Humm, Bilyn Abdull, reflecting on what my past years and experiences have taught me up to today, I can say that COURAGE is the essence of LIFE. PATIENCE guides our breath and ensures longevity for every creature in peace. Whenever we are asked what our adornment is, we instinctively think and respond (UPBRINGING). However, for me, I say it is not so. I can say it quietly or loudly, even proclaim it. Do not be surprised or misunderstand my perspective as extreme or eccentric. I am not saying upbringing cannot be considered an adornment, but the truth is that RELIGION is the highest form of adornment for me. It encompasses everything about you and me. I hold this view because I respect my RELIGION above all else in life. The WORLD is the first SCHOOL for every living being, where we strive and seek the REWARD of the HEREAFTER. The way you handle it determines your value and respect in everything and everyone. Every living being fears DEATH, but that does not stop us from desiring LIFE and hoping to enter PARADISE, where everything beyond our imagination can be found. Similarly, the end of our days does not stop us from planning our DREAMS, even if we are certain we will not see TOMORROW. Every human being's LIFE is shaped by the role their destiny book has written for them, no matter how much you strive or avoid the WORLD, you cannot change your destiny.

Let me not take you too far; let me give you everything openly so you can better understand what I want to say to Bilyn Abdull and all of you. My name is *_SAMRAAH ABDUL-WAHAB GWARZO_*. In reality, I am nobody but the daughter of Malam Abdul-wahab Gwarzo. My father was not a ruler, nor a wealthy man, nor a great scholar. He was a driver working for a wealthy family. Unfortunately, he passed away in a car accident when I was seven years old. He had only three children with our mother, who also passed away after giving birth to my younger brother when I was not yet three years old. My elder brother is Musaddiq, then me, Samraah, and our youngest, Hafizzullah. After our mother's death, my uncle Imam, my mother's younger brother, took care of Hafizzullah and me. His wife finished breastfeeding Hafizzullah along with their child, who was born around the same time as our mother. We are not sure if she even breastfed him, but they grew up like twins. After our father's death, my uncle Imam also took care of Musaddiq. Although our father was not wealthy or powerful, he left us some inherited farms and a house. Our mother also left us some inherited farms from her parents, along with Uncle Imam, as they were the only two children their parents had. Both our parents were from Gwarzo, so all our inheritance is there, except for the house we lived in, which is in Kano city. Due to our young age, everything our parents left for us was not given to us; Uncle Imam took everything, saying we would get it when we grew up. He continued farming the lands and renting out the house. Uncle Imam took care of our education and all our needs until we grew up. Life in Uncle Imam's house was never easy for us because of his wife's bad behavior, but we endured it. We faced various challenges of being orphans. Everything they did for their children was different from what they did for us. Even food was prioritized for their children over us. They attended private schools while we went to government schools. Their clothes were always different from ours. Even their sleeping arrangements were different from ours. You would be surprised to know that this discrimination was evident even from Uncle Imam, not just his wife. Before we understood ourselves, we would cry and wipe our tears, but as we matured, especially me, I started to retaliate. I endured the scolding and mistreatment from Mom and Abba, but I could not ignore their children's actions. Even those older than me, if they pointed a finger at me, I would break it to find peace, even if it meant they would retaliate. But Musaddiq was different; he was quiet, and so was Hafizzullah. I was also quiet, not talkative, and had a calm demeanor. Sometimes, when Mom accused me of something, people would not believe it because I was known to be gentle. This behavior of mine infuriated her, so I suffered more than my siblings at her hands and even at Abba's hands. We lived with patience and endurance until we finished secondary school. Then Abba said he could not afford to pay for our university education. I was very upset because I saw him making efforts to pay for Abbas, who was the same age as Musaddiq, and Baby, who was the same age as me. So I approached him, asking him to sell one of our inherited farms to pay for our education. I received several slaps from him and was eventually chased out of his living room with insults. Although Musaddiq was also upset, he did not say anything, except to scold me for what I did. He said I should not have spoken because, after all, Abba was our mother's brother, and he had taken care of us until now. I did not say anything to him, just cried. He did not say anything further and left the house.

Two days after this incident, Musaddiq came to me with the news that he had found a place to learn car mechanics. Although that was not what I wanted, I wanted us to continue our education, I congratulated him and wished him well. From then on, Musaddiq started going to the garage. Even when he told Abba, he did not pay much attention, just wished him good luck. Baby and the others continued going to school, while I became the housemaid. All the house chores became my responsibility, even those I did not do before. When Hafizzullah returned, he would help me with some tasks. I was very exhausted, but that did not stop me from preparing to go to Islamic school, even if it meant getting beaten. If I sneaked out and returned, Mom would beat me until she got tired and left me alone. But I had to finish all the tasks she gave me before leaving. This determination made me complete everything on time so I could leave. In this situation, a year passed since we finished secondary school, and I successfully completed the Quran. There was no celebration except for a small one from Musaddiq, but I did not mind. While Baby and the others continued going to school, Musaddiq kept going to the garage. He would leave in the morning and return in the evening. Initially, Abba did not care about Musaddiq's work or earnings, but later, Mom instigated him, saying Musaddiq was earning money since he made me a dress for my Quran completion. So Abba demanded that Musaddiq buy groceries for the house every day. Although this was hard for Musaddiq because he had his own plans, he did not show it and continued to split his earnings, saving half and using the other half for groceries. One day, a year and five months after we finished secondary school, one of our teachers came to see Abba. After they talked for a few minutes, I was called. That day, which I will never forget, became the beginning of everything in my STORY.