Embracing The Message Of Understanding By Hannatu Musawa

Hannatu Musawa
Hannatu Musawa

As Iliyasu Adamu woke up to the news that the first sliver of the new moon had been sighted the night before, he felt a sense of optimism that he had not felt in a very long time. There was no doubt in his mind that this Eid ul-Fitr would be like no other. And as he continued to get ready to celebrate the end of the month-long fast of Ramadan with communal prayers in his Mosque and various festivities with his family, his mind was focused on the one duty that he was determined to fulfill by the end of the day…!

Burgundy was Iliyasu’s favourite colour; he had always wanted to wear a burgundy Sallah outfit. But it was not a colour that was traditionally used to sew Baban Riga with; men usually wore neutral, plain or pastel coloured Baban Rigas. It had always been a mystery to Iliyasu why his community frowned at the thought of men sewing colourful traditional attire. After all, it seemed to be alright for men to wear bold coloured shirts and jackets in Western attire and women were widely accepted and encouraged to wear colourful traditional clothes.

About four years ago, on a trip to the market to buy scandals for his two children, Iliyasu’s eye caught sight of the most beautifully burgundy coloured material he had ever seen. Instantly, it was love at first sight for Iliyasu and the burgundy material. So deep and instant was that love that Iliyasu refused to let any thought that he would never have the courage or opportunity to and wear this special material dissuade him from purchasing it. As soon as he left the market with his scandals and material in his undersized black polythene bag, Iliyasu went straight to his tailor with the instruction for the tailor to sew a special Baban Riga with the most artistic yellow embroidery. And what a job the tailor did because two weeks later when Iliyasu went to pick up his garment, the contrast of the intricately woven yellow embroidery against the burgundy almost took his breath away. Rushing home, he laid the treasure on his bed, tilted his head and took some time to marvel at the beauty; then he carefully hung it in his closet.

Since picking up the finished garment from the tailor all those years ago, Iliyasu had brought it home and put it at the back of his cupboard where it did nothing but collect dust. He had never had the courage to wear it in public. That was until this Sallah when Iliyasu bought the burgundy masterpiece out, dusted it off and asked the washer man to wash it with extra strong starch and to iron it very straight.

As Iliyasu put on his work of genius and struggled to move in the over-starched burgundy regalia, he felt a sense of pride and contentment to be wearing a garment that reflected the optimism and brightness that he felt within himself. This was a special Eid; in fact, the most special Iliyasu would ever mark and as he and his outfit jerky and stiffly proceed to the Mosque for the Eid prayer to thank Allah for the help and strength given to him throughout the previous month, his mind went to the other important task he had promised himself he would fulfill today…!

Ramadan, the month on the Islamic lunar calendar during which Muslims abstain from food, drink and other sensual pleasures from break of dawn to sunset, was usually a spiritually fulfilling but difficult period for Iliyasu. While he was satisfied with the inner peace he felt when he prayed and beseeched God for forgiveness and mercy during Ramadan, the abstention from food was really a great challenge for a ‘tuwo’ and ‘fura’ loving Iliyasu. He loved food almost more than anything else in his life and the humungous size of Iliyasu’s stomach exposed his secret habit of stuffing 6 servings of tuwo and 10 cups of fura in one meal. Usually Eid was a period that Iliyasu used to gormandize to make up for lost food during the month of Ramadan. This Eid would be no different.

In the past Iliyasu had dedicated his prayers during Ramadan to seeking God’s intervention in the welfare of himself and his immediate family, but this year was a little different for him. Due to certain events Iliyasu had experienced within the last 18 months, this year he went into his Ramadan prayer first of all to be in complete devotion to Allah but secondly he went into his worship with a different need and desire from previous years. For Iliyasu, this Ramadan was not just an abstention from food and drink, neither was it about praying for the welfare of his family. Rather, it was an exercise in patience, understanding and discipline; an exercise in which he needed to search his soul and learn what the true message of Ramadan represents in his life.

