Anas Dansalma's Blog

The touch of your love Upon my harden heart Is like the touch of God Upon an unbeliever's heart When no one is expecting him To believe in the sanctity of your grace That I believe you're the most grandeur That have ever existed to me And much more worthy of my worship. Just know Bilkisu, Your heart will be a temple Where I shall always bow in devotion And with each day I will grow piety That you yourself will have to reward me With the paradise buried in your heart.

SHIMFIƊA (Introduction) Zan so farawa da tuna mana cewa harshen Hausa na kan cigaba da samun farin jini da zaurawa da ke ƙara zawarcin sa, inda toshinsu ya kai har ga ƙanƙamar sa da koyan sa da amfani da shi a harkoki na yau-da-kullum kama daga gida Nijeriya har zuwa ƙasar Sin waɗanda sun yi nisa tuni wajen yaɗa labarai cikin harshen na Hausa. Wannan ga duk mai hikima da fahimtar rayuwa ya san cigaba ne ga al'umma da ta mallaki wannan harshe. Zai yi kyau mai karatu ya san cewa rubutun Hausa ba kawai bayyana ya yi ba daga sama, balle a rubuta shi kara-zube kamar yadda dubbun nan masu amfani da shi har ga cikin Hausawa kansu ke yi masa. Tarihin samuwar rubutun Hausa, idan aka ɗauke rubutun Ajami na Hausa, to na zamani ya faro ne da Turawa masu bincike (explorers) har zuwa ga Turawan mulkin da kuma dawowa hannun ƴan ƙasa, wato malumanmu na jiya da yau da suke a manyan makarantu da jami'o'i. Tun a waɗancan lokuta Hausa ta riƙa gamuwa da ƙalubale, musamman na yadda za a yi ...

Dear my death angel, Where have you been?               Come as much closer to me As you have always wanted to be. Dear my death angel, Don't you hear me groaning              For my loudest bleeding wounds Which are the story of misfortune? Dear my death angel, Don't you know I'm a wounded prey                Hunted by avaricious canines Who want to rip my flesh apart? Dear my death angel, Come to the North where I live                Forsake me not to the demons Whose bullets are more ruthless than you. Dear my death angel, My house is now a pool of blood                Brimming over my tattred head Filled with the fear of my marauders. Dear my death angel, Night is day and day is night                To me that I could see them ...

Daam! Daam! Daam! It breaks, The sound of a broken thunder. Never do I ever heard of it before, But, now it’s the pulsation of my heartbeat. The thunder through the calm atmosphere, Came it as dark as Satan’s spiteful heart. Ratatatatah! Tastastastas! Ratatatatah! The sound of a heavy gun! The North is now a tatted garden asunder, Kidnapped I am day and night for ransom, That I've turned fountain for the vampires. Paralyzed we are with broken thunder, Driving us to untimely early graves, In numbers weakening our hands to bear. Ratatatatah! Tastastastas! Ratatatatah!                 The sound of a heavy gun! Fathers weep for their lovely pregnant wives, Mothers weeping for their innocent children, While children yell at corpses of their parents Everyone jittery and everywhere condolences, Which throw its stinging throes in our hearts As love kept reincarnating their bodily mirages Daam! Daam! Daam! It breaks, T...

I have seen how mistful torrents of pitiful posts and publications over the piteous raping cases that have filled the heaven hanging on newspapers, Facebook, and other social media platforms have been trending. I want to join hands in condemning this repulsive attitude. I have also read a myriad of views ranging from the female and male adults who have disappointingly condemned such acts. I was appalled by those who argue, mostly, from the female counterparts that indecent dressing by our young ladies which is accompanied with coquettish attitude is not a reason for why raping is becoming wild devouring the virginity of many innocent girls and babies. I won't say, with no pretentious male condescending and belittling reproach to the feminine gender that, despite being very innocent, their mode of dressing has been a strong wind that fans the men's (rapists) randiness. It is flimsy and characterless, even from atheistic or any form of a sense of reasoning, to think that n...