.
Well built bodies wearing away
Like the rags of the old village woman.
Life is like a hollow valley
Full of gold and diamonds at the bottom
Like the proverbial Valley in the Adventures of Sinbad.
Yet you must trod on needles and nails
To be able to reach the bottom
There you will find your treasures.
Oh you the hardworking one
Know that you shall reap what you sow
And enjoy the fruit of your labour
For surely one day your star shall shine.
That day wealth shall be at your reach.
*Maryam_Salman*
POEM - BREATHLESS LUNGS - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
BREATHLESS LUNGS
Bronchioles became constricted
Oxygen inhalation restricted
Hunger for air
Wheezing is all you hear
Being breathless is the fear
Crying daily till the last drop of tear disappear
Pain due to hypoxia
Loss of weight because of anorexia
Skin,all reddish-blue
Calmness and peace flew
Lungs tightened without a clue
Still holding onto hope
But slippery is the rope
The Pain can't be moped
Of all pains,it's on top
Worst than you can cope
Prisoned by the mask
All emotions,pains and tears trapped by the mask
Though it helps in completing the task
The nightmare is formalin
At the wall,is where she leans
All she thinks is healing
All she lives is a nightmare
Instead of a dream,she sees nightmare
Always struggling for oxygen
Pain inherited by her gene
Hell in it's living form
Blazing fire is all the heart gets
Burning all the love it gates
Without oxygen,she's a struggler
For healing,she's a prayer
Because of her dreams,she's a fighter
To relief the pain,she's an encourager
A life without coughs she dreams
Breathing easily,she dreams
To help those like her,she hopes
That's why she still holds the rope
With the hope that she'll make it someday
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Dedicated to Khamis Abdullahi☺
Bronchioles became constricted
Oxygen inhalation restricted
Hunger for air
Wheezing is all you hear
Being breathless is the fear
Crying daily till the last drop of tear disappear
Pain due to hypoxia
Loss of weight because of anorexia
Skin,all reddish-blue
Calmness and peace flew
Lungs tightened without a clue
Still holding onto hope
But slippery is the rope
The Pain can't be moped
Of all pains,it's on top
Worst than you can cope
Prisoned by the mask
All emotions,pains and tears trapped by the mask
Though it helps in completing the task
The nightmare is formalin
At the wall,is where she leans
All she thinks is healing
All she lives is a nightmare
Instead of a dream,she sees nightmare
Always struggling for oxygen
Pain inherited by her gene
Hell in it's living form
Blazing fire is all the heart gets
Burning all the love it gates
Without oxygen,she's a struggler
For healing,she's a prayer
Because of her dreams,she's a fighter
To relief the pain,she's an encourager
A life without coughs she dreams
Breathing easily,she dreams
To help those like her,she hopes
That's why she still holds the rope
With the hope that she'll make it someday
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Dedicated to Khamis Abdullahi☺
POEM - SHATTERED GLASSES, WITHERED FLOWERS - MARYAM SALMAN
*SHATTERED GLASSES, WITHERED FLOWERS*
Our friendship!
Once as fresh as ripe grapes
Once as peaceful as a flowing spring.
Admired by all,
From far and near.
Our friendship!
Once, our connection was deep.
Once, the bond was strong,
And the love almost eternal.
The feelings, we mutually shared.
Our friendship!
Once as harmonized as a mirror,
Once as beautiful as a blooming flower.
Like siblings, we loved and cared,
Like twins, we shared our secrets.
But alas,
The connection seized.
The bond dissolved and it all collapsed
As our friendship became shattered;
Like broken glasses and withered flowers.
*Maryam Salman*
Our friendship!
Once as fresh as ripe grapes
Once as peaceful as a flowing spring.
Admired by all,
From far and near.
Our friendship!
Once, our connection was deep.
Once, the bond was strong,
And the love almost eternal.
The feelings, we mutually shared.
Our friendship!
Once as harmonized as a mirror,
Once as beautiful as a blooming flower.
Like siblings, we loved and cared,
Like twins, we shared our secrets.
But alas,
The connection seized.
The bond dissolved and it all collapsed
As our friendship became shattered;
Like broken glasses and withered flowers.
*Maryam Salman*
POETRY TALENT - FATIMA SUMDA
The sun sets with a bewitching crimson glow
A thousand smiles,ten thousand tears.
The burdens of the day take their tow,
Buried are many dreams, many fears.
The night promises of a glorious dawn
Another sunrise. Another chance.
A new albeit weak flame of hope is born.
Heartbeats give rhythm to the soul's dance
Xhx
A thousand smiles,ten thousand tears.
The burdens of the day take their tow,
Buried are many dreams, many fears.
The night promises of a glorious dawn
Another sunrise. Another chance.
