Gargadin ‘Yar Uwa: Wasiƙa da Aka Manta, Makoma da Aka Sauya/The Nun’s Warning: A Letter Lost in Time, A Future Rewritten

Jinin Sarauniya da Sabbin Masu Mulki

Wani wasiƙa daga wata 'yar uwa da aka kora, zuwa ga waɗanda suka rage.

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Saƙon ya iso da rana.

"Aika abubuwa biyar da ka yi yau, ko ka rasa aikinka."

Ba gaisuwa. Ba bayani. Kawai umarni mai sanyi, daga D.O.G.E. Initiative—Sashen Inganta Gwamnati.

Sun ce yana da alaƙa da rage ɓarna, da ƙara inganci, da taka tsantsan wajen amfani da kuɗi.

Matar ajiye littattafai ta kalli saƙon, sannan ta kalli ɗakunan da suka cika da littattafai, takardu, tarihin da aka adana. Duk waɗannan shekarun da ta yi tana kiyaye ilimi, tanadar da tarihi, kula da labarai.

Yanzu, kamar dai ba ta da amfani.

Ta sake duba saƙon.

Abubuwa biyar.

Ta ɗauki wani tsohon akwati daga shiryayye, kamar bazata, ta zuƙulo wata wasiƙa daga cikinsa. Takardar ta yi rawaya, inkinta ya dan shuɗe, amma kalmomin sun cika da ƙwarin gwiwa.

Ta fara karantawa:

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Wasiƙa daga Wata 'Yar Uwa da Aka Kora

Sun fara da ita.

Katrina ta Aragon, wacce aka fi so, wacce ba za a iya taɓawa ba—amma aka watsar da ita domin ba ta haifa wa sarki ɗa ba. Aka kore ta, aka kwace matsayinta, aka bar ta cikin kadaici, yayin da Henry ke sake tsara mulkinsa domin burinsa.

Sa’an nan sai Anne Boleyn, mai azanci, mai ƙarfin hali, wacce ta rinjayi tunaninsa, ta tsara hanyarsa—amma ita ma, ta gaza. Babu ɗa, babu amfani. An saita takobi, an rubuta tuhume-tuhume. Sarki ba ya buƙatar hujja, sai dai wata mace ta maye gurbi.

Aka yanke kanta. Sabuwar mata ta jirta a cikin fādar.

Amma Henry ba shi ne kawai yake mulki ba.
Wanda ke da aikin gaske? Thomas Cromwell.

Mutumin da ke bayan karagar mulki, mabudin iko, mai tsara yadda ake tafiyar da al’amura. Shi ne ya rushe majami’u, ya karɓi dukiyoyinsu, ya raunana ikon cocin—duk da sunan inganta Ingila—duk don mulkin ya zama mai riba, mai sassauƙi, mai biyayya.

Kuma ni—mace mai bautar Allah, mai koyarwa, mai kula da marasa lafiya da matalauta—na zama wata ƙaramar lamba a cikin shirinsa.

"A umarnin Mai Girma, an rushe gidajen sujada."

Menene za mu iya yi? Mu da ba mu da mazaje da za su kare mu, ko 'ya'ya maza da za su tashi tsaye?

Amma, abin da na gani a lokacin yana faruwa a duniyarku.

Ba ku kira shi Cromwell. Kuna kiransa Musk.

Mutumin da ba ya zama a kan karaga, amma yana da iko fiye da wanda ke zaune a kai.
Mutumin da ba ya amfani da wuta da takobi, amma yana amfani da fasaha da kididdiga domin rusa tsohuwar hanya.
Mutumin da yana magana da ilimi amma yana amfani da shi a matsayin makami.

Yanzu sun zo gare ku.

"Aika abubuwa biyar da ka yi yau, ko ka rasa aikinka."
"Inganci shi ne babban abin da ake so."
"Tsoffin tsarin aiki za a kawar da su."

