“I married my wife from a poor family, took her to the UK in 1970, spent £11,000 every year to train her in school up to PhD. When she saw she was established, she took me to court in the UK and lied that I rap£d my daughter of 11 years so that I could be deported.”
-A tearful story of a Nigerian man whose wife kicked him out and separated him from their children after he trained her in school in the UK.✍️
@MujahidSSaad Is banana Republic, they will not recruit Normal people that will help the country, you just pay money and get the job, the worst is police, every vagabond is there if you can pay.
“I was born in the Zion Church.
My father is a bishop, and for many years, that was the only path I knew. It was the faith of my parents, my grandparents, and my community.
But Allah, in His infinite mercy, guided me to Islam.
This picture tells the story of two journeys. My father standing in the faith he has known all his life, and me standing upon the faith that Allah guided me to.
A few days ago, my father did something that touched me deeply. He drove all the way to see me without telling me he was coming, simply to collect an English and isiZulu Qur’an that I had arranged for him as a birthday gift. I only realized he was there when he arrived.
As I handed him the Qur’an, I couldn’t help but reflect on the wisdom of Allah. I never imagined that one day I would be the first Muslim in my family, handing the Book of Allah to my own father.
I was the first in my family to hold the Qur’an. The first to say:
“La ilaha illallah, Muhammadur Rasulullah.”
Islam started with me in my family, but by the permission of Allah, I pray it does not end with me.”
I was relaxing in front of my shop when a young cattle herder walked by with his herd. He stopped, stared at my shop for a while, and looked genuinely curious.
I smiled and said, "How about giving me one cow for free?"
Without hesitation, he replied, "What would you even do with a cow? You already have a shop!"
I laughed and said, "Then let's trade—you give me all your cows, and I'll give you my shop."
He shook his head. "No way!"
I invited him inside to enjoy the cool air from the fan. After a few seconds, he looked at me, smiled, and said, "You wouldn't last a day as a herder."
I couldn't stop laughing. Then I took a photo of him and showed it to him. The moment he saw himself, he burst into laughter.
We both laughed like old friends before he waved goodbye and continued on his journey with his cattle.
That brief encounter was a reminder that every child has a story, dreams, and potential. With access to education and opportunity, many more doors can open for children like him.N
--Barrister Nazeer Achilafia