A new albeit weak flame of hope is born.
Heartbeats give rhythm to the soul's dance
Xhx
POETRY TALENT - Her moon and stars - FATIMA SUMDA
Her moon and stars
Once upon a moon
With a thousand stars adorning her glam
Up high in a dark sky
She glared
Indeed the saga of the moon and stars
It was all she had
She was born in an era of doom
But never did she ever forsaked to bloom
She discovered her strength in the aura of the night
After all, it was all she had
Staring deep into the eyes of the stars
She knew her dreams was fire
Dancing around the full moon
Her joy was never to perish
It was all she had
Her moon and stars
She's the moons woman
Queen of flowery stars
In all her existence
Her moon and stars
Was all she had
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Happy women's day
Once upon a moon
With a thousand stars adorning her glam
Up high in a dark sky
She glared
Indeed the saga of the moon and stars
It was all she had
She was born in an era of doom
But never did she ever forsaked to bloom
She discovered her strength in the aura of the night
After all, it was all she had
Staring deep into the eyes of the stars
She knew her dreams was fire
Dancing around the full moon
Her joy was never to perish
It was all she had
Her moon and stars
She's the moons woman
Queen of flowery stars
In all her existence
Her moon and stars
Was all she had
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Happy women's day
POEM - Behind that prescription- Zainab M Musa
...Behind that prescription
It seems to be below your expectations,
Lo! It is beyond all your assumptions,
It is neither a secret code,
Nor a sealed communic ation mode,
It is a skill acquired by determination,
A sacrifice made for passion.
It does not look poor by intention,
And not by the doctor's discretion.
It must not be calligraphic,
For it to be authentic.
It should just be comprehending,
To the pharmacist in charge of dispensing.
Never see it as an ill looking manuscript,
What matters is the content of the script.
For behind that prescription,
Is a silent wish for your speedy recuperation.
ZMM
It seems to be below your expectations,
Lo! It is beyond all your assumptions,
It is neither a secret code,
Nor a sealed communic ation mode,
It is a skill acquired by determination,
A sacrifice made for passion.
It does not look poor by intention,
And not by the doctor's discretion.
It must not be calligraphic,
For it to be authentic.
It should just be comprehending,
To the pharmacist in charge of dispensing.
Never see it as an ill looking manuscript,
What matters is the content of the script.
For behind that prescription,
Is a silent wish for your speedy recuperation.
ZMM
POEM - The Awaited Lass - A.M TOYYIB
The Awaited Lass
By Abdulganeey Muhammed Toyyib©2017
I don’t know whether you are on earth yet,
But I know you will arise from an egg,
Where you will be selected among millions,
Awaiting a headed-tail to kiss you.
How we will meet,
Where we will meet,
When we will meet,
I am not aware of it yet.
But I know we will surely meet.
I don’t know your melanin score,
Whether you are fair or black,
But I know you will have one
That will express your ultimate beauty.
By Abdulganeey Muhammed Toyyib©2017
I don’t know whether you are on earth yet,
But I know you will arise from an egg,
Where you will be selected among millions,
Awaiting a headed-tail to kiss you.
How we will meet,
Where we will meet,
When we will meet,
I am not aware of it yet.
But I know we will surely meet.
I don’t know your melanin score,
Whether you are fair or black,
But I know you will have one
That will express your ultimate beauty.
POEM - FREEZING HEART - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
FREEZING HEART
Heart discovered it's freezing
By snow that is existing
Extinction it's pretending
Angels like demons are rising
Emotions as soldiers are fighting
Battling with the soul as it's suffering
Pain has been reborn
After it's twin was born
Burnt in a place unknown
By a mother that was abandoned
Caged by a father yet to be known
The heart has been solidified
After it was liquified
A valued being acidified
Trusted those that electrified
With strength certified
Unknown it has broken
With ice it became frozen
Pieces distributed in dozens
Unwanted was proven
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Heart discovered it's freezing
By snow that is existing
Extinction it's pretending
Angels like demons are rising
Emotions as soldiers are fighting
Battling with the soul as it's suffering
Pain has been reborn
After it's twin was born
Burnt in a place unknown
By a mother that was abandoned
Caged by a father yet to be known
The heart has been solidified
After it was liquified
A valued being acidified
Trusted those that electrified
With strength certified
Unknown it has broken
With ice it became frozen
Pieces distributed in dozens
Unwanted was proven
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
MOTIVATIONAL TALK - MARYAM YAHYA BAMBALE
A second, a breadth, a missed step and a wrong decision is all it takes to change everything. And right there, right before your eyes everything gets shattered, crushed, annihilated. The road darkens and you feel the pain deep inside your marrow. Adrenaline surges through your vein. You can feel your heart's violent thumping in your chest. And you are falling....breaking apart. You feel you'll never recover. A lost that deep should last forever. You promise to never forget. You sulk and walk like an empty shell, living on past memories. But eventually you do forget. Time they say heals every wound. But you are not the same person anymore. You are stronger and better. You smile again, laugh even. And isn't that what happiness is? A series of moments? A smile here, a laugh there?.
