Wednesday, May 27, 2020

DARK SECRETS by Mubassirah Bint Solih


Most of us have issues trusting ourselves with love. Chill, it’s probably not what you’re thinking… I mean, we all have hard times bringing our ill feelings to limelight, sharing our misgivings with “others”, because, we actually feel unsure in our insecurity and feel it binding upon us to keep the whole “bad vibes” in so that we don’t “bother” the “others” or come up as weak and “pathetic” (how much I hate that word! And, yeah, I know, most of us do what we do against our own selves because we don’t want anyone to attach that word to our persons).

Quite all right, we have gotten to the point where we understand and admit the fact that every single soul walking the surface of the earth has their own “fair” share of problems (you might have issues with the definition of fair, which is okay, but, if you have issues with the whole concept of everyone fighting their own battles, then, we probably need to address that more seriously). On normal grounds, fine, we have accepted that fact, but, we have still not overcome the shame that accompanies that sinking feeling we get in the pit of our bellies when we are hit hard by life blows, the awful excruciating pain that accompanies our falls against the rock bottom, the silence we force in our souls while battling those inner demons… somebody might be understanding why it’s a tad bit difficult to ever combat depression being a social menace for real, uh? Yeah, because, as much as it is about you being willing to listen to someone share some deep secrets of their weaknesses and need for help with you, it’s about that someone being as willing to open up and admit to those woes and shortcomings of theirs: which we hardly ever want to do as individuals.
We have agreed that problems are unavoidable, but, we are yet to agree that problem-sharing helps a great deal, right? Oh no, some of us are past that point, but, we just haven’t been able to agree that it doesn’t reduce our worth as dignified human beings to share our problems with “others” and seek their assistance in overcoming them, instead of keeping them all in and killing ourselves faster by bottling it all up.
On a very narrow scale, this article is actually for those of us who are rocked harder by the emotional waves that’s affecting the mental wellbeing… it is a lot easier to talk to someone about problems they can “see” for themselves, you know? Talk of being broke (financially), having a sprained knee (physically), having a medical condition, and the likes. But, it’s a tad bit harder coming down to the emotional ladder: anybody get the gist here? They are the “dark secrets” we clutch really close to our hearts and keep our lips sealed tight on, because, most times, we don’t feel our emotions are actually validated, or that we can bring “others” to understand what’s actually beyond words.
We all have some insecurities about our individual selves: you think you’re too thin, too fat, too tall, too short, too whatever you may think of. I know, it’s actually not “all of us”, but, everyone on this table knows this is not something “abstract”. Even those who are actually not “on the table” can relate to some levels because we now have a bit more understanding of what “inferiority complex” is all about (somewhat), and that is really great. Again, those insecurities actually stem from different situations and interactions; they get worse or better with the passage of time, and, with the formation of more or less bonds.

Many of us are actually more concerned about our physique because of more intimate interactions than casual or tight friendships, we bury the source of the concern which is actually “marriage”, because, we didn’t quite get that well-positioned from the onset in our upbringing.  It is not something we ever want to bring up, they’re the unpopular topics, we prefer to keep them stuffed up in the dark they spurred from: we can’t have anyone know that we have such insecure feelings about our own bodies and persons, and, that’s very much understandable. The reasons are out there in the open for everyone to see, but no, they can’t see “why” it would be a source of concern for you because they’re not in your shoes. And, you can’t blame them for not feeling what they’re not feeling, can you?  You find it difficult to mention your thoughts about such fears, but, you keep getting thrown by the influences of those fears, and still?
Someone will say this is more of psychological than emotional, right? Yeah, it is just that everything affecting your psychological process tends to stem from your emotional processes, and this is an essential case of one, so, yes, let’s take the root for a discuss: what you think about yourself.
We have heard more than enough about being proud of who you are and loving yourself for who you are, and yes, we are really trying hard to start embracing ourselves for all of the good and the bad, changing ourselves for the better and accepting the flaws that we cannot change. But, what happens when after a whole long process of convincing myself that I’m actually okay this way, that I’m amazing just the way I am, that someone out there is going to accept and appreciate me for all of those flaws and weaknesses and they’re going to be proud to be a part of my life… what happens when after I get hold of a fragile rein that lends me a fleeting hope, I am forced to go back and reconsider the assumption that loving myself was enough to make anyone appreciate me?
It is difficult to get it out, so, we appreciate it when someone steps up and kind of “speak my mind” so that we feel that our feelings are actually valid and we’re not so “weird” and “different” for having those fears and feelings. Truth is: we care about marriage, we deeply care about getting married and being loved and appreciated by our spouses! We all do! And, when you have those extra personal insecurities about how you look? It makes it harder! We all know this, we just might not readily admit it to our consciousness, but, it’s there, somewhere in our subconscious, it’s really lurking there in that dark. We are afraid of being laughed at on account of our bodies, we are afraid of being mocked for being on either the “lack” or “surplus” end, and that fear could get validated a few many times.

I know a number of dear friends who have had quite a number of marriage proposals fail due to this issue: you’re not my ideal woman type. Somebody might laugh and say “really?”, but really, I tell you, it’s not funny. Let me get to talking to the people who are really my focus here:
I won’t stop telling you to believe that you’re amazing just the way you are, and, that is because, I honestly believe it is so. I honestly believe that Allah created us all in the most beautiful and perfect ways that suit our individual persons. Also, I won’t stop telling you to keep loving yourself… it might be hard to believe that anybody would actually love you for who you are after “many” failed attempts, but… loving yourself is not “all” that you need to make someone love and accept you for who you are, but, it is the most essential thing if you would honestly ask yourself too. You have to love yourself enough to believe in yourself that you’re deserving of not just anyone, but, someone who is great and awesome enough to be deserving of you.
It is not just about physical attributes now, let’s encompass all of the deals that could be making you feel like a failure with “love”, leaving you with the feeling of “unwanted”, “unlovable”, and whatever; it all starts with what you think of yourself but it doesn’t end there.
You need to understand the fact that everybody has got their own unique “tastes”, just like you have yours too (don’t bother raising a brow here, it would be nice if you’d get a bit more honest and fair with yourself), and that would help you to accept some “rejections” and/or “failures” a bit more nicely. You have probably only being coming across the “wrong” persons all the while, yeah, people who have tastes that you don’t fit, and, that shouldn’t say that you’re someone who’s not going to fit anybody’s taste (that’s impossible, not near-impossible, so get it off your mind right now if you’ve made yourself sunk down there). It’s usually not about “you”, but, it’s about “them”, about the picture they’ve set for themselves, about the qualities and features they appreciate: do you ever appreciate vanilla and chocolate alike? I doubt it. Would you then say one is better and the other is worse? I doubt that too. It’s all dependent on individual tastes: one man’s food is another man’s poison, they say.

