Labarin mai nuni da muhimmancin biyayya ga iyaye, gujema son zuciya, soyayya, zuminci, tare da cakwakiya tsakanin yaya da ƙanwa akan son abu guda.

This is not a love story but it is a story of love, of how it never dies no matter how long and how far apart the lovers are. Just follow my pen for I assure you, you are going to fall in love with Diyam.

Matar shi ce ta farko bata san haihuwa, idan ta samu ciki sai ta zubar, as ending yake yin auren sirri da mai aikin gidan

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

Some extra, for all the people who enjoyed The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green. Let me make this clear that this is not the original written by John Green, and this isn't even written by John Green.