*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 **
This blog from Aminu Sakwaya encompasses the brief history of Nigerian National Qur'anic Recitation Competition (Musabaqah) and the biographies of some famous Nigerian Qur'anic Reciters.
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
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☺
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