D.O.G.E. Initiative—Sashen Inganta Gwamnati—wata hanya da aka fara da wasa, amma yanzu Musk yana tafiyar da gwamnati kamar yadda Cromwell ya tafiyar da Ingila—tare da tsari, lissafi, da rashin tausayawa ga waɗanda suke kan hanya.

Majalisa ta rasa tasirinta. Shugaban ƙasa ya sa hannu, ya mika iko ga DOGE.

Sarki yana buƙatar ɗa.
Mai aiki yana buƙatar inganci.
Mai mulki yana buƙatar iko.

Sai dai kuma ma'aikata ana sallamarsu, ana rusa su, ana watsar da su, kamar yadda aka yi da mu.
Ba buƙatar wasu manyan ofisoshi, ba buƙatar jinkiri a cikin tsarin gwamnati.

Sarauniya wacce ta yi aiki, ta bayar da shawara, ta yi gwagwarmaya, ta ƙaunaci jama’a an mayar da ita kamar matsala, wata matsala da za a kawar da ita.
Ma’aikacin gwamnati wanda ya yi hidima, ya tsara takardu, ya ba da kariya ga al’umma an rage shi zuwa wata lamba, wani uzuri, wani abu da ba shi da amfani.

Laifin Catherine? Tashin shekaru, tsayawa a kan hanya.
Laifin Anne? Ilimi da yawan magana.
Laifin ma'aikacin gwamnati? Rashin amfani a idanun sabuwar gwamnati.

Henry yana son cikakken iko, sai ya rushe waɗanda ba su yi masa biyayya ba.
Cromwell yana son mulki mai ƙarfi, sai ya ragargaza tsofaffin tsaruka.
Trump yana son masu yi masa biyayya, sai ya canza tarihi.
Musk yana son inganci, sai ya tsara sabuwar gwamnati.

Yanzu, DOGE na da iko fiye da Majalisa.
Majalisa tana ƙoƙarin rama, amma DOGE na bincikensu—"Waɗannan 'yan majalisa suna aiki ne ko a'a?" Musk ya tambaya a cikin bidiyon da ya wallafa a X.

Zaɓe ya bayyana kai tsaye:
"Ya kamata AI ya maye gurbin Majalisa?"
Kashi 78% sun ce eh.

A haka ne, ikon shugabanci ya koma ga fadar gwamnati kacokan.

Na sha ganin irin wannan a baya. Na rayu a ciki. Akwatunan sun canza, kalmomin sun canza, amma tsofaffin dabaru ne ake amfani da su.

A yi shiru. Kada a tayar da hankali.
Kada a tambayi sarki. Kada a tambayi shugaba.
Ayi amfani da kai—har sai lokacin da ba ka da amfani.

Amma ilimi ba ya mutuwa saboda wani sarki, ko wani attajiri, ko wani shugaban ƙasa ya ce haka.

Saboda haka, za mu ci gaba.

Za mu yi magana a lokacin da za mu iya.
Za mu koyar ko da an hana mu.
Za mu tsira.

Saboda za ka iya sa mace ta yi shiru, amma ba za ka iya share abin da ta sani ba.

Ina rubuta wannan domin ku tuna.
Ina rubuta wannan domin tarihi bai ƙare ba.
Ina rubuta wannan domin lokaci zai zo, za su zo gare ku ma.

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The Nun’s Warning and the Librarian’s Reckoning

A letter lost in time, a message delivered too late.

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The email arrived in the afternoon.

"Submit five tasks you completed today or risk termination."

No greeting. No explanation. Just a cold demand, issued under the D.O.G.E. Initiative—The Department of Government Efficiency.

They said it was about streamlining bureaucracy, about cutting waste, about ensuring accountability.

The librarian sat at her desk, staring at the email, then at the shelves around her. Rows and rows of books, documents, records. All these years spent preserving knowledge, cataloging history, safeguarding stories.

