Uwa uwace... ku biyoni ku sha labari.

Iyaye musamman mata sukan sadaukar da dukkan farincikinsu domin kyautata rayuwar 'ya'yansu. Haka ce ta faru ga Maamu har zuwa lokacin da Allah Ya azurta mata tilon danta Awaisu. A daidai lokacin da take tunanin kyautatawa wadanda suka wahalta musu a baya sai Gimbiya matar dan nata ta murda kambun da ko iyayenta basu santa dashi ba.... Ga uwa, ga da sannan ga suruka.

Talauci, kuncin rayuwa, danne hakki da rashin kyautata rayuwar na kasa yana daga cikin silar lalacewar al'umma a wannan zamani.

Bahaushen mutum yana da kyawawan dabi'u wadanda addinin Musulunci da al'adunmu su ka koyar damu. Sai dai zamani yazo da wani salo, mun wayi gari bamu da abin koyi da tinkaho sai AL'ADUN WASU. Shin hakan hanya ce mai bullewa???

is all about destiny again

She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. It didn't matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes! But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

The hidden tears of a daughter, a wife and a mother.

Come, let me tell you a story, a story of a man and a woman both blessed and also doomed. Let me tell you a story of love, of a heart crying out for love, reaching out for love, only to be grabbed and pulled away by cruel hand of destiny. Come, let me tell you a story of Safiyyah and Gidado, a match made in heaven but placed wrongfully on earth with a lot of obstacles between them. Can it happen? Can they be? Is it even possible? Come, let's cry and laugh with Piya and her Pyar.

It is a story about two sisters that are like the two sides of a coin, totally different yet part of each other. It is a story about loneliness, sadness, discrimination, hypocrisy, self pity and of course love. Get your handkerchiefs ready because this story will bring you tears. Enjoy

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah's case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave! Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of. She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn't pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. "Can I be your Mrs?" Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.