~~~~~~MYB~~~~
~~~~~~MYB~~~~
POEM - MOMENTS OF THE GIRL - Fatima Muhammad Sani
MOMENTS OF THE GIRL
Once lived a girl filled with life
Overwhelmed by devotion of existence
She was covered with the calmness and coolness of life
Hers was a life complete as a moon
With an unlimited imagination she lived her life
Unbeknownst to her the trials to come
Very innocent and shy
Shining like a star up high
Craving for wings to fly
Exploring the world through the sky
To nurture culture and people she dreamt
A teenager is now the new version of the girl
A wonderful life she wanted
Attention she craved
Beautiful faces she praised
True friendship she craved
A beautiful life she had
Fair friendship she had
Happy with all that she had
Life seemed perfect
Suddenly,life turned up
The friendship she craved twisted up
Hardship of life turned up
A disastrous situation showed up
Hope was lost
Love was lost
Faith nearly lost
Calmness vanished
And Peace diminished
The rose became dried
An ocean she cried
Her soul with fire was fried
With every breath she tried
Her body was tied
"I'm okay" she lied
And life changed once again
Found love and hope again
Friendship was gained again
Peace of mind was revived
Life became lovable
Voice became audible
Hope became readable
All became reasonable
And once again life changed it's side
Been fooled she discovered
Emotions she shared was ignored
Life she regretted
Hopeless her she allowed
But decided to recover
An uninvited friendship she discovered
Helped her potentials discovered
All hope recovered
Stronger her has emerged
Life filled with love and care she allowed
A lovely her she's building
An amazing life she's dreaming
Success she's achieving
Her talents she's discovering
Her hope she's recovering
Oxygen she's craving
Recovery she's dreaming
A successful woman is emerging
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Once lived a girl filled with life
Overwhelmed by devotion of existence
She was covered with the calmness and coolness of life
Hers was a life complete as a moon
With an unlimited imagination she lived her life
Unbeknownst to her the trials to come
Very innocent and shy
Shining like a star up high
Craving for wings to fly
Exploring the world through the sky
To nurture culture and people she dreamt
A teenager is now the new version of the girl
A wonderful life she wanted
Attention she craved
Beautiful faces she praised
True friendship she craved
A beautiful life she had
Fair friendship she had
Happy with all that she had
Life seemed perfect
Suddenly,life turned up
The friendship she craved twisted up
Hardship of life turned up
A disastrous situation showed up
Hope was lost
Love was lost
Faith nearly lost
Calmness vanished
And Peace diminished
The rose became dried
An ocean she cried
Her soul with fire was fried
With every breath she tried
Her body was tied
"I'm okay" she lied
And life changed once again
Found love and hope again
Friendship was gained again
Peace of mind was revived
Life became lovable
Voice became audible
Hope became readable
All became reasonable
And once again life changed it's side
Been fooled she discovered
Emotions she shared was ignored
Life she regretted
Hopeless her she allowed
But decided to recover
An uninvited friendship she discovered
Helped her potentials discovered
All hope recovered
Stronger her has emerged
Life filled with love and care she allowed
A lovely her she's building
An amazing life she's dreaming
Success she's achieving
Her talents she's discovering
Her hope she's recovering
Oxygen she's craving
Recovery she's dreaming
A successful woman is emerging
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
Poem - Welcome To Clinicals, U14MD Members - Dream Becomes Reality - Habeebullah
*Welcome To Clinicals, U14MD Members - Dream Becomes Reality*
I say to you all, you are welcome
Clinical students, we have become
In this field of ours that is gruesome
We pray that Almighty would make it awesome
As we dive into the part that is clinical
Where everything becomes so technical
And character becomes principal
May our scores ever be monumental
In the clinical jungle, we are trying to cope
Where pen is replaced by stethoscope
And survival is defined by hope
May we never come to the end of our rope
The password to success is what we try to guess
Because success is something vital we must access
As we hope for nothing less than success
May our efforts never turn to mess
Special greeting to our class rep, Kareto
A calm and good looking guy from Borno
What a wonderful being from head to toe
May God's mercy be with you wherever you go
The gate is widely opened, welcome to shika
Where every dweller is a record breaker
As you all hope to become medical undertaker
It is pleasure being medical knowledge seeker
#Abusufyanwizmed, Sa'id Y. H
✌🏼
I say to you all, you are welcome
Clinical students, we have become
In this field of ours that is gruesome
We pray that Almighty would make it awesome
As we dive into the part that is clinical
Where everything becomes so technical
And character becomes principal
May our scores ever be monumental
In the clinical jungle, we are trying to cope
Where pen is replaced by stethoscope
And survival is defined by hope
May we never come to the end of our rope
The password to success is what we try to guess
Because success is something vital we must access
As we hope for nothing less than success
May our efforts never turn to mess
Special greeting to our class rep, Kareto
A calm and good looking guy from Borno
What a wonderful being from head to toe
May God's mercy be with you wherever you go
The gate is widely opened, welcome to shika
Where every dweller is a record breaker
As you all hope to become medical undertaker
It is pleasure being medical knowledge seeker
#Abusufyanwizmed, Sa'id Y. H
✌🏼
Poem - My Mother - The Special One - Habeebullah
*My Mother - The Special One*
I genuflect to your kindness, my mother
With my mischief now and then, you seem not to bother
Even during hardship, u were always willing to foster
And now, the compensation you deserve, is what I'm trying to gather.
