The thin line between life and death.

I finished my Bar finals on the 13th day of August, 2010( bar final is the final examination law Students at the Nig Law School writes). Immediately I left the exam hall, lots of pple were congratulating me on my successful exit. I kept asking myself a single question "Why me Allah?" 

I got to my 'hostel' and sat down to reflect on my life. I was supposed to come to Law School in 2008 but I missed the admission, I was terribly heartbroken, it was as if the end of the world has come, then I laid my hand in this book THE HAPPIEST WOMAN, it was there I learn that depression is another instrument use by shytan to kill our faith. A muslim in whatever situation we meet ourselves we must not despair neither should we regret because Allah who made this has something better in store for us.

Bam!!!!! Like a dream, 2009 arrived and I was admitted to Kano Campus, Bagauda. To those who are familiar with this place, you will know what I am talking about if I say I cried myself to sleep the first night I got to School.

Bagauda was an experience on its own and I thank Allah for giving me the opportunity to go there. I fell but Allah lifted me up and made me a better muslim. I met a wonderful sister in person of Sideeqah Lawal (LASU).

To cut the long story short, I cried my eyes out the day I finished my exams when I remember those we resumed with whose life was cut short by death. I thank Allah and beg Him to make my sojourn a fruitful one.

14th August, 2010.

If I kol this a red letter day, it won't be a mistake. I woke up for my tajjud,ate my sahur and observe my subhi prayer then went back to sleep. I received a kol from my Daddy who was very happy and he called me his Dear Barrister 

I left school in company of my school mother and roommate, Victory Ede. We boarded a cab going to Kano town as she was supposed to catch a night bus around 5.00pm going to Onitsha. We were in a happy mood and telling each other how much we will miss ourselves, barely 30minutes drive away from the school, the front Tyre of  the cab busted and within  a twinkle the car swerved and somersaulted several times before it hit a road divider. I was the only one left in the wrecked car unhurt. All my colleagues had one injury or the other. My school mother who was sitting beside me had multiple fractures and injuries all over her body. 

Within a second our lives has change.

We are alive but we are new.

We are alive but we are different.

Victory is still in the hospital after undergoing two different surgeries. I am still going about with a cervical collar. But in spite of all these we still have a chance to give glory to God.

I cant help but give glory to Allah especially when I think of those who did not go through that much before they gave up the ghost.

                                                    My life to me is a testimony