Next, with the realization on point number two, we need to be very “PATIENT”. As simple as the word sounds, it is very difficult to practice, especially in cases such as this. The good news is just that it will definitely be worth it in the beautiful end. You need to be very patient and hold up the respect for yourself, keep growing in love for your being, keep learning more about your person so that your love wouldn’t stop growing and you wouldn’t stop improving on the necessary aspects of your being. This would really help in making you the best version of the woman-for-me when he finally gets to realize the beauty in your nature and gets lucky enough to successfully marry you! You want to make sure he has his worth and never regrets making that choice, don’t you? You waited long so you’d definitely make the best go at this, right? Yeah, I know, he loves you for who you are (finally, somebody isn’t blind: apologies, I ain’t calling anyone blind actually, just, you know), and you want to make sure he keeps falling more deeply in love as he finds out more about you.

The whole advice and encouragement thing might seem theoretical and all, I know, it’s really hard battling feelings of insecurity that you know no other person can actually relate with except you, and that is why the bulk of the work lies upon you! Friends would be awesome in boosting your self-confidence too: girlfriends are especially awesome when it comes to uplifting your spirit after a marriage proposal gets flopped and you’re, well, back to the single and searching department. You don’t ever need to “act” like it’s okay until it actually really is “okay”, so, keep friends who’d help you to really act all the stupid mess you’d need to release to really be “okay”, and then, proudly pick your baton again and head your race.
“You’re not having a problem because you’re you, no, you’re having a problem because you’re human, and every human goes through some bumps!”

Definitely, when the time is right, the man for you is going to show up and proudly make you his wife, and then, he’d probably spend the rest of his life praising his Lord for blessing him with such a wonderful woman (now, you see why you have to really be that wonderful woman for him? Even though he’s actually being a bit late: well, no, by Allah, he is just keeping the right time). So, yeah, you’re going to listen to him praise your beauty with such sincerity you’d wonder why you used to beat yourself up over those past few years he hadn’t shown up, and, I tell you, he wouldn’t just tell you that you’re the most amazing woman and his very best choice he wouldn’t ever make the mistake of not picking you if he was asked to choose over and again, he wouldn’t tell you just because he “has” to say it, but, he will tell you all of that and more because he deeply “feels” it as the overwhelming beautiful truth!

Last question though: have you ever seen a woman who remains “unable” to marry till the end of life because she was too thin/fat/tall/short/flat/surplus?
If you know one, kindly share with me, let me learn. Otherwise, we are assured that there’s definitely someone made for every someone, so, why won’t we be glad and stay hopeful in our quest for love?

Sunday, May 24, 2020

A BLOOMING FLOWER by Daud Ismail Olakunle


Rays which escapes the
cheek of a rising sun
touches the dying
Flower wounded
Of love and
Germinates again.

Screeching of a smiling
Moon sending out
A glittery smile
Renders the nocturnals
A beautiful new life.

If I stamp my feet
Again and again on
This withered grass,
It will surely
Receive another
Life

The Nightingale borrows
A tone from my
Aethestic elixir ones
And consoles your
Gloomy day.
To rain away the sorrow.

Sparkling of my teeth
Metaphorical the smitten gold;
Pure diamond exposes
To a beaming naked light.

My touches house the
Wandering frozen breeze
That can chill
A boring lonely heart

This is another life
Full of sensitive fragrance
Absconding from a
Blooming flower
Of the esteemed paradise.

MY OWN VOICE THIS EĪD DAY by Muhammed AbdulWasiu


Come what may, will my pen zig zag,
From sanctifying my precious ink and its swag
Thus, with "Bismillahi Ar-rahmān Ar-raheem" it shall bleed out,
The soothing words that needs not to escape the mouth

With much love I say a big Shukran,
To those strong hearts who with their great plan,
Still hold tightly onto one love;
The root of family! And also with love,

Would I ever deny the so hard working scholars
Let man look out through the world's window,
And behold the bloody mouths,
Whose tongue is to stab the Dawah's heart. Woe!

Onto them; the whole disbelievers
Oh Allāh! Bless and protect them upon Dawah,
As they spread out the only word of Allāh;
The great scholars!

With my mysterious pen,
I pacifically honor those men,
Whose today's sunrise was welcomed with a loss.
Surely, thee loss is never a downfall, but a wake to everyone of us

Oh Allāh! Oh Ar-rahmān!
Strengthen the Muslim Ummah all over the world,
And may the blessings of Him be upon the great and virtuous man;
Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) and the one who hold onto his word(s)

Till the day of resurrection
And you! Your "Aameen" the sanction!

GONE WAS THE MONTH OF MORALITY by Abduljabbar bn Mukhtar


My candle of happiness was lighted
When I heard the moon wasn't sighted
For open was still the entrance to heaven
And the chance to fall In an eternal seven.

Now, the happiness has faded away
My heart fell in pangs and lost its array
Cold caught me like season of hamathan
My tears fell waving bye-bye to Ramadan.

Shaytan and his troops will be set freed
Mankind will return to their unlawful deeds
The earth will be designed with profanity
Because gone was the month of morality.

Sermons will not be listened to again
Our hearts will be paint'd with sinful stains
Man will sin and fail to seek forgiveness
For shame and blame will befall godliness.

Altruism and Alms giving will tear apart
For egoism will return back to man's heart
Devotion and sanctity with gain demotion
While insanity and sin with gain promotion.

Pious wights will be wet will with sadness,
Impious wights will drown in gladness
The earth will be designed with profanity
Because gone was the month of morality.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

NO EXCUSE by Kolawole Tajudeen


No one is doubting
That you will be standing
Facing your God shivering
With no doubt, there is no excuse.

Facing your God with íbérú
Sweating from head to írú
After a lot of súúrú
Your God will ask some questions of onirúúrú
With no doubt, there is no excuse.

