Muhammad Muhsin
Ibrahim
@muhsin234
Astrologists
would want me to believe that June 1 is my lucky day. I will, however, not take them seriously, as I don’t believe in that pseudoscience. But no
doubt, the day stands unique in my life. At least two life-shaping incidents
happened to me. First, I assumed duty as a Graduate Assistant at the
prestigious Bayero University , Kano
in 2012. Second, precisely a year later, I married the woman I have always appreciated
being with. For anything, the day cannot pass like any other. I think it
deserves a particular remembrance and commemoration, though not in any
ritualistic manner.
This year was
unlike the previous one. I had then wanted to give a tantalising treat to my
wife, which was subsequently marred by some chilling and killing incidents in
both Nigeria and India that do
not bear repeating here. I had not planned to do anything special this year, nor to write a single word, until about an hour ago. I had had, two days ago,
a life-threatening fever, stomachache and diarrhoea to the extent I almost gave
up. Allah be praised; I am alive and kicking today.
I think I ought
to register my gratitude to Allah (SWT) for everything, not just sparing my
life. My wife and I have been living in peace and prosperity since our marriage.
We are still childless, as you would
like to know, but we are happy and pleased. Birth is a gift from Allah alone. We wait for the time He would give us. And should He not, we would still
remain grateful, for He has given us other invaluable presents.
The secret of a
happy family is nothing hidden. Quarrelling is unavoidable. That makes a boring life
an absorbing one. Don’t let it, though, escalate. Come together, discuss and sort
it out by yourselves. Inviting a third party is something you should avoid whenever possible. We are often insipidly requested by the elders to be patient and
let things go. The “things” don’t go anywhere just like that. They go only when
you rinse out your heart and mind via dialogue. Don’t stomach a grudge. It
accumulates and exacerbates.
This is my last
wedding anniversary in India .
I hope so, at least. Most of us – Nigerians and other foreign nationals – are
here for a better education. We stand all the racism, the hatred and other
degrading gestures heap on us by some ill-bred Indians. Thank God, not
everyone behaves like that. We are more than human beings to others. We are
special. We are like their wards (and they, their guardians), entrusted to them by
their government. We are in India
legally; we bring fortune and contribute to its development. This
second category knows that. Thus, they value and respect us.
I am filled with
optimism now more than ever. Our recently sworn-in president, Muhammadu Buhari, has
enlivened confidence in the hearts of many Nigerians. We foresee a bright light
at the end of the dark tunnel that used to be our single route. There will be a time, soon, in sha Allah, when Nigerians will have to decide whether to leave or stay in their country for higher education or related purposes. We have
seen the same in other nations; we can, too.
We miss home. We love our country and look forward to offering what we can to help it reach the Promised Land. You should always be grateful for
what Allah has provided you with. As they say, the happiest people do not have everything; they are content with what they have. This is the lesson
I have learned, hence this ‘improvised’ piece.
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