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рд╣ोрдоी рднाрднा рдХी рд▓ाрд▓ рдмрд╣ाрджुрд░ рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдХो рд╢्рд░рдж्рдзांрдЬрд▓ि

рдоेрд╣ेрд░ рд╡ाрди

- рдоेрд╣ेрд░ рд╡ाрди

рдЕрдкрдиी рд╕ाрджрдЧी, рд╕рд░рд▓рддा рдФрд░ рд╡िрдирдо्рд░рддा рдХे рд▓िрдП рдк्рд░рд╕िрдж्рдз рд▓ाрд▓ рдмрд╣ाрджुрд░ рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рднाрд░рдд рдХे рджूрд╕рд░े рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдоंрдд्рд░ी рдеे, рдЬिрдирдХी 11 рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी 1966 рдХो рддाрд╢рдХंрдж рдоें рд╣ृрджрдпाрдШाрдд рдХे рдХाрд░рдг рдоृрдд्рдпु рд╣ो рдЧрдИ рдеी| рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдорди्рдд्рд░ी рдмрдирдиे рд╕े рдкрд╣рд▓े рд╡рд╣ рд░ेрд▓рдоंрдд्рд░ी рдФрд░ рдЧृрд╣рдоंрдд्рд░ी рднी рд░рд╣े рдеे| рдЙрди्рд╣ोंрдиे рднाрд░рдд рдХे рдк्рд░рдердо рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдорди्рдд्рд░ी рдЬрд╡ाрд╣рд░ рд▓ाрд▓ рдиेрд╣рд░ु рдХे рдж्рд╡ाрд░ा рд╢ुрд░ू рдХिрдпे рдЧрдП рднाрд░рддीрдп рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдКрд░्рдЬा рдХाрд░्рдпрдХ्рд░рдо рд╕рдо्рдмрди्рдзी рдЧрддिрд╡िрдзिрдпों рдкрд░ рд╕рдХ्рд░िрдпрддा рд╕े рд╣िрд╕्рд╕ेрджाрд░ी рдХрд░рддे рд╣ुрдП рд╕рд░рдХाрд░ рдХा рдк्рд░рддिрдиिрдзिрдд्рд╡ рдХिрдпा рдеा, рдк्рд░рд╕िрдж्рдз рд╡ैрдЬ्рдЮाрдиिрдХ рд╣ोрдоी рдЬрд╣ाँрдЧीрд░ рднाрднा рднाрд░рддीрдп рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдКрд░्рдЬा рдХाрд░्рдпрдХ्рд░рдо рдХा рдиेрддृрдд्рд╡ рдХрд░ рд░рд╣े рдеे| рд▓ाрд▓ рдмрд╣ाрджुрд░ рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рдоृрдд्рдпु рдкрд░ рднाрд░рддीрдп рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдКрд░्рдЬा рд╡िрднाрдЧ рдФрд░ рдЯाрдЯा рдоूрд▓рднूрдд рд╢ोрдз рд╕ंрд╕्рдеाрди рдХे рд╡ैрдЬ्рдЮाрдиिрдХों рдиे рд╣ोрдоी рдЬрд╣ाँрдЧीрд░ рднाрднा рдХे рдиेрддृрдд्рд╡ рдоें рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рдХो рдЕрдд्рдпंрдд рдЕрдж्рд╡िрддीрдп рд░ूрдк рд╕े рд╢्рд░рдж्рдзांрдЬрд▓ि рдЕрд░्рдкिрдд рдХी рдеी| рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рдХे рдж्рд╡ाрд░ा рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдКрд░्рдЬा рд╡िрднाрдЧ рдХे рдк्рд▓ूрдЯोрдиिрдпрдо рдк्рд▓ांрдЯ рдХे рд╡िрдоोрдЪрди рдХी рдкрд╣рд▓ी рд╡рд░्рд╖рдЧाँрда (22 рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी, 1966) рдкрд░ рд╡ैрдЬ्рдЮाрдиिрдХों рдиे рдЫुрдЯ्рдЯी рдХे рджिрди рднी рдХाрдо рдХрд░рддे рд╣ुрдП рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рдХो рд╢्рд░рдж्рдзांрдЬрд▓ि рджी рдеी| рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рдХो рд╡ैрдЬ्рдЮाрдиिрдХों рдж्рд╡ाрд░ा рджी рдЧрдИ рд╢्рд░рдж्рдзांрдЬрд▓ि рдХे рдмाрд░े рдоें рднाрднा рдиे рд╕्рд╡.рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рдХी рдзрд░्рдордкрдд्рдиी рдХो рдпрд╣ рдкрдд्рд░ рд▓िрдЦрдХрд░ рд╕ूрдЪिрдд рдХिрдпा рдеा| 
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23 рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी, 1966
рдк्рд░िрдп рд╢्рд░ीрдорддी рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी,
            рд╣рдоाрд░े рдкूрд░्рд╡ рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдорди्рдд्рд░ी рд╕्рд╡рд░्рдЧीрдп рд╢्рд░ी рд▓ाрд▓ рдмрд╣ाрджुрд░ рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдХी рд╕्рдоृрддि рдоें рд╢्рд░рдж्рдзांрдЬрд▓ि рдЕрд░्рдкिрдд рдХрд░рддे рд╣ुрдП 12 рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी 1966 рдХो рд╕ंрдкрди्рди рд╣ुрдИ рдмैрдардХ рдоें рдЯाрдЯा рдЗंрд╕्рдЯिрдЯ्рдпूрдЯ рдСреЮ рдлрди्рдбाрдоेंрдЯрд▓ рд░िрд╕рд░्рдЪ (рдЯाрдЯा рдоूрд▓рднूрдд рд╢ोрдз рд╕ंрд╕्рдеाрди) рдХे рдХрд░्рдордЪाрд░िрдпों рдж्рд╡ाрд░ा рдПрдХ рдк्рд░рд╕्рддाрд╡ рдкाрд░िрдд рдХिрдпा рдЧрдпा рдЬिрд╕рдХे рдмाрд░े рдоें рдоैं рдЖрдкрдХो рд╕ूрдЪिрдд рдХрд░ рд░рд╣ा рд╣ूँ|
            22 рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी 1966, рд╢рдиिрд╡ाрд░ рдЬिрд╕рдХे рдаीрдХ рдПрдХ рд╕ाрд▓ рдкрд╣рд▓े рд╢्рд░ी рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдиे рдк्рд▓ूрдЯोрдиिрдпрдо рдк्рд▓ांрдЯ рдХा рд╡िрдоोрдЪрди рдХिрдпा рдеा, рдХे рджिрди рдЙрдирдХी рд╕्рдоृрддि рдХो рд╢्рд░рдж्рдзांрдЬрд▓ि рджेрдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдКрд░्рдЬा рд╕ंрд╕्рдеाрди, рдЯ्рд░ाрдо्рдмे рдХे рдХрд░्рдордЪाрд░ी рд╕рджрд╕्рдпों рдХी рдмैрдардХ рд╣ुрдИ| рдЗрд╕ рдмैрдардХ рдоें рдПрдХ рдк्рд░рд╕्рддाрд╡ рдкाрд░िрдд рдХिрдпा рдЧрдпा рдЬिрд╕рдХे рдмाрд░े рдоें рдоुрдЭे рдЖрдкрдХो рд╕ूрдЪिрдд рдХрд░рдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдХрд╣ा рдЧрдпा рд╣ै| рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдКрд░्рдЬा рд╡िрднाрдЧ, рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдКрд░्рдЬा рдЕрдзिрд╖्рдаाрди, рдЯ्рд░ाрдо्рдмे рдФрд░ рдЯाрдЯा рдоूрд▓рднूрдд