Sarama! Sarama Sarama
Her name was not Clara.
She appeared to be Flora.
When she was like Cholera.

Sarama, she is a dilemma.
She put love in near comma.
Because love suffers trauma.
And she dispose, love gramma.

Sarama! Sarama Sarama
Your eyes have glaucoma,
Your words are on diastema.
And your heart has a neuroma,

In the rhythm of life,
a melody so sweet,
Umma, your love can't be beat.
With every heartbeat,
every gentle song,
You’ve guided us with wisdom all along.

Your voice,
a lullaby in the night,
Filling our hearts with pure delight.
With hands that soothe,
and words that cheer,
You've been our rock,
always near.

Through the highs and lows,
the days so bright,
You’ve been our compass,
Our guiding gleam
With a smile as warm as the morning sun,
Your grace and beauty outshine everyone.

In the dance of life,
your steps are pure,
With love that’s strong,
and heart so sure.
With rhythm and rhyme,
this truth we see,
Hafasat Shuaib,
you’re a melody.

This is for you,
dear mother so dear,
With all our love,
we hold you near.
In every beat,
in every rhyme,
You’ve been our joy,
through all of time.

🎶

In the heart of the savannah, a star shines bright,
Babangida Sabiu Abdullahi, a striking dash of light.
Today we gather, voices raised in cheer,
To celebrate you,  
our family so dear, our friends no fear.
From dawn’s first light to the setting sun,
Your journey of life has only just begun.
With wisdom, kindness, and dreams so high,
You inspire us all to reach for the sky.
May your heart be filled with joy and grace,
As you step into this new year’s embrace.
With each step you take, may blessings unfold,
A story of winning, a tale to be told.
So here’s to you, on this day so grand,
With love and laughter from every hand.
Happy Birthday, Babangida, may you always find,
The joys of life, with peace of mind.

The wildfires rage,
a fierce,
untamed blaze.
In Los Angeles,
where the skies are ablaze.
A city in turmoil,
engulfed by the flame,
A reminder of prophecies,
a world not the same.

Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, foretold,
Of signs and warnings,
in scriptures of old.
The earth would tremble,
the fires would rise,
A message from above,
seen through human eyes.

The flames consume,
leaving ashes and dust,
A call to reflect,
in faith we must trust.
For in these trials,
a lesson we find,
A reminder of the divine,
to humble mankind.

Through the smoke and the heat,
a truth does appear,
A prophecy fulfilled,
a sign to revere.
In the heart of the fire,
a message so clear,
To heed the warnings,
and hold faith dear.

In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world feels heavy,
and the stars shine bright,
Remember, dear soul,
you are not alone,
In this journey of life,
you have grown.

Your strength is a light,
a guiding light,
Through the darkest storms,
you continue to fight.
With each heartbeat,
a promise anew,
That survival is possible,
and dreams come true.

The road may be tough,
the path unclear,
But within you lies courage,
stronger than fear.
With every sunrise,
a chance to heal,
To embrace the love and the hope you feel.

So hold on tight,
to the whispers of grace,
In the dance of life,
find your own pace.
For you are a warrior,
brave and true,
And the world is brighter because of you.