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In the kitchen, a woman, not older than thirty-five, was busy chopping ingredients as if she were in a race against time. “Mami!” she called out loudly. “Why haven’t you responded to my name all this time?” The little girl, no older than ten, smiled with relief and replied, “Mum, you know what?” “No, you…
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The girl chased the cow, wielding a stick like they were racing. The cow sprinted through the desert, followed relentlessly by the girl. Other cows grazed nearby, unaware of the playful race. By accident, the other cows strayed into a farmer’s field, hungry and eager to devour the crops. In her youthful voice, representing her…
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Malam Rabi’u Shema is blessed with the ancestral blood of the natives, originating from Dutsamma local government area in Katsina state, specifically in a village named Shema. Both his maternal and paternal families hail from this region. His journey began with business interests, leading him to Kano town. As time passed, Mr. Rabi’u’s residence evolved…
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She moved with an overwhelming tension, her steps oblivious to the ground beneath her. Tears streamed down her face, as she knew deep down that she was utterly alone in this world. Why? This question echoed relentlessly in her heart. He sprinted at breakneck speed, driven by an emergency call informing him of his mother’s…
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Wednesday, January 10, 2007 The day began with an unusual darkness that lingered since dawn, making it challenging for many to perform their morning prayers, especially those reliant on natural light or cityscape views. As the clock neared eight o’clock, not a single drop of rain had fallen, but a gentle, moisture-laden breeze swept through…
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“You’re a whore! You’ve set fire to the city… Your actions are worse than a fire during prayer.” These words from the young man still echoed in her ears. Her mind wasn’t accustomed to receiving such harsh language. The complexities of her life and the challenges that surrounded her had kept her from returning to…
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Chapter Two: Memories and Moments In her modest room, she sat alone on her bed, holding a photo album in both hands, treating it as if it were a cherished textbook. Despite having closed the door to her room, the soft glow of a dwindling fire in the room’s front allowed her to see the…
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After spending over two years searching for employment following my graduation from Ahmadu Bello University in Zaria, I finally secured a job at a newspaper office in Dabo (Kano) called MIKIYA. Our team consisted of no more than ten employees. The newspaper’s owner, Ibrahim Atiku, was known for his radical, arrogant, and quick-tempered personality. He…
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In 2003, in Kano City, the story of AL-AMARIN unfolded during the last two weeks of the semester at Bayero University. At this time, the university was a hive of activity as students and teachers were engrossed in their academic pursuits, preparing for exams that were fast approaching. The university was filled with students either…