Iliyasu lived a relatively satisfactory life. He had a patient and accommodating wife who devoted herself to their family, two children who were obedient and respectful and a job where he earned enough to comfortably support his family. He was somewhat an eccentric character and had never been a particularly sociable person. Often people referred to him as awkward. But even with that awkwardness, Iliyasu had mostly kept himself out of other people’s business, preferring to go to the river bank and watch the flow of the water in his spare time. He would do that for hours and every day after leaving work, he would go to a river bank that was not too far from his workplace to sit alone amidst the tranquillity and watch the water flow. But there was an inner feeling that Iliyasu nursed which, up until 18 months ago, he never let anyone know. Iliyasu had an innate and vicious hatred for anyone that practiced a religion that was not Islam!
By the time Iliyasu realised that he nursed these deep feelings, he had tried to dismiss them because he worked with non-Muslims in his office. But over time, from one sectarian skirmish to another in his state, that hatred had grown into a severe loathing. From Iliyasu’s point of view, Muslims in his community were constantly accused, persecuted and targeted. The situation, in his mind, became worse because every time there was a sectarian and religious conflict, the media immediately put out a report saying that it was the Muslim community which had launched the attack. This angered Iliyasu because he didn’t see the actions of the Muslims as an unprovoked attack but as retaliation for an earlier attack or injustice that was done to the Muslim community. All Iliyasu wanted to see was the end of non-Muslims in his community; he had a thirst and desire for this.
For over 8 years, Iliyasu had lived with his family in the same house. He loved where he lived because it had all the amenities that his family needed and it had a small garden in the back where Iliyasu grew carrots. But the one negative of living in the house for Iliyasu, was living next to his neighbour, Cletus.

Cletus Samson and his family had moved into the house next-door approximately 5 months after Iliyasu. In the 7 and half years that they were neighbours, the two men had barely spoken to each other. There seemed to be silent understanding of hatred between a Born-Again Christian Cletus and a devoutly Islamic Iliyasu. Each looked at the other with suspicion and contempt. Each believed they were defending, protecting, representing and doing right by their religion. Their wives were not allowed to speak to one another and their children, who happened to be the same age, were not allowed to play together. Often, the two grown men would do little things around their compounds such as throw dirt towards one another’s house to anger the other or block each other’s cars in the main driveway.

Although there was a lot of contempt between the two men, it was not until the campaigns and elections of 2011 that it came to a head. With each sticking posters of their chosen candidates on their verandas, the men found themselves, for the first time, arguing about which poster took precedence on the communal wall that linked their houses. When the election was concluded and Cletus’ candidate was declared winner, Iliyasu became enraged. Feeling cheated and incensed Iliyasu’s hatred for Cletus and every Non-Muslim grew; he prayed for a way to punish Cletus and every Non-Muslim in his community. He became more vocal about his feelings and the two men regularly cursed and swore at each other whenever they saw each other in the compound.

When extremist forces started attacking churches in his state, Iliyasu was over the moon that someone had finally decided to take action against the people that were well and truly his enemies. Iliyasu even briefly considered searching for these extremist forces and offering his service in their ‘fight for freedom’. ‘But-for’ the fact Iliyasu loved his wife, his children, his food, his water flow, his burgundy outfit; ‘But-for’ the fact he loved life; he might just have done it. With every Church bombing, Iliyasu would celebrate, but with every bombing where Muslims were killed, Iliyasu would lament.

One dark and gloomy Sunday, as Iliyasu was coming home from the river bank, he was met by his wife who informed him that there had been a bombing in the Church that Cletus and his family attended and Cletus’s youngest son had been killed in the blast. Iliyasu had mixed emotions because, as a father, he couldn’t imagine the pain of losing one of his own children in that manner. But then he felt somewhat triumphant because this was the ultimate punishment for a man who, not only detested Islam but hated Iliyasu’s family as well. Iliyasu was positive Cletus would have felt the same if something had happened to Iliyasu’s own family. So, he decided not to say anything to Cletus, ignore him and to continue on his business as if nothing had happened.

However, Iliyasu was only human and even though he tried to push the cocktail of emotions he felt back, since the death of Cletus’ son, Iliyasu felt quite uneasy. He couldn’t sleep, he had no desire to visit the river bank and he couldn’t enjoy his ‘tuwo’, even with extra pepper added to it.

This feeling became worse one morning when Iliyasu saw the face of a grieving, drained and dejected Cletus outside. Cletus looked by every definition a broken man. Feeling a strange and unwelcome empathy towards his neighbour, Iliyasu had to stop himself from going to hold Cletus. From that day on, Iliyasu constantly thought and dreamt of Cletus and the broken look on the man’s face. Confused and irritated with his feelings, Iliyasu decided to use the Holy period to pray on the matter.