You may fail or pass, bákàn méjí
But destiny moves around ókàn nínu méjí
Everything will happen L'ojiji
With no doubt,there is no excuse.

If doing bad is your hobby, tété pàdà
Turn back and leave all that ràdàràdà
Do good there is nothing like ísé dààdàà
Doing bad is bad, in short kó dàà.

With your God, endeavour to make it up
Living large is a set up
Your mouth will be shut up
For every path of your body to speak up
My brother wake up
because;
With no doubt,there is no excuse.

Friday, May 22, 2020

HOW MUCH I HATED BEING A WOMAN by Mubassirah Bint Solih


Okay, wait, I know what you must be thinking with that line, but, could you let me explain myself before you eat me up? Lol, that was just a joke by the way.
I grew up in a family where I was taught that a woman is not supposed to have a voice. You know, that kind of home where they treat each child typically as a function of his/her gender, with everyone knowing from the beginning what responsibilities are expected of them; and that division, I hated very much and thought was unfair.

When I grew enough to understand some basics in life, I felt some of those things were not set right, I felt cheated on some levels, but, who was I to talk to anybody about it? Of course, I was just a girl child after all. Then, when it got to a point, I started to have hatred for every single female-gender-based traits and characteristics: being a wife, getting pregnant, going through labour, cooking, doing dishes, being submissive, and what have you: they all felt like some rigid limitations women are submitted to without allowing them to maximize their potentials, like “we can be better than that”.

In bits, I withdrew into myself, never talking to anyone about anything particularly serious, so, nobody knew a single thing about me save the obvious. I used to enjoy competing with the boys in my class, and, subhanaLlah, if I ever lose a debate or quiz to a boy one out of 5 times I would cry my eyes out and hate them even more: it’s not fair that a boy should beat me at everything (you know, that mindset where you forget all the times you had won and just capitalize on this one time the other person got lucky? Yeah, that “you’ve never done anything right in your life kinda thing”).

The other important reason I hated being a woman was the early realization of how much females were actually cheated, when it comes to sexual abuse and harassment, where boys could get away with touching anybody anywhere and nobody picks offense, and when the girl goes to report? Wow, she’s rebuked for being shameless… you can say that I didn’t grow up in a really fair society. But, what if I tell you that I eventually realized a number of few early experiences actually beguiled my judgement? Okay, here, let me explain…

I saw girls being treated as the weak pathetic beings, taking over the kitchens with their mothers whilst the boys watched TV or do whatever with their fathers (or alone), and to me, they never did anything, it was always just “us” working. I saw girls play with boys and it always felt stupid to me, really stupid, that even now, I cannot explain why it felt that way to me.

Many years later, I realized where the whole hidden hatred was taking me, and, I had to rethink the whole thing: I was created a woman, so, what can I do about it?
Learning about the concept of “penis-envy” enlightened me a great deal too. It is something that is actually general, common to every girl child in the early 2-3 years after birth, where you see yourself as not “having” that which the male child has and the envy grows and you can’t stop wanting to be a male actually: how well this stage is handled matters a lot (I’d call on all women to take acute note of this and be really cautious in how they raise their kids and what kinds of things they say to them; it always matters a great deal). According to Freud, Penis envy is a stage of development experienced only by female children and occurs when a girl first notices the differences in male and female anatomy and longs to have a penis of her own, and this is when she becomes overly attached to her father and quite "distant" to her mother. Hence, the need to handle this stage with extreme caution and attention (2-6years for both male and female children).

Many of us actually abhor some sentiments towards our being women, but then, because we have never had a reason to explore our minds, we have never had to admit that to our consciousness.
It is beautiful though, when you know where and how you are going wrong… I didn’t want to be a woman even if my life depended on it! And, when I see women who were submissive to their husbands and the girlie-girls who were always happy and giggling in the company of boys? I feel nausea, like, I really see it as being outright dumbness! And, I wasn’t going to be dumb, no matter what. Now, imagine what I felt when I first heard that polygyny is permissible whilst polyandry is an absolute abhorrent abomination, even in our culture as Yoruba people? Then, males are the heirs actually, female children would have to depend on them for their inheritance and all that…
“You are amazing, you’ve got the potentials” those were the words of my favorite female teacher back when I was in primary6, few weeks to our graduation. I held those words really tight because I felt they were validation of my feelings of fears and insecurity: I can beat any man.

It is quite ironical that I bore something so toxic within me for so many years while I maintained a meek exterior because I never had the courage to admit to anybody the kind of things that are actually going through my mind: I always felt different and weird (lol, some of my friends still call me weirdo) from everyone else, and so, I tried to “blend” by making sure to keep my lips sealed tight most of the time (which is what made it really hard for me to actually shared ideas, regardless of topics: I always feared what others’ reactions and thoughts about me would be), keeping the hurt desperately in whenever a boy gets praised in my class and promising myself to lower his gravels: I tell you, it was a very harmful thing I was doing to my mental health. And, should I burst this bubble? Nobody ever noticed a single thing all through the many years I carried those deadly thoughts and feelings (we probably have to step up in being parents; it is very essential that we assure our kids it is safe to carry us along in all or most of their mental, emotional, psychological and socio-personal processes, especially in their early year, so that we know when exactly intervention is necessary. Enough of the “that’s how things are done in my culture” and “that’s how I was raised” mantra thing, we really need to change those rigid setups that prove as setbacks to the overall healthy growth of our children).

It was awesome when I heard about feminism, it was really cool, and it felt like home… I had (still have) a father, so, I dared not ever raise a single voice in the presence of my family about how unfair they were treating the girl child or how the males should be made to share responsibilities or how the girl child should be allowed the freedom to visit friends and return as late as she wants or pass the night there at a short notice (giving home a simple phone call to inform them she won’t be returning home that day), or how the girl child should be complemented for being a female too (because most of the efforts go unappreciated, because, we feel, yes, “it’s just her responsibility”), or how nobody should complain when a female chooses to go out basically naked as we don’t see anything wrong in a man roaming the street in his miserly boxer shorts (which is quite unacceptable in Islam too actually, save it reaches down to his knees), or how the so many irrational things I felt should be put in place so that we could find our voice and stand tall in the society, side-by-side with the men… I never said those things, never shared them, I only just bore them strongly like my whole life depended on them.
Feminism is about loving yourself for being a woman, right? Seeking equality with the men, right? But, hey, I tell you, it is not! It is rather, hating yourself for being a woman! Yes, I had always known from the beginning that I didn’t want to be in this skin that I was, didn’t want to be the woman that any man would look at and smile and then pass some stupid compliments to make her blush, I didn’t want to be the woman who has to grow thin and old serving a man and his household while he does “nothing”, no, I didn’t even want to be a woman, so, I hated it so much! And, how could I be a feminist then? When it seems we have opposing insights, uh?