You brought me to this world without asking for a penny
When I was preteen, you were my sole nanny
But now that you are a blessed granny
I pray that Almighty would forever make you sunny
You gave me something I needed most, motherly attention
Whenever I was petrified, you eased my tension
You taught me that what is most important is concentration
Because without that, one could fall into confusion
Into medical field, you wished me to dive
And here I am trying to survive
If not because of you, I wouldn't be alive
And in this same field I promise to wive
You nurtured me to become prayerful
And here I am, living a life that is peaceful
Even when nostalgic, I never felt sorrowful
Oh Mother! You are indeed wonderful
I call unto you mother, my wealth is totally yours
Extract from it without any force
If you need beyond my wealth, give me calls
I have made a covenant never to ignore your bawls
#Abusufyanwizmed, Sa'id Y. H
✌🏼
I genuflect to your kindness, my mother
With my mischief now and then, you seem not to bother
Even during hardship, u were always willing to foster
And now, the compensation you deserve, is what I'm trying to gather.
You brought me to this world without asking for a penny
When I was preteen, you were my sole nanny
But now that you are a blessed granny
I pray that Almighty would forever make you sunny
You gave me something I needed most, motherly attention
Whenever I was petrified, you eased my tension
You taught me that what is most important is concentration
Because without that, one could fall into confusion
Into medical field, you wished me to dive
And here I am trying to survive
If not because of you, I wouldn't be alive
And in this same field I promise to wive
You nurtured me to become prayerful
And here I am, living a life that is peaceful
Even when nostalgic, I never felt sorrowful
Oh Mother! You are indeed wonderful
I call unto you mother, my wealth is totally yours
Extract from it without any force
If you need beyond my wealth, give me calls
I have made a covenant never to ignore your bawls
#Abusufyanwizmed, Sa'id Y. H
✌🏼
POEM - Welcome to Creative Minds - Habeeb
*Welcome to Creative Minds - Fatima Muhammad Sani*
In Almighty God we trust
With whom our lives we entrust
The impeccable that is forever just
Even after we all turn to dust
And here you are, the oasis of expressivity
Dwelled by those who crave for work of mentality
Not because of their inborn sanity
But because we can't live without creativity
What an assortment of great minds
Where blindsiding things tend to bind
And craftiness seems to wind
All because of the rarity of their kind
Oh! Fatima Muhammad Sani!
The veracity of your writings
And the stupefaction of your art
Are those that make me wonder
If truly you are a medical student
What a juxtaposition of talents
He God has concocted
Endowed upon the soul of a friend
Fatima Muhammad Sani, the doctor-to-be
And the great artisan just about to shine.
#Abusufyanwizmed, Sa'id Y. H
✌🏼
In Almighty God we trust
With whom our lives we entrust
The impeccable that is forever just
Even after we all turn to dust
And here you are, the oasis of expressivity
Dwelled by those who crave for work of mentality
Not because of their inborn sanity
But because we can't live without creativity
What an assortment of great minds
Where blindsiding things tend to bind
And craftiness seems to wind
All because of the rarity of their kind
Oh! Fatima Muhammad Sani!
The veracity of your writings
And the stupefaction of your art
Are those that make me wonder
If truly you are a medical student
What a juxtaposition of talents
He God has concocted
Endowed upon the soul of a friend
Fatima Muhammad Sani, the doctor-to-be
And the great artisan just about to shine.
#Abusufyanwizmed, Sa'id Y. H
✌🏼
POEM - THE LOST VALUE - TOYYIB
*The* *Lost* *Value*
*By* *Abdulganeey* *Muhammed* *Toyyib*
The world cries
And cries till her eyes bulge
Cries of ignorance
Of what people inscribed on her wall
Why?