As this year’s Ramadan came, Iliyasu moved to the Mosque to be in complete devotion to Allah and pray to God for an understanding in patience, discipline, kindness and the message of Ramadan. He wanted to know and be enlightened as to the right and correct thing for him to do as a devout Muslim. By the end of Ramadan and his devotion to prayer, there was no doubt that Iliyasu had well and truly been touched by the essence of the Holy month and was satisfied in his heart that all his queries had been answered.

Now he understood that the lessons of Ramadan were not just about self-discipline but about a personal growth to becoming better in every aspect of a person’s life. He learnt that Ramadan teaches us to be more understanding of the needs of others, to be more compassionate, to be more sincere and to have a feeling of brotherhood towards everyone. He learnt that, as humans, we cannot divest ourselves from the misery of others despite their beliefs; that we cannot shrug it off saying that it does not concern us because to do this would be an injustice to humanity. He realised that it was not his duty to judge others and that everybody has a right to practice a religion of their choice; the ultimate judge is God. He learnt that all of humanity is the family of God and the most beloved to God is the one who is of most benefit to his children. He read of the Holy Prophet’s (SAW) teachings to treat the people of the Book, the Jews and the Christians, with respect and tolerance. He came across scriptures which stated that The Prophet’s (SAW) first acts after his emigration to Medina was to establish an agreement with the Jews which would ensure them full protection, respect their beliefs and give them equal rights. In Medina, many of The Prophet’s (SAW) neighbours were Jewish and He would regularly visit them, give charity to those who were needy and exchange gifts with them. One day, The Prophet (SAW) was with some Muslims when a funeral procession passed them by. He stood up out of respect. His companions were surprised and informed Him that it was a funeral of a Jew. He replied, “Was this not a human soul?’ demonstrating his solidarity and sorrow for this loss to the Jewish family.

Iliyasu learnt that it is these practices together with the pillars that have an impact on the quality of our lives and death on earth and the hereafter. He wished that every other extremist under the misguided belief that they were promoting the cause of Islam by hurting those who share a different belief to them would be touched by the message of understanding in the way he has and embrace a peaceful co-existence with all in the way The Prophet (SAW) did. With that realisation, he knew what he had to do in order to become a better Muslim. Iliyasu decided not to hate anymore and not to be ignorant in his duty as a human being and as a Muslim. He decided that, by the end of the day, he would go Cletus’ house, apologise to him, console him, offer his hand in neighbourly friendship to him and invite him over for the Eid Buffet Iliyasu’s family was having that afternoon. It would hopefully be a new beginning for them; a beginning where they would respect each other, support each other in grief and look out for each other’s welfare as neighbours; one where they would provide an example of peaceful co-existence for the rest of the community. That was the duty he was determined to fulfil by the end of the day.

Oblivious of the giggles and public stares of astonishment that followed his every move, Iliyasu adjusted his burgundy Baban Riga. Rustling and scrunching as he wobbled with his stomach ahead of him, he proceeded towards Cletus’ front door. Reaching his destination, Iliyasu smoothed his shocking garment over a stomach that was getting ready to be well and truly satisfied. He then rang the bell. As a shocked Cletus opened the door to this huge burgundy and yellow eyesore, he froze in disbelief. Not knowing whether to laugh out hysterically or yell at the monstrosity before him, Cletus’ eyes fell on Iliyasus left hand which held a bag that had a number of items wrapped in burgundy paper. Iliyasu outstretched his right hand gently towards Cletus in a gesture of friendship. A confused Cletus lifted his head to say something but quickly stopped when he saw the smile and look on his neighbors’ face. In that moment, no words were necessary; both men had a complete mutual understanding of the conversation in their unspoken words. Instantly reading the regret, empathy, alliance and understanding on Iliyasu’s face, Cletus smiled back, nodded his head and stood aside to invite his neighbor into his house.

This Ramadan, as new friends Iliyasu and Cletus sit down to celebrate Sallah as neighbors, while looking forward to a future of mutual understanding and respect, one hopes that Nigerians all over, despite their beliefs and identities, will stop the ignorant rants and hate, embrace the spirit of brotherhood, understanding and neighborliness.

As we anticipate the sighting of the first sliver of the new moon this weekend to mark the end of Ramadan and the beginning of the Eid ul-Fitr celebrations, here’s hoping that we can all embrace a spirit of compassion, respect, charity, forgiveness, understanding and peaceful coexistence much in the way Cletus Samson and a burgundy Iliyasu Adamu did. I wish everyone celebrating Sallah, Eid Mubarak!
Written By Hannatu Musawa

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Son of a gun, this is so helupfl!