And now, it seemed, she too had become inefficient.

She looked at the email again.

Five tasks.

She reached for the nearest archive box, almost at random, slipping a letter from its fragile casing. The paper was yellowed with age, the ink faded, the words written in a hand that trembled, but not from hesitation.

And she read:

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A Letter from the Nun, Cast Out

They came for her first.

Catherine of Aragon, once beloved, once untouchable—cast aside because she could not give the king a son. Sent away, stripped of her title, left to wither while Henry restructured the kingdom to suit himself.

Then came Anne Boleyn, fierce, clever, whispering in his ear, shaping his policies—until she, too, failed him. No son, no use. The knives came out. The charges were written. The king didn’t need a reason, only a replacement.

Her head rolled. His new wife waited in the wings.

But Henry was only the face of the change.

The true architect? Thomas Cromwell.

The mind behind the throne, the master of “efficiency.” It was he who dissolved the monasteries, seized the lands, broke the power of the church, all in the name of progress—all to make England more profitable, more manageable, more obedient.

And I—a woman of God, a teacher, a servant of the sick and the poor—I became another line item in his grand plan.

"By order of His Majesty, the monasteries are dissolved."

And what could we do? We, who had no husbands to shield us, no sons to fight for us.

And yet, I see the same hand at work in your world.

You do not call him Cromwell. You call him Musk.

A man who does not sit on the throne but controls the levers behind it.

A man who tears down the old order, not with fire and steel, but with algorithms and balance sheets.

A man who preaches efficiency while wielding it like a blade.

Now they come for you.

"Submit five things you did today, or lose your job."

"Efficiency is the new priority."

"Outdated systems are being removed."

The D.O.G.E. Initiative—Department of Government Efficiency—a name spoken in jest but wielded in deadly seriousness. Musk’s task force now runs your government the way Cromwell ran England—with precision, with calculation, with total disregard for those in the way.

Congress is bypassed. The president signs an order, handing power to DOGE.

The king needed a son.

The employer needs productivity.

The executive needs control.

And so, the workforce is stripped down, restructured, and cast out, as we were.

No need for redundant departments, no patience for slow processes.

The queen who worked, advised, fought, and loved was reduced to a failure, a problem, a liability.

The government worker who served, processed, handled cases, and stabilized society is reduced to a number, an inefficiency, a line on a spreadsheet.

Catherine’s crime was aging, standing in the way.

Anne’s crime was being too clever, too ambitious.

The federal worker’s crime is being unnecessary in the eyes of the system.

Henry wanted absolute rule, so he destroyed those who opposed him.

Cromwell wanted a stronger, leaner state, so he dismantled its institutions.

Trump wants obedience, so he rewrites the past.

Musk wants efficiency, so he rewrites the system.

Now, DOGE has the power to approve budgets before Congress can vote.

The Senate fights back, but DOGE audits them—"Are these lawmakers even productive?" Musk asks in a livestream.

A live poll appears on X:

"Should AI replace Congress?"

78% say yes.

And just like that, power shifts from the legislative to the executive.

I have seen this before. I have lived it. The robes change, the words change, the tools change, but the game remains the same.

Stay quiet. Don’t make trouble.

Don’t question the king. Don’t question the boss.

Be useful—until you’re not.

But knowledge does not die just because a king, or a billionaire, or a president says so.

So we keep going.

We whisper when we cannot speak.

We teach when they say not to.

We survive.

Because you can silence a woman, but you can’t erase what she knows.

I write this to you as a woman cast out.

I write this to you so you will remember.

I write this to you because, in time, they will come for you, too.

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The librarian let the letter slip from her fingers.

The ink had faded, but the message still burned.

Her computer screen blinked.

The email was still open.

"Submit five things you did today or risk termination."

She clicked the reply button. Her fingers hovered over the keys.

Then, instead of writing her tasks, she copied the nun’s words.

And hit send.