Once upon a time,
The world, home of humility,
Home of empathy.
But now bereft of it
By those she trusts
Is that a fair?
What a world!
A world where innocents are blamed,
Where littles are belittled.
Even the animals,
The trees are also tortured
Why? because they can’t speak?
Corruption lies in their heart,
And wickedness hold sway
A world of warcraft,
Where missiles smile in the air
Oh! They are even testing it.
Oh my God!
Water turns deep red,
Earth refuses to open,
And homes are shattered.
Children wander ‘round,
Devoid of home,
Clothes and food.
Oh My God!
Oh my God, are we human?
Why are we on earth?
Maybe beneath earth will do.
Humility, report us to God.
Maybe He will change us.
Just tell him everything.
*By* *Abdulganeey* *Muhammed* *Toyyib*
The world cries
And cries till her eyes bulge
Cries of ignorance
Of what people inscribed on her wall
Why?
Once upon a time,
The world, home of humility,
Home of empathy.
But now bereft of it
By those she trusts
Is that a fair?
What a world!
A world where innocents are blamed,
Where littles are belittled.
Even the animals,
The trees are also tortured
Why? because they can’t speak?
Corruption lies in their heart,
And wickedness hold sway
A world of warcraft,
Where missiles smile in the air
Oh! They are even testing it.
Oh my God!
Water turns deep red,
Earth refuses to open,
And homes are shattered.
Children wander ‘round,
Devoid of home,
Clothes and food.
Oh My God!
Oh my God, are we human?
Why are we on earth?
Maybe beneath earth will do.
Humility, report us to God.
Maybe He will change us.
Just tell him everything.
POETRY TALENT - LOVE - FATIMA SUMDA
Love...
An ocean full of emotions
Which creates an undying commotion
But arise to a divine devotion
It's a reflection of affection
And not an obsession
It's tamed with truth and strengthened with trust
Faith and fights
Pain and pleasure
There is room for tears but not fear or doubt
It speaks respect and radiate happiness
It's a precious flower with out a gloom
It's always ready to bloom
Is it passion or compassion
It's a path fashioned with dreams of pleasure and virtue
It's a treasure we embrace and never replace
It's not an attachment
It's never an obsession
But a reflection of truth
It is love
A reflection of affection
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
An ocean full of emotions
Which creates an undying commotion
But arise to a divine devotion
It's a reflection of affection
And not an obsession
It's tamed with truth and strengthened with trust
Faith and fights
Pain and pleasure
There is room for tears but not fear or doubt
It speaks respect and radiate happiness
It's a precious flower with out a gloom
It's always ready to bloom
Is it passion or compassion
It's a path fashioned with dreams of pleasure and virtue
It's a treasure we embrace and never replace
It's not an attachment
It's never an obsession
But a reflection of truth
It is love
A reflection of affection
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - STAIN.. - FATIMA SUMDA
STAIN...
stained with pain I did not bargain
My heart is strained my hands are tied
And my smile well forgotten
I have lost the charisma of my smile
The beauty of my happiness
I can't help but ask why pain
Drowning in an amazing confusion I ask again
What fault had I
I have lost my sleep and regret my dreams
Already been sad I have this to add
A tear so honest
Creating a flawless sea
I cried a thousand fold to console my stars
Tears I have as cold as fire
But in my fate are screaming stars
Spare me this pain
I ask again
Oh skies above what is my cure
Is it the patience of the moon
Or the calmness of the sun
Is it the purity of roses
Or the love of doves
What is my cure
Pleasure of my sadness is immeasurable
All I wish, a crown of happiness
Is that too much to ask...
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
stained with pain I did not bargain
My heart is strained my hands are tied
And my smile well forgotten
I have lost the charisma of my smile
The beauty of my happiness
I can't help but ask why pain
Drowning in an amazing confusion I ask again
What fault had I
I have lost my sleep and regret my dreams
Already been sad I have this to add
A tear so honest
Creating a flawless sea
I cried a thousand fold to console my stars
Tears I have as cold as fire
But in my fate are screaming stars
Spare me this pain
I ask again
Oh skies above what is my cure
Is it the patience of the moon
Or the calmness of the sun
Is it the purity of roses
Or the love of doves
What is my cure
Pleasure of my sadness is immeasurable
All I wish, a crown of happiness
Is that too much to ask...
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Poetry Talent - She is Zarah - Fatima Sumda
She is Zarah who leaves in the fragrance of flowers
And feed on the purity of doves
She prays in the flote of calmness
And hide in the shades of mountains
Indeed she is Zarah
With a pain of roses
With a smile as devouring as sunset
She sees as far as seas
With a sight as pleasing as snow
She wears a gown of oceans
That flows as far as fury
She is mystical, just like magic
She's found in the garden of moonlight
Kind as warmth
Sincere as sight
She's the girl with eyes of ice
She sights beyond the sea
Her personality, full of majesty
Her entirety, out of reality
Her humble soul, noble as chastity
She is Zarah
Queen of tranquility...