рд╢ोрдз рд╕ंрд╕्рдеाрди рдХे рдХрд░्рдордЪाрд░िрдпों рдиे рдпрд╣ рдиिрд░्рдгрдп рд▓िрдпा рд╣ै рдХि рд╡рд╣ 22 рддाрд░ीрдЦ рджिрди рд╢рдиिрд╡ाрд░ рдХो, рдЬो рдХि рдЗрди рд╕ंрд╕्рдеाрдУं рдХे рд▓िрдП рдПрдХ рдЫुрдЯ्рдЯी рдХा рджिрди рд╣ै, рдЙрди्рд╣ें (рд╢्рд░ी рд▓ाрд▓ рдмрд╣ाрджुрд░ рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рдХो) рдпрдеोрдЪिрдд рд╢्рд░рдж्рдзांрдЬрд▓ि рджेрддे рд╣ुрдП рдкूрд░े рджिрди рдХाрдо рдХрд░ेंрдЧे|
            рдоुрдЭे рд╕рдордп-рд╕рдордп рдкрд░ рдЙрдирдХे рд╕ाрде рдХाрдо рдХрд░рдиे рдХा рд╡िрд╢ेрд╖ाрдзिрдХाрд░ рдк्рд░ाрдк्рдд рд╣ुрдЖ рдеा рдЬрдм рд╡рд╣ рдЧैрд░-рд╡िрднाрдЧीрдп рдоंрдд्рд░ी рдмрдиे рдеे рдФрд░ рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдоाрдорд▓ों рдХी рджेрдЦрд░ेрдЦ рдХрд░ рд░рд╣े рдеे, рдФрд░ рдмेрд╢рдХ рдоेрд░ा рдЙрдирд╕े рдЕрдзिрдХ рд╕рдо्рдмрди्рдз рддрдм рд░рд╣ा рдЬрдм рд╡рд╣ рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдоंрдд्рд░ी рдеे рдФрд░ рдкрд░рдоाрдгु рдКрд░्рдЬा рдХे рдк्рд░рдоुрдЦ рдеे| рдЙрдирдХी рд╕рдЬ्рдЬрдирддा, рдЙрдирдХी рд╡िрдирдо्рд░рддा, рдЙрдирдХी рд╕рд╣рдЬ рдИрдоाрдирджाрд░ी рдФрд░ рдиिрд╖्рдаा рдиे рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдЙрди рддрдоाрдо рд▓ोрдЧों рдХा рдк्рдпाрд░ा рдмрдиाрдпा, рдЬिрди्рд╣ें рдоेрд░ी рддрд░рд╣ рдЙрдирдХे рд╕ाрде рдХाрдо рдХрд░рдиे рдХा рд╡िрд╢ेрд╖ाрдзिрдХाрд░ рдк्рд░ाрдк्рдд рд╣ुрдЖ, рдФрд░ рд╣рдо рд╕рдм рдПрдХ рдРрд╕े рдорд╣ाрди рдФрд░ рд╕ाрд╣рд╕ी рдЗंрд╕ाрди рдХो рдЦोрдХрд░ рд╢ोрдХाрдХुрд▓ рд╣ैं, рдЬिрдирдХी рдЕрд╕рдордп рдоृрдд्рдпु рд╣рдоाрд░े рджेрд╢ рдХे рд▓िрдП рдПрдХ рдорд╣ाрди рдХ्рд╖рддि рд╣ै| рдЖрдкрдХी рдЗрд╕ рдХ्рд╖рддि рдЬिрд╕рдоें рд╕рдо्рдкूрд░्рдг рджेрд╢ рд╣िрд╕्рд╕ेрджाрд░ рд╣ै, рдоें рдоेрд░े рд╕рднी рд╕рд╣рдХрд░्рдоी рдмंрдзुрдУं рдХी рдУрд░ рд╕े рдФрд░ рдоेрд░ी рдФрд░ рд╕े рд╣рдоाрд░ी рдЧрд╣рд░ी рд╕рд╣ाрдиुрднूрддि рд╕्рд╡ीрдХाрд░ рдХीрдЬिрдпे|
            рдХ्рдпा рдоैं рдЖрдкрд╕े рдпрд╣ рдЕрдиुрд░ोрдз рдХрд░ рд╕рдХрддा рд╣ूँ рдХि рдпрджि рдХुрдЫ рднी рдРрд╕ा рд╣ै рдЬिрд╕рдоें рдоैं рдЖрдкрдХी рдХिрд╕ी рднी рддрд░рд╣ рд╕े рд╕рд╣ाрдпрддा рдХрд░ рд╕рдХूँ рддो рдХृрдкрдпा рдЖрдк рдоुрдЭे рдмिрдиा рд╕ंрдХोрдЪ рдХिрдпे рд╕ूрдЪिрдд рдХрд░ेंрдЧी, рдХ्рдпोंрдХि рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рдХी рд╕्рдоृрддि рдоें рдХुрдЫ рднी рдХрд░ рдкाрдиे рдХो рдоैं рдЕрдкрдиा рдПрдХ рд╡िрд╢ेрд╖ाрдзिрдХाрд░ рд╕рдордЭूंрдЧा|

