Being oversexualized is honestly a turn off for me. You don’t even know me yet. If all you see is my appearance, you’re missing the best parts of who I am.
That generation wore afros, rocked all sorts of fancy hairstyles, then grew up, went bald, and started hating young people with hair.
Coupled with their religious psychosis, we suffered at their hands.
Normalize being a boring Muslim. Go to bed after Isha. Wake before Fajr. Sit with Qur’an to understand. Take dhikr walks. Your life doesn’t have to be loud to have barakah. Sometimes the magic is in being unreachable. In becoming the Muslim nobody can disturb.
You would never have had the courage to approach Umaru with the idea of a gov’t-sponsored mass wedding. Matawalle would have dismissed it outright, and likely blocked your access to him from that day. Shema would probably slap you.
In 2026, Dikko is the first governor to introduce this ridiculous programme called “mass wedding” in Katsina, even describing it as the state’s maiden mass wedding programme.
Sheikh Daurawa couldn’t point to a verse of the Qur’an or authentic Hadith showing that Prophet Muhammad (SAW) ever organised or sponsored mass weddings for selected groups of people. Sai dai hade-hade da labarun duniya!
Forget security, education & healthcare for a moment, those are bigger-picture issues. To this day, access to portable drinking water within the state capital in Katsina remains a serious challenge.
And those of you hypocritical husband’s friends that keep joking about polygamy in front of our husbands and acting like we are somehow selfish for wanting to be the only wives of our own husbands… you people will suffer small, small inconveniences that will humble your souls.
Your flight will get cancelled during transit in a country you don’t have a visa for.
Your ATM card will vanish mysteriously while your dollars are peacefully sitting at home on your dresser.
Your phone will die at 2% battery in a country where you cannot speak the language, cannot pronounce the street names, and somehow every single person you meet will point you in different directions.
Your luggage will arrive safely… to the wrong continent.
The immigration officer will suddenly say, “Step aside please.”
Ya Wahhab, the Giver without measure, You who granted Maryam a child without a man and parted the sea for Musa with only a staff, I come before You with empty hands, Ya Kareem. Grant me directly from Your treasures, not through means, not through delay, but by Your divine “Kun fayakūn.” Send me mercy, an opening, and a relief that only You can decree.