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
And feed on the purity of doves
She prays in the flote of calmness
And hide in the shades of mountains
Indeed she is Zarah
With a pain of roses
With a smile as devouring as sunset
She sees as far as seas
With a sight as pleasing as snow
She wears a gown of oceans
That flows as far as fury
She is mystical, just like magic
She's found in the garden of moonlight
Kind as warmth
Sincere as sight
She's the girl with eyes of ice
She sights beyond the sea
Her personality, full of majesty
Her entirety, out of reality
Her humble soul, noble as chastity
She is Zarah
Queen of tranquility...
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - RAIN - FATIMA SUMDA
Rain..
Rain as ordained as destiny
we cannot deny
It comes to calm a storm
And wash away scars of disdain
Just as destiny we cannot deny
We feign pain of splashing waters
But gain blessings of rippling streams
We deny that which flow in our veins
Drop by drop the rain song plays
With a tune unexplained
Sizzle sizzle a drizzling rope
Echoes of thunder
Adornment of lightening
Alas sunshine
We denied at first
We dance the peacock saga
In a sunshine of a monkey's wedding
Indeed a blessing offered in a clover of love
Devouring the darkness, relieving the sadness
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Rain as ordained as destiny
we cannot deny
It comes to calm a storm
And wash away scars of disdain
Just as destiny we cannot deny
We feign pain of splashing waters
But gain blessings of rippling streams
We deny that which flow in our veins
Drop by drop the rain song plays
With a tune unexplained
Sizzle sizzle a drizzling rope
Echoes of thunder
Adornment of lightening
Alas sunshine
We denied at first
We dance the peacock saga
In a sunshine of a monkey's wedding
Indeed a blessing offered in a clover of love
Devouring the darkness, relieving the sadness
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - Trade of betrayal... - Fatima Sumda
Trade of betrayal...
I fear love
A trade of betrayal
Having pain as payment
And tears as tokens...
Am not sad I lie once more
I feel just a little sad
I conceal again
I am hurt but it doesn't matter
My desires I refute my wants I refuse
My heart was slayed
In the trade of betrayal
Accept my flaws as though they are flowers
True beauty is full of flaws
Even the darkest night has stars
And the stars are it flaws...
My heart isn't flawless
It has scars
I fear love
A trade of betrayal
Having pain as payment
And tears as tokens...
Am not sad I lie once more
I feel just a little sad
I conceal again
I am hurt but it doesn't matter
My desires I refute my wants I refuse
My heart was slayed
In the trade of betrayal
Accept my flaws as though they are flowers
True beauty is full of flaws
Even the darkest night has stars
And the stars are it flaws...
My heart isn't flawless
It has scars
GENIUS WRITING - POETRY - FATIMA SUMDA
Poetry
I write instead of soliloquy
A colony of words with melody
I use the theory of poetry
A story of ivory in memory
I see the analogy of words with treasury
Is it poetry or jewelry
Enlightened by the delight of comedy
With bonanza of stanzas
That rhymes with time
Green rhymes seen
Verses of esteem
Not out of theme
Smile for a while
Rhymes a sea mile
It's poetry not soliloquy
Where stories of stanzas are told...
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
I write instead of soliloquy
A colony of words with melody
I use the theory of poetry
A story of ivory in memory
I see the analogy of words with treasury
Is it poetry or jewelry
Enlightened by the delight of comedy
With bonanza of stanzas
That rhymes with time
Green rhymes seen
Verses of esteem
Not out of theme
Smile for a while
Rhymes a sea mile
It's poetry not soliloquy
Where stories of stanzas are told...
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Poetry Talent - Smiling with tears - Fatima Sumda
Smiling with tears
smiling with tears
with words lonely in my mind
words kept unspoken
like an unseen rainbow
lurking in the clouds
is this loneliness or silence
is this joy or sadness
I smiled with tears
With no self pity
And every second so cruel
Indeed it's a smile that deceives
Hiding my want
Concealing my pain
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
smiling with tears
with words lonely in my mind
words kept unspoken
like an unseen rainbow
lurking in the clouds
is this loneliness or silence
is this joy or sadness
I smiled with tears
With no self pity
And every second so cruel
Indeed it's a smile that deceives
Hiding my want
Concealing my pain
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
Poetry Talent - An Incomplete Story... - Fatima Sumda
An Incomplete Story...