Well, I tell you, like I said, the simple truth is: the whole concept of feminism being about loving yourself for who you are and battling some people for their sphere is total bullshit! It is really, in essence, hating women! Yeah, it is for those who hate being women! We hate being women and we hate the men for being who we ought to be, and so, we push it to the forefront like it is actually “loving being women”, so we can find some confidence in ourselves and feel better about our “self-hated” selves, because it’s what seems most logically convincing to invite people into embracing that ideology. You get my point?
I want to be a man, I want to be like a man, but, I can never be a man, but, I can be like a man.
Why should he be lucky to be a man? Why should I only be “like” while he’s the real thing?
Those are the real questions behind the whole feminism thing: envying males for being males, forgetting the unique essence in being females.
Okay, here is a simple question that should clear the air: why is it “what a MAN can do, a woman can do better”? Why has the man being made the standard for measuring the power of a woman? Why has the man become what the entire story of our successes or failures revolves around? Why can a woman not just do her thing and be better at it, why must we be envious of the man so much that we want to take from them all of what makes them “men”? And, even so, even after everything, have we finally found that equality? Have we found the joy we claim to seek?
How did I come to realize this truth? And well, how did I stop hating my nature and instead appreciating it?

Let’s have another piece for that, in shaa Allah. And to round this up, I will remind us that the One who created us definitely created us in the best possible way, and, if nothing else, that is enough reason for us to get cool in our skin and rise to the altitude in our “respective” spheres. There are tons of things men should be envious of women for, if only we think them through and appreciate them as we ought to… I fell in love with my nature and I thanked Allah for helping me to realize that truth before it was too late. Make sure to search within your soul and come to terms with your personal misgivings…

WHY I HAD CHOSEN MY MUM (LABOUR EPOCH) by Muhammed AbdulWasiu


When I was preparing to embark on my beautiful journey
My mum was left in pain because I was jiggling her tummy
Her eyes were puffy with traces of wetness around the lids
Whereas, I don't even care if she's going to loose the race

Eventually, I succeeded my coming to the new and the beautiful world
And all I could do is cry out in that very period
I was systematically blaming and shouting at my mum
For why'd she ignore me and let an unknown person to say the welcome

She had to endure the pain and wrapped me with her arms affectionately
And she felt so sorry for welcoming me lately
I immediately stopped crying as I met my needs

My mum's heavily breath was pleasantly fanning my chest
As I denied her from the world of rest
While I was busy enjoying the moment in her arms
She finally entrusted me to a medical and stranger hand

And not because she's weak or tired
But, because my health is her priority
And my happiness is her responsibility

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by Muhammed AbdulWasiu


Despite the friendly lightness, we lost our sight
The shadow of death looming around the corner of our house
The severe hunger pang, we must fight
And how do we strive when the kitchen is in chaos?

Our crying stomach, we pacify only with the silent solemn words
With the bridal fear, our cooking-mother became the house ghost
Our once smiling dining room, now the abode of darkness
Help! Help! We express with tears

Go so soon, death, the shatter of dreams
You are like a lizard that crawl over our kitchen wall
Shall we rage up to slash your stinging wings,
And have our life drive out with your cruel mall?

Into the thin air didn't you sent our merriment heart?
Our thousand years dreams, you pierced with your poisonous dart
Oh you man of might!
Flee us, and don't get stabbed with the sword of light

IDENTIFY YOURSELF! by Mubassirah Bint Solih

I remember that day, in my SS1, when the Further Maths teacher had asked the class a simple question in Standard Form… he had started by pointing at a random classmate who got it wrong, which made the teacher ask him to stand. Then, three more followed suit, disappointing the teacher and making him start to ask from the last person on the last seat on the last row, and asking the person after him and like that, till it got to me (I occupied the first seat on the front row because I was quite short). Before he got to me, I had the answer in my mind and I was confident of it, but, when he got to me, I said something else. Why?
He had passed the best students in my class, and, they had both said the same thing different from what I had in mind, which made me lose trust in my previous answer, because I believed “they can’t be wrong”, and so, when it was my turn, I said what they said and the teacher asked me to stand as well, till the whole class were now on their feet.
Annoyed, the teacher said the answer and rebuked us for being so unserious and disappointing him by not getting the simple question correctly, and right there, my heart dropped…

I was this gentle girl who never wanted to be different from “others”, I wanted to be just like them so that they would “accept” me, and no one would see as the “weird” type, and for that I did (or refused to do) very many number of things that I would otherwise have (not) done if I hadn’t been pressured to thinking I needed to be the same with everyone else to be “normal” and “okay”.
When I gained admission into the university, I never stood up in class to say anything, until and unless I am specifically called by a lecturer to do so (and most times, I would say “I don’t have anything to say about it, sir/ma). I had to feel that heartbreak and disappointment many times though: when there’s a discussion in class and a confident student presents an idea which everyone buys, making the lecturer ask if there’s any contrary opinion. I would be there, battling in my mind that I do not agree with the speaker, but, I would never find enough courage to raise my hand or open my mouth to say it out: I never want to be “different” from the crowd. And, everytime the lecturer says he believes in other than what was “unanimously agreed upon” by the class, and that s/he knows there’s someone amongst us who definitely disagrees but feel “afraid” to oppose an opinion that “everyone” seem to agree with, I would again feel disappointed with myself: you could have just talked”. But hey, I never did.

I shared a piece I wrote some time ago, “My Voice”, where I explained some things about why you should be bold enough to use it and how you stop being a coward to those abstract fears that only exist in your mind, and now, here is one of the topmost reasons why you should really step up and stop burying your potentials/restricting your growth: you may be right!

