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She sat at the prayer spot in her home, her hand slowly moving the white prayer beads, but in her heart, she was preoccupied with thoughts of her son, Umar. She wondered where he was and if he was safe. Raising her head, she glanced at the clock on the wall. The time read ten…
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Every time a writer takes up the pen, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re writing their own life or your life. Teachers often caution and emphasize the importance of writing about the right things. Similarly, a writer writes to inform, warn, or entertain through their work. If they describe beauty, it doesn’t have to be a…
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Jabeer trailed behind them, unfamiliar with their identities until they reached their home. Pausing to examine the house from the car, he couldn’t help but wonder if there were any similar houses in Abuja. Even from a distance, it was evident that the owners of the house were struggling. The dilapidated walls and the impact…
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“Tunkwal, Tunkwal, Tunkwal,” echoed the familiar sound of her voice as she approached the House of Karan, nestled under the shade of the Dalbejiya tree. Her journey had been peaceful, with her favorite books in hand. Upon reaching the house, she observed signs of hunger and exhaustion all around her. She swiftly entered the house…
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He sprinted at breakneck speed, almost resembling a sprinter. His oversized shirt billowed in the wind, making it appear as if he had wings. Before venturing out in the morning, he could feel his heart racing. It was a special day because they were visiting the wealthiest person in the state, surpassing even his relatives…
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On a rainy Saturday night around 11 o’clock, with strong winds howling, my mother, whom I affectionately call Aya, secured our house by closing the door tightly. I found myself outside, desperately knocking and calling out to her, but she couldn’t hear me. It felt like an impenetrable barrier separated us. In my haste, I…
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* ASLM SCHOOL, I WISH EVERYONE THE BEST OF GOODNESS, THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO LOVES MY WRITINGS WHEREVER YOU ARE, MY HOPE IS BLESSED FOR YOU, YOUR LOVE IS A PRIDE FOR ME, YOUR SUPPORT IS THE SIGN OF PROGRESS MAY GOD BLESS YOU EVERYWHERE YOU ARE IN HOPEFULLY, SINCE MY LOVED ONES IN NIGERIA…
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The words “God help you” echoed in her ears, a phrase she hadn’t heard from anyone’s mouth for so long that she couldn’t even identify the last person who had uttered it. She turned slowly to see the source of these words, and to her surprise, she found him standing there, just like he always…
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He was driving slowly in a large jeep named Vence, seemingly guarding their town as if the life of the entire community depended on it. While they were a small force, in the city, they were close-knit and strong. His phone rang, and he answered, saying, “God bless you, ummi.” He could hear his mother’s…
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Today, Iman found herself sitting on the floor of her room, as she often did when she didn’t have lectures. Lost in thought, she suddenly snapped out of her reverie and took a deep breath. She spoke in a cold, determined voice, her eyes welling up with tears. “My gut feeling is lying to me.…