рднрд╡рджीрдп
(рдПрдЪ. рдЬे. рднाрднा)

рд╢्рд░ीрдорддी рд▓ाрд▓िрддा рд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ी
рдирдпी рджिрд▓्рд▓ी

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Letter to My Dear Unborn Child

Abdulrazak Sansani
by Abdulrazak Iliyasu Sansani

Dear poor Child,

This is undoubtedly not the first medium of our communication. For this will not be  the first time we interact. Although this may precede all other interactions, we may have together in our lives. You may be perplexed by this few lines  I have asserted. But my intentions were never to confuse you rather to make you comprehend the perplexities of life.

One of the first things, I will want you to comprehend is that life is never outrightly easy. It is not a place where you 'party all through' or enjoy a ceaseless luxury. Long story short, life is not the bed of roses. Rather it is a sojourn journey full of ups and downs. Never you anticipate it to be easy. For it was not for your dad, your paternal uncles and aunts just as it was not for your paternal grand dad, grand mum or any of my forebears.

Truly, life is less stressful and less difficult for some. But it is hardly absolutely easy. So,  do not anticipate it to be what it was not for your dad or even for the most noble and most pious of mankind.  All that I want you to comprehend is that here you have to work hard, pray and believe in your abilities even if no one thinks you can,  your dad and mum included. Although it is extremely difficult to see that happening. It still rarely occurs. So,  the rarity of it happening does not in anyway alter it in entirety.

Thus, the "only path" you can follow is not in most instances the "only path", you must strive to explore other avenues even if it means inventing new ones altogether. You may be tested beyond the limit you think you can withstand but do not forget the best of all planners does that to prepare you for better days ahead and never to deter you from achieving your set objectives. So,  if you fail to thrive in this kind of situations most often than not is because  you have not striven enough or is simply not meant to be.

Do not overstress yourself contemplating about what you think is the best when it does not happen. By so doing, you lose valuable energy, rather channel these energies to other fruitful ventures. You must understand that you cannot change what God has destined to be. Even if you strive to  do everything. So,  having  that at the back of your mind will certainly help you in living an excited and less stressful life.

You must have noticed  that l keep on discussing living a less stressful life. You may not comprehend this at the initial stage of your transitory life journey but you will comprehend it eventually. Although all that I  am doing now, is to intimate you with these things you may likely encounter. And as they say to be forewarned is to be forearmed.

By this stage of reading these words from your dad to you,  I believe you must have learnt one or two things but if you have not, then you will have to go back and read these statements again but strive to do that now with less pressure than you must have done hitherto. You know,  putting yourself under undue pressure will go a long way in harming you. Yes,  you will find yourself under intense pressure and difficulty but your composure will be sacrosanct in seeing you through.

I know by now you must be wondering how you are going to find that composure in the face of great difficulty. You will not have to overstress yourself. For you will find it in the scriptures and dogmas that have been true for centuries. And have aided in so many ways, just as they have been central in finding the needed  peace for one to thrive.