One of the strongest fears gnawing at your guts when you want to raise an opinion or thought no other person seem to be entertaining is: maybe you’re wrong after all, maybe nobody wants to hear it, maybe… and all of those “maybes” that only come down to telling you that you cannot be correct. The truth, however, is that you may be right, while others didn’t just have minds that work as fast and superbly as yours! That’s pretty for someone who has lived in doubts to believe, right? I know, I’ve been there, so, I know very much how it feels to be down there: even if I’ve been right all those times I had chosen to keep quiet and then regretted not being bold enough with my ideas, what if I get it wrong the very next time I try to stop being that coward and step up to say something? And then, people would laugh at me and think: no wonder she never says anything all this while.

In reality though, another part of your mind (which you usually refuse to listen to) tells you that “you may be right actually”, and, even if you are wrong, “it is okay, you will get it right some other time”, because “everyone falters”.
You might not have acknowledged it to yourself that the major reason for this “distrust” in your own self is the fact that you see life as too much competition which you don’t want to partake in, because, you feel you will not be able to deal with losing. When you search deep within your soul and finally come to terms with this truth, then,
Understand that Life isn’t a Competition: it doesn’t have to be all about “right and wrong” or “win or lose”, let life be lived to the fullest so that you enjoy the most of it as you ought to. You are on a solo journey, fighting your own battles, running your own race, and, you shouldn’t be too occupied with what is going on with other contestants or how far they have gone or how close they have come to you. Life is a lot more about contributions: everyone putting in their various bests, exchanging different perspectives, combining ideas or selecting from many available ones. A little competition may be very healthy and refreshing for growth, but, you need to do something before you start to take up competitions. And what is that thing?

Identify Yourself: know who you are and what you stand for, study yourself and understand most of what makes you your own person: your likes, your dislikes, your dreams, your goals: it’s okay for once, let it be all about “you” and not “others”. Identify the things that have made you into who you currently are, and, which of them needs to be addressed in other to make into who you want to be.

Love and Accept Yourself: whatever comes out of that study of “self” should be loved and appreciated, because, you are the first person who owes yourself those positive vibes before you can seek it from the outside world. Love the fact that you are your own person and that person has come this far. Even if you know there are some things that need to be changed, and rightly so, appreciate all of the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly.

Trust Yourself: yes, this is just what comes next. Loving and accepting yourself doesn’t mean you should remain in that mud where you fell and got stuck in, no, it is appreciating the fact that you attempted a leap and fell, and then, loving and trusting yourself enough to rise again and get things right this time. You need to trust yourself before you can leave that spot you got stuck in. Let me share this beautiful quote I held on as I fought through my own insecurities too: if you can dream it, you can have it!

You are No Failure: you may fall yet again and again, and, I tell you, that’s just fine: Rome wasn’t built in a day, and so, you cannot change your own perception and all in a few days or even months. No matter what is happening, never think “I have failed again”. It is okay to wish you could speak up and be heard, it is okay to think “oh the chance I had to speak has passed”, and, that shouldn’t make you feel like you should give up on making yourself better. Go with this on this point: Winners never quit and Quitters never win!

Surround Yourself with Good People: yes, I know, this was supposed to be all about you, but, you know, no matter what we do for ourselves, if always finds a way of getting others involved, directly or indirectly. When I say good people, I mean, people who would understand the battle you’re struggling with and never put you down for failing to share an awesome idea, people you could start up a conversation with a shaky voice around and they wouldn’t laugh or belittle the effort, people you could rely on for external encouragement any day and everyday!

Loosen up, Lower your Guard: this is probably the hardest of all, but, you’ve just got to do it! Train yourself to accept criticism more positively, train your heart to appreciate corrections, open your mind to less than perfection. That is the only way to move away from that rigid point you stood, wanting to share only perfection, and thereby never willing sharing a beautiful opinion of yours: lower your guards!

Everybody makes Mistakes: we’ve probably heard that more times than any of us could remember counting, but really, who ever wants to be caught with a mistake? Who ever feels like: it’s okay, mistakes are cool? Maybe nobody after all. However, we have all learnt to suppress it to varying levels, and, that is what determines whether or not you speak up or not. Smile when you make a mistake, regardless of others’ opinions, because yes, you have finally made that awesome step!

Practice makes Perfect: oh yeah, we all know that. But you know, that practice itself requires that first step you’d take towards perfection, and not seeking perfection from the very onset? Yes, that is just what I’m saying. You could start up a discussion amongst your circle of friends, then progress to larger gatherings and pick up lessons from whatever they’re discussing. Then, share your opinion on it: even if you don’t feel it’s important or even necessary, so long as something comes to your mind about what’s on ground, then, let it out! Share it! Bless the world! You might be holding the answer to solving the whole puzzle, but, if you keep on holing tightly onto it, how do you confirm that?

It is Okay: anything that comes out of that is okay, good or bad, it is okay. Be glad that you tried, honestly. And, lastly,

You May be Right: keep that at the back of your mind. It’s not what you seek, but, you would feel much better knowing that your idea was welcome and appreciated! Like those many times I had regretted, I could have been right if only I had picked up the courage to speak up and share my opinions. However, on this note, don’t intend to make others feel small (that’s where you’ve been all along and you definitely don’t like that) or unwise, rather, present your idea in a manner of “what if…” presenting an alternative option to what is currently on ground. Even if they reject it, even if they don’t appreciate it, still believe that “you may be right”, and, that is good enough reason for you to “always” believe in yourself and your ideas!

Even now, as I’ve shared this ideas and opinions, I still feel that it probably isn’t worth it, that it probably wouldn’t be useful to anybody in any way, that I could be wrong in thinking this may help, but still, I decided to brace up and share it nonetheless, because, “I may be right”. When your ideas come next time too, and that voice tells you to shut up and keep it in, rebuke it and tell it instead: I may be right, and, that is enough reason for me to share it!
BarakaaLlahu feekum.


Tuesday, May 19, 2020

THE UGLY ONES by Najeeb Salaudeen


The ugly ones always refused to die
To life they refused to say goodbye
And the heros keep kissing the dust
The ugly ones betrayed our trust

Our faith in them was crucified
As a lower strata we were classified
For them we exercised our franchise
After that, they changed otherwise

Their promises, are left unfulfilled
Enjoying power, in wealth they chilled
They digest truth and feed us lies
Our tears are unseen till it dries

The ugly ones with their ugly acts
On us we never see their impacts
The ugly ones, for thieves they are
We gave them power and get a scar

We are in pain but they never care
They don't care about our welfare
The ugly ones always refused to die
To life they refused to say goodbye

IN FRONT OF THE HEAVEN AND EARTH by Daud Ismail Olakunle

I
In the presence of the heaven that
Harbors the secrecy of Elédùmarè, I
Tingle my heart to say only your precious name
Like the hummingbird sings whenever it rains.
In the presence of the earth -the owner
Of the wicked pocket- I cantrip my mouth to
Sing only your favorite songs loudly as if
A giant stone falls on a metal gong.