Eye exercises as prescribed

Eye exercises as prescribed with the Bates Technique appear to assist, but I've often been too lazy to maintain them up. I reckon if I did them every single day for some time, then my vision would enhance. I surely never just like the idea of eye surgery.. In reality, any surgery looks to me for being a tad out of buy. Typically your body will mend itself once you get rid of the supply of the challenge, that is either diet or some sort of parasite. I've even listened to that cleaning the bowel and intestines might help eyesight, due to the fact when they turn into badly coated with old products, which happens to everybody to some extent, then there exists no way for the physique to get rid of toxins, and ultimately it begins to deposit toxic compounds inside the nerves on the eye. eye exercises

shunning kawai ki ci gaba.


Preaching to the converted!

Hannatu, you are delivering your "Message of Understanding" between the North and the South to the already converted. The experience you narrated between Iliyasu Adamu and Cletus is not imaginary; it is real because it is happening where the North and the South meet. I will strongly recommend that you do a "transliteration" of the crusade carried in your writings on this matter into Hausa and Fulfulde so that those who possess the language tongues and habits can learn from them and gradually develop the attitude of mind for reconciliation and co-existence of the various Nation Groups in Nigeria. This is a task that Hannatu must embark upon to be relevant!

Keep it up Hannatu, But I think it is too long.

A great write up. Keep it up. But I think you can make it shorter.

The Satanic Verses

Born Ahmed Salman Rushdie to an Indian Muslim family in Bombay (now Mumbai) on 19 June 1947. Being highly intellectual and also a Muslim he was convinced that surely Qu'ran is truly Satanic verses.

Muslim is false religion-The Satanic Verses

Islamic religion is a false religion raised by the devil 750 AD ie 750 years after the dead and resurrection of Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. The Muslim goes about saying they belief in Jesus Christ. Now if this is true why do they call Christians infidel ie unbelievers and continue to kill them. As we speak 24 Christian had been sentence to death in Afghanistan just because they are Christian. Their head will be cut off by the sword soon, please pray for them. The Satanic Verses is Salman Rushdie's book, published in 1988.This book narrate the life of Prophet Muhammad. Quranic verses allow intercessory prayers to be made to three Pagan satanic Mecca goddesses: Allāt, Uzza, and Manāt. This is the fact of the matter. By their fruits we shall know them.

@malam Esu Devil, your chosen alias is your curse

You have already cursed yourself because of your alias. Shaitan is the accursed one rejected by God.

Your hatred of Islam will be your downfall.

Ask your pastors, the wise ones know that Islam is the way and they all consult our scholars in private.

Very well done! You cannot

Very well done! You cannot but admire Hannatu's motives in writing this piece. Every so-called Nigerian, Christian and Muslim, should read this.


I and a friend were discussing the misunderstandings and messages of hate dominating Nigerian muslims & christians sphere of coexistence, when he told me how he(v. Intelligently) challenged some christian colleagues at office: '' I asked them, have you ever seen a picture of Jesus without a beard? Or, have you ever seen that of Mary without the veil?'' And, this was an overwhelming response for those christians criticising muslim's veil & beard.
God Is One. His message and messengers are one. Mankind are one. The devil is also one! The challenge before each one of us is clearing away 'all the bush' in order to keep this unity in view.

Good write up

Keep writting things that will promote peace and harmony in Nigeria. Do not be detered by those who peddle hate and acrimony. Efforts from good people like you is what has kept this country going in spite of the several challenges we are facing as a people. Thank you very much.

Happy Sallah.

Hannatu, Happy Eid el-fitri and may the demons from within be expunged from those who will do harm to others. Ameen.

Islam Revealed

Beautiful expose of what Islam is all about and what it ought to be. Ilyasu morbid hatred of people of other faith especially Christians,love for violent whether overt or inate, little knowledge of the meaning of life, intolerance, ackwardness and other vices are the attribute of most of us moslems. Most of us do dream that Islam is could be otherwise. It is only a dream but just earnestly wish otherwise. This article apart from the unrealistic ending is a true essence of our religion belief in the Northern part of Nigeria.

Islam and Reconciliation indeed

Nothing short of polemics. Why did your man Ilyasu develop the hatred and intolerance in the first place.Answer- cos of the Mohammedan principles. Come down from your high horse and be real for once. Anyway fiction is what the faith is all about.

Good job.

Good write up.Keep being unbias and you'd go places.