Talking about thriving in life, if you really want to thrive in it then never you play with whatever God commands us to do as His servants and strive as much as you  can to not engage in whatever He asks us to abstain from. Only then will you find lasting peace and  live a happy life in a transitory home_ this world! Of course, you will be attacked from all quarters by those who know next to nothing about God and even those who have an in-depth knowledge of Him but chose to use it to gain material benefits rather than preach the true words of God.

Well,  do not worry about how you are going to overcome this tremendous challenge for this answer is not far from you and yet you have to go thousands of miles sometimes to acquire it.  My dear child what I am about to disclose to you is definitely the greatest gift I will ever give you as your dad.  Indeed it is the greatest and most essential gift any parent can give to his or her child. Perhaps by this point you must have discovered what I am talking about.  In case you have not, please again I urge you not to worry my child.  Too much worries make you weary and less focused.

Sorry my dear that I  have not yet told you about the beautiful, essential instrument that is worth our time in seeking and eventually acquiring it. I believe it is crystal clear what I am talking about. But perhaps it is not so far for you, I ask you again not to worry. For I am talking about what is vital both here and in the hereafter. Do not be perplexed. For it is not and it will never be my intention to confuse you. Rather I will want to let you know some essential things about life.

I apologise if by the time you are reading this piece you get stressed out striving to fathom what actually this is. Well,  you will not have to wait any longer. For perhaps you will have rightly guessed what I am striving to let you know, but in case you find out after I must have told you what exactly it is,  that you were wrong,  then know that you cannot be right all the time.  And in most instances you will fail to get some seemly difficult things and of course even easy things right. That does not make you less intelligent or less human than anyone,  what it does depict is that you expend more of your time seeking knowledge. You may not have noticed it but I have just told you what I have been craving to let you know.  Education is of course what I have been striving to espouse to you its essence.

Education is sacrosanct in both this life and the hereafter. We all need sound education to live a life worthy of emulation. Do not get me wrong, I do not in anyway means the higher the qualification one has the higher the chances of him or her living a life worthy of emulation. What I meant is that education plays a crucial role in shaping the lives of people. Thus, a good education may help a lot.  And when I talk about education I mean both western and religious education. Yes, I also mean both formal and informal. For I unequvoically understand the merits of education.

My dear child most of the challenges I have faced as a person in life have been as a result of my unflinching resolve to get educated and contribute my quota to my country's development and humanity! I have suffered so many heart breaks, seen so many lows, celebrated so many highs but  in all of these nothing have shaken  my resolve to get educated. Not the myriads of challenges: be it when I  was the subject of ridicule of some adolescent boys and girls whose cause I was so desirious of helping, not even when some children who barely knew me gave me no chance of doing anything remarkable, not even when some people thought I could not match their prowess, not even the sharp knife of betrayals could stop your dad; in short even with health challenges and other equally grave challenges I always gave my all and God willingly I will continue doing the same. If at all you ever get to see this letter to you my child, do not only read it but strive to utilise the vital lessons that you may find therein.

Here I am writing this letter to you without knowing, if I  will ever get to see my own child or children as the case may be.  The reality is that I may not even live long to get married and even if I do.  I may not be blessed with children as it is the will of God. And He only can decide anything which whether I like it or not I must accept. And as someone who believes in the supremacy of the almighty over all of my affairs, I will unrelentingly continue to serve and thank the Almighty God regardless of my fate. So, this letter will be therefore useful to any other child who seeks a future of decency, success and happiness. But if I am fortunate to live long and get married, and have children, then this will become useful to him or her, or even them as the case may be.

As I write this letter now my child, I do not know if I have ever met your mother. I do not know who she is now.  Perhaps we have seen each other. Perhaps we have not.  But whatever the case is, He who is the master of all planners has already planned everything and I will accept whatever and whoever she is with candour, esteem and treat her with dignity.

Pray, study hard, work hard, concentrate, invest, help the needy, forgive, care, respect and live life according to the dictates of the lord and not merely exist. I look forward to seeing you Aisha that is the name I hope to give you, I plan to name you after my late step mum or Hafsah, my mum; if you are a girl but if you are not, then Abdulrahman, Muhammad or Abdulsamad may be your name!