The heart is so delicate like flowers plucked from their branches
it pays a price for our happiness and sorrows
it waits for love like an incomplete story
while waiting it beautiful flowers withers
not like leaves from a tree but like snow from the sky
indeed the heart does cry not with a tear
but with tune of music in an untold story.
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinker...
The heart is so delicate like flowers plucked from their branches
it pays a price for our happiness and sorrows
it waits for love like an incomplete story
while waiting it beautiful flowers withers
not like leaves from a tree but like snow from the sky
indeed the heart does cry not with a tear
but with tune of music in an untold story.
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinker...
POETRY TALENT - CURSED... - FATIMA SUMDA
CURSED...
awakened by the giggle of eagles
I stand bewildered
cursed by the fear of shadow
with a tragic prick of magic
in this heinous chaos the flowers
bereaved of sunshine smiles
the whistling wind tuning in disgust
but that's the flaws of life it is simple without a dimple
shadows of which I shed tears
with fear of an insane theif clouding my soul
I need in all
a saintly kiss
I need in all a magical prick
simple smiles with dimples
in a course as wild as hunger
I stand bewildered
with eyes of a an an eagle
preying for solace
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
awakened by the giggle of eagles
I stand bewildered
cursed by the fear of shadow
with a tragic prick of magic
in this heinous chaos the flowers
bereaved of sunshine smiles
the whistling wind tuning in disgust
but that's the flaws of life it is simple without a dimple
shadows of which I shed tears
with fear of an insane theif clouding my soul
I need in all
a saintly kiss
I need in all a magical prick
simple smiles with dimples
in a course as wild as hunger
I stand bewildered
with eyes of a an an eagle
preying for solace
Fatima Usman Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - MY THOUGHTS THOUGH - FATIMA SUMDA
MY THOUGHTS THOUGH
I saw a wind as strong as fury
but all I thought was it should decloud my mind
I saw an ocean as vast as reason
but all I thought was it should swallow my grief
I saw light as bright as stars
but all I thought was it should be my dreams
I have forgotten that clouds have rain
I didn't know that my dream is the sun
but wat of my grief...
looking into the book of life
I weep to sweep away my grief
lies within are questions unasked
and answers unquestioned
we live in the chaos of a moonless night
caging our beings in prisons of delusions
we live in so much worry and end up sorry
I was only thinking...
Thinkerbelle
I saw a wind as strong as fury
but all I thought was it should decloud my mind
I saw an ocean as vast as reason
but all I thought was it should swallow my grief
I saw light as bright as stars
but all I thought was it should be my dreams
I have forgotten that clouds have rain
I didn't know that my dream is the sun
but wat of my grief...
looking into the book of life
I weep to sweep away my grief
lies within are questions unasked
and answers unquestioned
we live in the chaos of a moonless night
caging our beings in prisons of delusions
we live in so much worry and end up sorry
I was only thinking...
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - LONE LOVE - FATIMA SUMDA
LONE LOVE
I made a mistake
haven fallen for a loner
who feeds on silence
I thought I could bear it
so I endured silence with patience
and hoped he will embrace I into the mystery of his world
but wat I aspired was just impossible
I drowned in my tears
and frowned at my smile
am left with a frozen heart
I waited for long but the weight I can't carry
it was my mistake
I won't forget
but I will always regret
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
I made a mistake
haven fallen for a loner
who feeds on silence
I thought I could bear it
so I endured silence with patience
and hoped he will embrace I into the mystery of his world
but wat I aspired was just impossible
I drowned in my tears
and frowned at my smile
am left with a frozen heart
I waited for long but the weight I can't carry
it was my mistake
I won't forget
but I will always regret
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY TALENT - AN ECCEDENTESIAST WISH... - FATIMA SUMDA
AN ECCEDENTESIAST WISH...
May the stars that shine
From the sky above
Be yours and mine
May the moon in the sky
As proud as clouds
Embrace you with grace
Life is a fountain of desire
With mountains of trials
But with age and courage
We learn to conquer
We stand tall and unconquerable
We must never worry or hurry
Live as free as trees
Run and have fun
For all hope is not gone
Stare at the skies
With your priceless eyes
Then you see love from above
Flooding your blood stream
I wish for you success as sweet as honey
Which no money can buy
We should not despair for we are Invictus...
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
May the stars that shine
From the sky above
Be yours and mine
May the moon in the sky
As proud as clouds
Embrace you with grace
Life is a fountain of desire
With mountains of trials
But with age and courage
We learn to conquer
We stand tall and unconquerable
We must never worry or hurry
Live as free as trees
Run and have fun
For all hope is not gone
Stare at the skies
With your priceless eyes
Then you see love from above
Flooding your blood stream
I wish for you success as sweet as honey
Which no money can buy
We should not despair for we are Invictus...
Fatima Sumda
Thinkerbelle
POETRY - HOPE - UMM AMATULLAH
HOPE???