II
The heaven that showers the earth with reliances in
The aesthetical cloth of rains should
Hear the beat of longingness from my slumbering heart.
Let the earth quake and move the legs of dance to
The music that escapes the cornerside soul
Of your heavenly beloved.

III
If the heaven could turn upside down and
Batter his place with the earth, I
Would turn all the stunning stars to
Your eyes and modify their lights.
If the earth could jump a little bit above and
Exchange her place with the heaven, I
Would carve all the mountains to your
Status and solidify them to live till the end.

IV
Epitome of beauty! I have been on
A voyage for your cuddling like a sojourner on
A desert longing for a droplet of water. Shower
Me and let a garment of life I make from it.
Dim not your light. For the darkness of
World could be illuminated with a look
From your gaiety eyes and retain till
Last lines of a man's walk of life.

V
In the presence of
this heaven and earth.
I close my Eyes.
I cow my life to
Keep dreaming of
your priceless smiles.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

DESPISED PEARLS by Mubassirah Bint Solih

You may wonder, upon seeing the title: can anyone ever despise pearls? Well, I seriously doubt that too, but then, we may not always able to identify our pearls correctly, especially when it lies amidst stones…

I write this because it came to me as a rather rude shock to hear some people’s responses to plights of female divorcees: yes, they are the ones I refer to as “despised pearls” in this article, and, they are, aren’t they?

It is never anyone’s dream or wish that their plans for a forever sweet love turns sour for whatever reason, divorce is never envisaged at the beginning of a marriage, and, nobody works actively towards its happening. Life just always happens, we cannot always get just what we want how we want when we want it, and, it is part of the articles of our faith that we believe and accept Qadar (predestination) and whatever comes with it, whether good or bad. Allah says in Q4:78:
"...And if some good reaches them, they say, 'This is from Allah,' but if some evil befalls them, they say, 'This is from you (O Muhammad SAW).' Say: 'All things are from Allah,' so what is wrong with these people that they fail to understand any word?"
People of the world tend to blame the woman for a failed marriage most times (as I have seen in relatively many scenarios), and without having or caring for facts and details actually: the woman always has to bear the brunt of the plank! The simple thing to say here is: it takes two to tango!

Yes, it takes two to start a marriage, it takes two to make a marriage work, and, definitely, it takes two to make a marriage fail! It is never solely the responsibility of a partner to make it work, so, it shouldn’t be the fault of a single individual that it doesn’t work out. I know, circumstances would surround the event of Qadar, what I am saying is, it is not the fault of one single person!

Most people would advise any woman to remain in her marriage amidst all odds, especially when children are involved, and, especially because it would be harder for her to remarry; so, why not remain there and keep managing? No matter what the man does! Okay, in a purely Islamic setting, a man wouldn’t intentionally cheat or treat his wife wrongly, alhamduliLlah. However, we still can never get rid of the issues arising from personality differences, emotional incompatibility, and other such factors that give rise to problems in a marriage, and, honestly, it is better to walk out alive if the differences are such that they can no longer be managed correctly by the couple.

We leave the reason for the divorce (it is usually just “unimportant”), and focus on the single fact that the woman got divorced (yes, because what is important to our people is that she has failed in a marriage!). SubhanaLlah! We don’t even pay mind to the fact that divorce is a situation that could actually mar a woman’s psychological and emotional wellness for the rest of her life, so, we still make things worse for her by rubbing that “hard luck” on her face all the chance we get, and it’s so ironically funny that we think we are helping her to “get back her senses” and realize how “stupid” of a decision it was that she made by allowing her husband divorce her.

We need to fear Allah in all of our dealings, brethren, waLlohi, we need to. If you cannot make a person’s situation better, should you then make it worse? Is your luck by your power or His grace? Dare you to challenge Allah to afflict you with that trial if indeed it is true that you can prevent a divorce by just being good and “sensible”? We all know that things will always just go as Allah wants them, we can only always pray to Allah to help us remain better spouses as we intend, and prevent the Shaytan from gaining entry into our matrimonial affairs. Otherwise…
It may not be the case with every woman, so, let us all just forgo the “underlying cause” and help them pick themselves and set right their affairs however we can. Always remember that Allah could test you with the very situation you mock a person with, and, He could save you from it for assisting a person in the situation, so, which would you choose?

To every divorcee who gets to see this piece: I ask that you only go with the lessons from your previous marriage(s) and refuse to dwell in the hurts of the past. If it was majorly your fault, alhamduliLlah you have realized that and can make better choices for future marriage; may Allah make it easy and most beneficial to you, aameen. If you were cheated, know that your Lord is enough a protector and His aid is sought; may He reward your patience and bless you with a greater goodness, aameen.

I will leave you with the verse of Allah which says:
"But if they separate (by divorce), Allah will provide abundance for everyone of them from His Bounty. And Allah is Ever All-Sufficient for His creatures' need, All-Wise". (Surah An-Nisa, Verse 130).


JOURNALISM AND POLITICS AND ITS DEATH by Daud Ismail Olakunle


On the verge of nationalism, which was pioneered by mostly educated Nigerians, journalism had been a vital weapon which broke the backbone of the white colonialists in Africa and most especially in Nigeria. You are wondering why?
Yes, simply because while some African states were craving for war to free themselves from the shackles of the exploited, greedy and callouse colonial masters, Nigerian elites employed a means of propaganda and exposure of the colonialists bad actions through journalism.

Two out of the three major tribes leaders chaired different newspapers firms.
Nigerian Pilot was owned by Chief Obafemi Awolowo while Nnamdi Azikwe popularly called "ZIK", after working in different newspapers firms like, Philadelphia Tribune, Baltimore Afro-American, Associated-Negro; Azikiwe wrote "The Inside Stuff by Zik", a column in which he preached radical nationalism and black pride that raised some alarm in colonial circles in African Morning Post newspaper. Then, in later days, he created his own newspaper. We all know it. West African Pilot? Yes.

