IRIS

He wants her to be beautiful and dutiful. A lady of high class and caliber. Her dimples will be cute and her face without a pimple. She will be smart and intelligent. He wants her to be reserved and religious. She will be for him alone and he will be jealous by all. She wants him to be tall and handsome. Have six packs and beardful, He will be rich and owns a mansion. She wants him to be knowledgeable and an Islamic scholar. He will be hers and she will be jealous by all. Singles are not perfect but they look for perfection. Truly, their fantasies has taken them to the world beyond. In their world of ignorance they hope for a union. To get the righteous, there need for self improvement. Strive to seek knowledge to survive for ahead is a life full of rose and thorns.

She is dutiful and devoted. She is a woman of exquisite character. She is intelligent and smart. She is of beauty and knowledge. She's the custodian of the home. Devoted she is to her Lord, Faithful she is to her husband, Caring she is to her children, Humble she is to her family, A friendly neighbour to have. Have you ever seen someone better than her? Marvelously overflowing with love and care. Filling your life with light and smiles. Her words bring nothing but comfort and warmth. She's but a jewel in the palace. Ready to sacrifice for others with all her might. Tending to the needs of the old and young. She is not meant to be treated like something waste. Her worth is known to those who have her. She is the queen of the house, Rabbiatul Bait.

In a world filled with love and hatred, Some spend their lives with hope, trying to cope. Other people live their lives with carelessness and in sweetness. Time changing constantly like the day and night. In time and future hides the secrets of the unknown. The ungrateful rich man spend and waste away. Bread leftovers use to clean their hands Food meant for the refugees were fed to their obeying pets. Lavishly wasting away money without any thoughts. Parties and asset competitions is their main game. They have forgotten what tomorrow may bring. The middle man run day and night to make ends meet. With little time he has he spends with family and friends. To make a living he'll work around the clock. With pity and conscious about the state he gives to the poor. In his mind is nothing but hope for a better future. You wake up every day in your house and still complain, Think about those who do not have a home to call theirs, You always have food on your table

At a time during during the year, On the plain of Imolisa Village, Knowledge seeker converge to a meeting point. They left their comfort zones in search of truth. Retreating from the season and festivity. Away from the activities of those that are lost. Under the moonlight sit the grateful souls. Readily prepared for another delivery of wisdom messages. Their bodies left to the cold touch of the night. There is little complains and outcry. But they wish for nothing than to elevated their Iman. The sounds of microphone and speakers fill the air. Words of wisdom and comfort flows across. Voices of the seekers can be heard from afar. Caution and warning comes from different sides. All these echo and feed the night in full.  *Under the moonlight at IVC* we are, Where knowledge is shared and misconceptions are cleared. News were read and greetings was sent. Plates makes noise as dinner was served. In the end, the souls are enriched and Imaan increase.

The season has changed and the air is frigid. Temptation is all around like winter fog. It draws attention of the innocent singles. They want to give in but dare not mingle, As they know if it is not Halal they'll end up entangled. In this era of moral decadence, A street full of clothes yet naked people is the trend. Many eyesore images and videos all over the internet. Write-ups and articles that will make you want to puke. All trying to enchant the impeccant singles. Singles be brave and beware of that which tempts. Avoid the company of the pretending friends. Move away from gatherings that calls you to dirt. Close your eyes and heart to false bonds that is not real. And be wary of anything that wants you to slack. Brothers, do not be swayed by anything in skirt. Beware of the one that looks at you and seem lost. Not every man that jokes and has good looks and hair is kind. So, sisters be careful as he might just be playing nice. Singles keep friends but be at alert. Find streng

I remember everything like it was yesterday, Your arrival was like a clear sky after a dark storm, A new sunrise that brought hope and faith, You brought a smile to the cold face of mine, And with your charms, you enchanted me. But this day you have brought nothing but grieve, A friend that promised to be there is nowhere near, I have been swayed away by your empty promises, You left me with nothing but regret, Had I know, I would have looked somewhere else.

The mind of many souls are restless, All efforts to cheer them are fruitless, How can we be so careless? We shouldn't have been so clueless, Many suffer in silence, Their sorrow seems endless, Their heart full of darkness, They have become helpless. It's time to change this illness, The act of being careless and clueless, Let's help those who have become hopeless, Depression is real don't be useless.

I know Asake, She is the beaded waist lady, The maiden that adore her head with suku, Her face glows radiantly like the morning sun, Her melodious voice attracts many suitors, The only Omo pupa like palm kernel in our village, She has dancing steps like Sekere, She is indeed a beauty to behold, A good and respectful daughter of her father. I know Asake, She is the one who wears the golden bracelet, Her moonlight stories are the treasures of the kids, The only Amazon woman of her time, She prepares foods of great tastes and aroma, Her gracious dancing steps caught the eyes of all, The King shakes his Irukere for Asake, Our maiden was bethroned to Omo Oba, If I come again, I want to be a prince, I want the next Asake to be my wife.