It was a very dark night,and everyone has gone into their houses, except for a few people we saw after several metres doing the usual late night "Tadi" in the front of the ladies house.

The night was so dark and quiet that we could hear the sound of the crickets from their holes as though they were using microphones to make those irritating sounds.

I was in the company of two of my friends, Khamis and Abubakar, after accompanying one of our friends (Ahmad) to his home,which is located just at the exit of Kurmin-Mashi i.e the border between Kurmin-Mashi and Abakwa.

On our way back,just before we reach dahiru road, we had the sight of about 5 hefty and gigantic young agile men suspected to be 'yan daba or 'yan kwace as some people may call them, they wore a very terrible look from afar,and were dressed in white singlet and dark trouser,if not for one of them who was wearing a dark T-Shirt and a three quarter trouser,walking with a very high velocity towards our direction as if they were going to Abakwa for something very urgent.

But as someone who is mature enough and has a sense of reasoning,i shouldn't be thinking of that at that late hour,I should know that people walking in that manner,at that late hour and towards that direction are the 'yan kwace my friends and families used to tell me about,because their description of the 'yan kwace corresponds with what I saw at that moment.

The youngmen kept coming closer and closer until the three of us became even more frustrated and looking for a possible way to runway.

I saw it clearly in the eyes of Khamis and Abubakar that they were overwhelmed with fear and were even more scared than I was.

Just then,Abubakar said,Baba! Mu juya mukoma gidansu Ahmad kawai,don wa'innan fa sai a hankali.

Khamis exclaimed too, gaskiyane Habu, yakamata mu ware! But it was too late to do so since they were already in front of us,just like the closeness between Midfielders and defenders in a football pitch.

But as man,and also someone who is a First aider (HISBAH),and has at least been taught some self-defense skills, I let go of the fear and remembered that I've been taught karate and shouldn't runaway, as it maybe a disgrace to my personality, since two of my untrained friends are witnesses,and may go and cast me to other friends who will mock me later,if we happen to runaway successfully.

I then remembered some of the self-defense skills our Sansey(Boss) taught us during our training and I of course, zeroed my mind,Also,i decided to be firm and defend any attack,But unfortunately, the fear came back again and I thought of the danger of being harmed by these unknown terrorists,I will be killed "Abanza" as the typical Hausa man will say, and there's nobody to help us out at that time or someone who can even narrate the tragedy to my people.

Not sooner than I thought of that,We suddenly heard a very deep and scary voice, "Kutsaya nan dan Ubanku",I became extremely frightened that i began to whisper the Kalimatush shahaadah in my heart because I knew i was in a big trouble,and it may be my final moment.

It was no longer an imagination, these are the 'yan kwace that people do tell me about,no doubt! I heard they do use weapons on people who try to prove adamant, I heard they can even send people to early grave,this is serious ! We can no longer runaway as they may even harm us more if we suffer them before they catch us! What have i got my self into? Why didn't I listen to my mother who always cautions me about going out late,especially towards that Dahiru road/Abakwa direction?Hmmm Ibrahim just start saying your last prayers,I said to myself.

I then began to imagine the reactions of my close friends and familes who will hear about my death,I also imagined myself going away like that without any child who will pray for me after my death,This is serious!

Suddenly,One of the guys,Who happens to be full bearded and looks like an ustaz,if not for his dressing,then brought out a very shiny Knife from the left side of his waist and said authoritatively, " Ku kawo wayoyinku,kokuma in buga muku wannan karfen",in a very violent manner that almost made me disintegrate.

Immediately After this statement of his,I began to hear something that sounds like a call to prayer(Makkah to be precise) from a nearby place,but I couldn't figure out where it was coming from,or "is it Allah who has promised to answer the prayer of the distressed that has brought someone who will help us out of this mess"? I said to myself.

The sound became more and more audible than it was a few seconds before, and it began to even disturb my ear due to it's amplification,And that was how that sound woke me up from my sleep,and i quietly stopped the phone Alarm which was signifying that it was time for fajr prayer.

And that was how Allah saved us from that perilous Attack.

Always pray before you sleep, No hard feelings.

Thanks for reading

Comr Ibrahim Suleiman Ibrahim