Azikwe on his own, fashioned his newspaper to motivate nationalism in Nigeria and I think that was the same motive of Baba Awo.
Thank God, they won because of the major impacts of journalism in the journey of independence.

Journalism, apart from being a war weapon which Nigerian Nationalists used to crumble the spinal cord of the British government in Nigeria and in other African countries, cannot be sidelined in a country where humanity is her priority because it is the voice of the people, the government, and the world entirely.
But, something used to amaze me. Why do people believe much in journalism than their Creator, literally? You are wondering as well? They will do because it exposes the nooks and crannies of any government administration of every countries:

That was when Journalism was still alive!
You know why? Okay.

Because since the silence of Dele Giwa through a bomb letter, Journalism had died and long gone in Nigeria. Those that we have in journalism now are not journalists.
What are they?
Some gullible politician dogs and hungry people with pens and scripts.
Some are junks who twist lies to suit their lords and payers. Both online and offline.

There are notable people among them whom I respect, a lot. Don't sue me yet.

Some are religious fanatics, extremists, bigots, tribalists and gender discriminationist people in the media house. They will never want anything to tarnish their religions, their beliefs, their tribes or genders.
When a matter arises and it has any connection to their interests, their payers, their lords, they will find all means to cover it up with lies, yes I've witnessed some.

But, if it is their oppositions that fall victim, they will read and write and broadcast with relish like savoring chicken stew on their dining tables.
What a shame!

They are just too indolent to do findings and get facts. They copy and paste from social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and other websites. They believe in people's blogs and write ups.

I came across a screenshots of a popular media handle in Nigeria calling out for someone to call them and report an incident that happened in Lagos to them. What if he/she added to the story? They would report like that and called it a news.
What a pity!

This reminds me a scenario that happened in my area some time like 2 years ago, if I don't miscount it.

There is a woman that sells fried and smoked fish at a market junction of my hood. She buys fish in cartons and this was how it happened that day. She was busy unpacking the fish from the ice and putting them into water.
All of a sudden, she noticed that one of the fish was breathing and swimming. Then, she gave a closer look at the creature, it was totally different from being a fish. It could never be a fish because of its structure. As it was described by someone who went to see it after the woman had given an outcry of "Marmaid": the creature had seven long fleshy legs, two eyes at its forehead and something like beads surrounded its neck.
I was with my friend, Ridwan Oladimeji Ojo (Hodzoporium) and her mum. We were astonished as we saw a crowd running heter-sketer to where the "Marmaid" was found. So far, nobody wanted to buy the second-hand story of the scene.
We didn't make a move but we pleaded a woman to manage and snap the creature.

Not long after, the woman came with the picture and we gave a closer look at it. It was not different from an "Octopus". We said, "Octopus." 
Hodzoporium's mum was looking at us and wondering why we said that.
Then, Hodzo took out his laptop and he browsed out "Octopus" from Google.
Ta-da! It resembled their acclaimed "Marmaid"

"But why it hasn't died till that moment?" asked, mum.

We explained where Octopus stays in the ocean- at the depth of an ocean and which is the coolest part of it. It was as if it was still in its abode by being in the ice. They agreed.

Later on, I heard that the "Osun Worshipers" came to the woman for rites and that she would die, if it yonder seven days. Ọjọ́ méje?
Their beliefs, though.

The most painful parts wasn't that, but of the police that arrested the woman. For what? I was just laughing.

Nigeria is a joke!

And, it was 2 O'clock of that day.

There is a news here in Ìbàdàn at that particular time in Yorùbá language. Everybody listens to it.

All of a sudden, I heard the newscaster reading out the incident like this:

"There is a bizarre news about a" Marmaid" found in... "

I was astonished, ran to Hodzoporium's house and told him. We were disappointed in the Nigerian Journalism.

What would it take them (Both the police and the journalists) to investigate the matter and educate the people on their ignorance?

So far, we can see some irritating headlines on social media here. Bad grammatical structures, wrong tenses and lot of more, journalism is dead.

Journalists need to roll up their sleeves and get to their basic functions rather than eyeing exhorting cars and luxurious lives which are vanities upon itself. If you die on propagating truth, your names are unforgettable, and will be carved on gold plaques of our country heroes and heroines.

© D.O Isma'eel

THE INCOMPLETE HOME OF LOVE by Daud Ismaheel Olakunle


If the looks of your eyes were
like a stream of wine. Let me
drink till I get addicted to like a
fly buzzing a palmwine's pipes.

If your smilings were like rains.
Let me be drenched and wet like
A bird that's lost her nest to a
merciless hurricane of the forest.

If your touchings were like a
Thunder clast that thuds the earth.
Let me be wrapped with and be cuddled
Like a barren that's just got a lad.

From afar I continue tracing your light
That escapes from your stunning face like
A lost astronaut in the space. Let me
Be clothed with the regalia of your enthusiasm.

The massive moon of your eyes is an ocean. Let me
Be bathed in her diamond's blazing and be drowned.
Like an amateur taking a swimming class on
On the Pacific.

A crystal red petal trapped in
A glowing light of glass, you keep
Radiating my eyes with the
brightest colors of lies .

I have traveled the whole universe. I
Have voyaged the world and its underworld.
Looking for you in where you ain't. Let
My sole be attached to where soul resides.

I have ransacked the entirety of the heaven.
Just for you to live here in this empty haven.
But, the likes of you abode only in HIS precious Eden .

My half is wearing away like the soils beside
The Nile and busy rolling Niger.
Come.
Oh! Come to complete this
incomplete home of love.

© D.O Isma'eel

WHY ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED? by Fatimah Zahrah Sulaiman

As Muslims, we all know that marriage is one of the most important aspect of ibadah in Islam. Therefore, the need to purify our intentions is Paramount for no matter how little or small a deed is, it has to be done with a good intentions. The prophet (peace be upon him) said, "every actions shall be judged according to intentions."
However, in the Muslim society, There are people who dabble into the institution called"marriage " for the wrong intentions, reasons or purpose. Some get married because they are already getting old, or perhaps because all their friends are all married or for fame and recognition while others get married to acquire the tag "married" or even to bear children alone!

My dear, ask yourself, are these enough reason for you to get married? Remember, your purpose will drive you into achieving your aims in marriage. If you are going into marriage for such purpose, my dear sit down and rethink. Restructure your purpose before dabbling into it so as to enjoy its maximum benefit.