My eyes have seen things
That make my heart bleed
The downtrodden weep
Yet, the mighty claims not to see
The blood of the innocent have been spilled
Unjustly people have been killed
Whoever has sown an evil seed
Is sure to reap an evil yield
We have been plunged into deep sorrow
With hardly any hope left for tomorrow
The question is who is responsible?
For our current state that is so despicable
The poor point at the well to do
The wealthy point at the destitute
But it takes two to tango
A bitter truth which many don't know
We should give up the blame game
And become one and rise to fame
It's time to stop these accusations
That are mere imaginations
One day for sure, we will smile
Dried up will be the tears of our cry
For there is no beginning without an end
And after the darkest night comes a new dawn...
💎💎Umm Amatullah 💎💎
My eyes have seen things
That make my heart bleed
The downtrodden weep
Yet, the mighty claims not to see
The blood of the innocent have been spilled
Unjustly people have been killed
Whoever has sown an evil seed
Is sure to reap an evil yield
We have been plunged into deep sorrow
With hardly any hope left for tomorrow
The question is who is responsible?
For our current state that is so despicable
The poor point at the well to do
The wealthy point at the destitute
But it takes two to tango
A bitter truth which many don't know
We should give up the blame game
And become one and rise to fame
It's time to stop these accusations
That are mere imaginations
One day for sure, we will smile
Dried up will be the tears of our cry
For there is no beginning without an end
And after the darkest night comes a new dawn...
💎💎Umm Amatullah 💎💎
POETRY - CIVILIZATION - UMM AMATULLAH
CIVILIZATION
Civilization is a canker worm
That has well become the norm
Coming in various forms
Leaving behind destruction in turn
Females now dress half-naked
Products are now half-baked
Morals have now been caked
Packaged and thrown into the lake
Under the guise of civilization
Children no longer respect their parents
Words of advice, no more potent
Discipline has become latent
Oh! What an evil portent!
Under the guise of civilization
Good morals have rotten
Ancient values forgotten
Absolutely nothing
To serve as cuttings
Civilization!
Upon us it'll soon dawn
That our society has gone brown
The once beautiful lawn
Forever gone!
We've got to wake up to reality
And look up these issues carefully
Nature's precious gifts, sadly
Are being handled carelessly
The fabric that holds us together
Hasn't gotten any better
The threads have fallen apart
Like a loose unwoven mat
Now is the time to rise
Stand firm and be wise
Let's take only the good it brings
And throw the odds into the winds!
💎💎Umm Amatullah 💎💎
Civilization is a canker worm
That has well become the norm
Coming in various forms
Leaving behind destruction in turn
Females now dress half-naked
Products are now half-baked
Morals have now been caked
Packaged and thrown into the lake
Under the guise of civilization
Children no longer respect their parents
Words of advice, no more potent
Discipline has become latent
Oh! What an evil portent!
Under the guise of civilization
Good morals have rotten
Ancient values forgotten
Absolutely nothing
To serve as cuttings
Civilization!
Upon us it'll soon dawn
That our society has gone brown
The once beautiful lawn
Forever gone!
We've got to wake up to reality
And look up these issues carefully
Nature's precious gifts, sadly
Are being handled carelessly
The fabric that holds us together
Hasn't gotten any better
The threads have fallen apart
Like a loose unwoven mat
Now is the time to rise
Stand firm and be wise
Let's take only the good it brings
And throw the odds into the winds!
💎💎Umm Amatullah 💎💎
POETRY - HONESTY - Umm Amatullah
HONESTY
Honesty, they say, is the best policy
A simplicity, never a complexity
Difficult though to put into practice
A sure bet out of every entangle
True, Just and fair it always is
False, partial and unkind it never is
Hold, very tight unto it's rope
For it is a very trustworthy handhold
Little benefit does it seem at first
Why should I be honest? You ask yourself
But alas! When you happen to reach a hopeless end
It is sure to supply you with endless hope
A weighty luggage to carry along
Sometimes it drains you through and through
However just give it a try
And you'll never have to ask yourself why?!
💎💎Umm Amatullah 💎💎
Honesty, they say, is the best policy
A simplicity, never a complexity
Difficult though to put into practice
A sure bet out of every entangle
True, Just and fair it always is
False, partial and unkind it never is
Hold, very tight unto it's rope
For it is a very trustworthy handhold
Little benefit does it seem at first
Why should I be honest? You ask yourself
But alas! When you happen to reach a hopeless end
It is sure to supply you with endless hope
A weighty luggage to carry along
Sometimes it drains you through and through
However just give it a try
And you'll never have to ask yourself why?!
💎💎Umm Amatullah 💎💎
Tuesday, 27 February 2018
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)