I think that the commentator Ibro said it best when he said that the problem is 'not you as person,its what you represent; an intelligent, out spoken, well educated, religious and dedicated Hausa Fulani sister. These goons will prefer an opposite narrative and that is why they are going green with envy.'
There is no doubt to every right thinking person that is the reason why some are going off at u.
They want to say all Hausas are illiterate sub human creatures but here is a beautiful Hausa, Muslim woman who is better in every respect than any Southern woman SR has ever presented. Pls Hannatu keep doing you if only to put these bigots in their place. Kill them with kindness & intelligence so their jealousy can finish them off. Very, very proud of u my sister


Well, first n famous, praise n thnx to almighty God, secndly, Ms Hannatu u really have made it and to those of u critics, ur nt the beginners so its high time we become Nigerians, not hausas, igbos or yorubas.


Your ignorance knows no bounds. How was it Buhari who killed after the elections?
This article has a lot to teach haters like you who hate others because of tribal or religious group.
Well, I suggest you seek psychiatric help before your hatred makes you commit an offence.


Unfortunately, majority of those addressed to in the write up are not literate enough to read it. But honestly this is a good tolerance article.

We can now see why nigeria

We can now see why nigeria cannot move forward or backward. I hear some say its one of the most beautiful articles because its coming from buhari and his daughter. Its usual but they should realise that the head scarf is an insult to the secularity of Nigeria-when boko haram murders people we dont hear the Moslems talk. Instead they pay writers and plant the picture of whores like this one for us to read and llok at their blood stained photoshop. She is buhari daughter-where was she when over 1,000 nigerians were killed by her father during the post election riots.


This is one of the most beautiful write ups I
have read.
Very thought provoking and I pray that such transformation (Iliyasu's) will come into our lives and we will learn to love and tolerate each other in our country.
Keep it up!

haters will always be haters

Sister Hannatu, I know by now you realized that these educated illiterates from the south will continue in their hate no matter how hard your write up tries to appeal to them.the problem is not you as person,its what you represent.an intelligent, out spoken,well educated, religious and dedicated Hausa Fulani sister.These goons will prefer an opposite narrative and that is why they are going green with envy.therefore I wish to implore you to keep writing from your heart and good conscience.And also you should know that thousands of us are out their that do not post comments but we always read and appreciate you as a person and your column.

Alot Of Ignorance & Illiteracy

This Chicagoan that says 'This does not belong here' and some of the other Anonomous commentators are really comming across as ignorant and illiterate. There is no way one will read what this woman wrote and the message she conveyed then say that it doesnt belong here or that she wrote rubbish. I must say this woman is actually the best writer I have seen on this site. Not only is she articulate and brilliant, she always has a constructive and positive message. And she does it with creativity. Since I started reading her articles on Sahara reporters, I have seen her use different styles to send a message. She is brilliant, she is versatile and she's a breath of fresh air.
Nigerians need to praise her and support her. I am a big fan. Wel done Hannatu

photoshop hannatu

Hannatu, we say again NO BUT NO THANKS! No matter how long and colourful your love letters are we will not be fooled. See what is now happening to the gumi donkey your mentor, you had better shut up before getting on boko's list, that's if you are not already on it. No one loves the holy north,no one will,no one wants to. The bully in the schoolyard is now sulking that no one wants to play ball. Again schraaaaaap!

Whoever is sponsoring this

Whoever is sponsoring this monster to market the ideas that the fulani North represents here has failed. After all these killings by boko haram-government is negotiating how much to pay them boko haram via dasuki? They are still bombing and killing christians in the north and somebody is here telling us we should understand oursleves because they want buhari to be president? Think Nigeria are born fools-so who is going to account for all the dead people in the north? You mean they died for nothing?

This does not belong here.

I started reading this article, thinking it will lead me somewhere but it did not. Pardon me if I'm rude but, this kind of article does not belong here.

ignorance is your fiercest enemy

How can u judge the author by just two lines from the introduction???? The first paragraph goes to explaining iliyasu's misguided belief while the rest of the article goes directly opposite, stressing the need for coperation, respect and brotherhood between people from different religion and dats what hannatu is asking us all to embrace....but all you can see is two lines, and u have the guts to call this  I dare u to come up with 1 good pharagraph...I swear u can't. 

This is real nonsense

This is real nonsense

Bunch of nonsense.

Bunch of nonsense.

Thank you for this wonderful

Thank you for this wonderful peace. it is a truly inspired piece. May Allah continue to bless you with these rich words. Thank you.

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