Whispers to My Cells - Duniya Ba Ta Kare Ba

 God I’m like a tiny insect looking down at the narrow pile of mud in front of me trying to make sense of the piles of tiny stones that seem like mountains surrounding me in the valley of my life. 

Cire mini nauyin da ke daukan hakalina a cikin daren Allah mai hanna ni barci ga dogon tunani. 

I give myself on assignment today. Say nothing especially when the urge to speak over whelms you say nothing and if you must say something say it quietly internally to your cells. 

Duniya bâta kareba akwai sauran rayuwa ko wani taimakon da na ba kaina da bata bani abunda nake nema bai baiciba  in ban gaji 

When the world grows loud and heavy, I choose silence.

I choose to speak only to the parts of me still listening.

Because despite everything —

Duniya ba ta kare ba.

God, I feel like a tiny insect,

peering down at a narrow pile of mud beneath me,

trying to make sense of the stones around me —

so small, yet they rise like mountains

in the valley of my life.

Cire mini nauyin da ke ɗauke da hankalina

a cikin darenka — Ya Allah,

wanda ke hana ni barci

saboda dogon tunani.

Today, I give myself one assignment:

Say nothing.

Especially when the urge to speak overwhelms you — say nothing.

And if you must say something,

say it softly.

Internally.

To your cells.

Duniya ba ta kare ba.

Akwai sauran rayuwa.

Ko da wani taimako da na ba kaina

bai bani abinda nake nema ba —

idan har ban gaji ba,

ina da damar ci gaba.