Below are outlined, some of the reason why you should get married.

First and foremost is to get married for the sake of Allah subuhannawat'ala alone for he has commanded you to.

He(S.W.T) said,
"O people! be careful of (your duty to) your Lord, Who created you from a single being and created its mate of the same (kind) and spread from these two, many men and women; and be careful of (your duty to) Allah, by Whom you demand one of another (your rights), and (to) the ties of relationship; surely Allah ever watches over you." Q4:1
"O you men! surely We have created you of a male and a female, and made you tribes and families that you may know each other; surely the most honorable of you with Allah is the one among you most careful (of his duty); surely Allah is Knowing, Aware." Q49:13

He(S.W.T) again said in another verse
"And marry those among you who are single and those who are fit among your male slaves and your female slaves; if they are needy, Allah will make them free from want out of His grace; and Allah is Ample-giving, Knowing." Q24:32

Secondly, get married because it's the sunnah of our Nabiyy(Peace be upon him)
Aisha(Radiyallahu Anhu) reported that the messager of Allah(peace be upon him) said " Marriage is a sunnah of mine; and whosoever does not follow my sunnah is not of my followers "

Thirdly, get married because it's the practice of the previous prophets
"And certainly We sent apostles before you and gave them wives and children, and it is not in (the power of) an apostle to bring a sign except by Allah's permission; for every term there is an appointment." Q13:38

Fourthly, Get married because you want the ummah of the prophet(peace be upon him) to out number all other nations on the day of resurrection.

The prophet (peace be upon him said, "Marry because I will display your outnumbering to the other nations on the day of resurrection"

Fifthly, get married for the purpose of completing half of your deen for the prophet (peace be upon him) said "When a servant of Allah marries, he has(by that) completed half of his religion. Let him then fear Allah in regards to the remaining part"
Get married, for the purpose of having someone who will bring you closer to the one who created you.

Get married so as to preserve your chastity and to avoid falling into zinah and all other acts that leads to it
Get married, so as to increase the number of righteous children and a powerful ummah which will be capable of establishing Allah's laws and spread his guidance in the most beautiful way.
Get married so as to enjoy Love, mercy and tranquility"And one of His signs is that He created mates for you from yourselves that you may find rest in them, and He put between you love and compassion; most surely there are signs in this for a people who reflect." Q30:21
Oh princess of Islam, get married so as to enter jannah through any of the gates of jannah you wish.

The prophet (peace be upon him) said " If a woman prays her five daily prayers, fast during the month of Ramadan, guard her chastity, and obey her husband, it will be said to her to enter Paradise by whichever of the gates of Paradise she wish.

And lastly oh honourable brothers and sisters, get married for the purpose of walking into the gate of jannah together with your spouse and to have an everlasting relationship together in jannah.
Our lord! Grant unto us wives and offsprings who will be the comfort of our eyes and give us the grace to lead the righteous (Aameen)

Saturday, May 16, 2020

Are the Angels of Allāh Males or Females? by Mallam Sanusi Lafiaji

Belief in the Angels (their existence, purpose of creation and servitude to Allāh, etc) is one of the fundamentals of the Muslim faith. In Q.2:177, Allāh says:
ﺍ“Righteousness is not whether you turn your face towards East or West; but the righteousness is to believe in Allah, the Last Day, the Angels, the Books and the Prophets…”
Also, in Q.2:285, Allāh establishes the validity of the faith of whoso believes in the Angels, saying:

“The Messenger ˹firmly˺ believes in what has been revealed to him from his Lord, and so do the believers. They ˹all˺ believe in Allah, His angels, His Books, and His messengers...”
Angels are special creatures of Allāh, configured to do just one thing: obedience to Allāh. They are not programmed for anything else. They have no will of their own save what their Lord commands. Allāh says:

“O believers! Protect yourselves and your families from a Fire whose fuel is people and stones, overseen by formidable and severe angels, who never disobey whatever Allah orders—always doing as commanded.”
Regarding the gender of the Angels, some unbelievers have asserted that they are females and daughters of Allāh. This is why in some religions, Angels are depicted as beautiful damsels. Allāh condemned this assertion in Q. 16:57, 17:40, 37:149 & 153, 39:150, 43:16, 49:13, & 52:39. For instance, in 17:40, He says:َ

“They regard the angels, who are themselves servants of the Compassionate, as female divinities. Did they witness their creation? They should know that their testimony shall be noted down and they shall be called to account for it.”
However, despite debunking the claim of femininity of the Angels, there is no where in the Qur’ān that they are described as males. Some may want to argue that Allāh in the Qur'ān used masculine pronouns for the Angels, which gives the impression of their masculinity. This argument seems logical, but contradicts clear texts.
Ibn Bādīs in his Al-‘Aqā’id al-Islāmiyyah wrote:

“The Angels were created from light. They are neither described as males or females. They are facilitated with obedience to Allāh; infallible; put in charge of affairs of the universe, protection of human beings and recording of their deeds. They also are trusted with the protection and conveyance of the divine revelation.” (p.26)
Similarly, Dr Muhammad bn Abd’Rahmān al-Khamīs wrote:

The belief in the Angels implies acknowledging their existence; and that they are honorable servants of Allāh, who He created solely for His worship. They do not disobey Him in His command and they do exactly what they are ordered to do...We say, whoever claims that the Angels are females has disbelieved, for contradicting the Book of Allāh. We also do not say that they are males, because there’s no authentic text in such.” (p.9)
Some may also want to argue that since Allāh himself says in several passages in the Qur’ān: (see, Q.51:49, 53:45, 75:39 & 92:3) “I’ve created all things in a pair of male and female”; then, it is only logical to assert that the Angels are either males or females. Thus, since Allāh has refuted the claim of their feminity, that leaves us with the male gender.
The answer to this argument is that the creation and nature of the Angels are among the ghaybiyyāt (hidden events) which no one but Allāh knows. Therefore, it is better for the believer to refrain from making comments about them until he finds a clear text establishing such claims. In this case, there’s no clear text.
Allāh knows best.
Mallam Sanusi Lafiagi

LOVE by Ramadan Abu_Albarkah

On to the elders, I went to ask About love, son you've brought a big task They said to me, Love is nothing but a flask And not a...