Ibrahim Lawal Soro
Biography of Ibrahim Lawal Soro
Ibrahim Lawal Soro, was born on 25 January,1988.
He attended Central Primary School Soro (1996-2001) .
A.D. Rufa'i College For Legal And Islamic Studies Misau, Bauchi State, where he obtained his Grade II Certificate (2006) , and then, Diploma In Shari'ah And Civil Law .
He is now pursuing his studies in faculty of Shari'ah and Common Law at the al-Azhar University, Cairo, Egypt.
He is a [veteran] writer, author, poet, teacher, translator, publisher, and administrator.
He is the founder and director of Darul-Hadeeth Academy (2012) and Fadl ar-Rahmaan School for Qur’anic Memorization (2013) .
He is now working on his new publishing companies: TheNilepublisherS® and al-Azb For Publishing and Distributing®
He is a devoted Salafy, and the father of Ummu Atiyyah Assalafiyyah.
1- The Visitor (Unpublished, April 2011)
2- Count With Me (A collection of simple and inspirational poems, composed for his students,2012)
3- The Soroin Verse
[It is a new form Of Poetry he created, with a fourteen syllables in a three lines,2013]
4- Collection Of The Nile's Poet (2013) .
5-Sujjadar Rabkanuwa (2014) .
6- Safiyyah Da Salafawa A Ma’aunin Shari’ah (2014) .
7-Littafin Ilmi (2014) .
8- Mas’alolin Jahiliyyah (2014) .
9- Kalmar Tsarkakewa (2014) .
10- Hukunci Da Kaddara (2015) .
11- And Others:
1- Has more than 500 poems in his poetry forum: About the Poet and Poetry [ATPAP].
2- Has more 800 Hausa and Arabic Short Poems mostly on piece of papers, in the books he read, and his notepad.
1- Who Is A Man (A Rejoinder To Charles Darwin And His Symphathizers,2009)
2- R. Jean Jacques's Ideologies On Noble Savage And Today's Advancement (2009)
3- Western Pens On Islamic Faith (2007)
4- Footnote On The ‘Annotated Translation Of Sheikh Uthman Bn Fudi's Work On Women Education’ By Prof. Yahya I. Yero mcfe (2011) .
5- On Marxism and Leninism (2013) .
Ibrahim Lawal Soro's Works:
1- Colletion of poems in depense of Dr. Yahya I. Yero (2010)
2-The Visitor of Courage (ANTHOLOGY OF POEM 2012)
3- About The Poet And Poetry (poems on His facebook account) .
4- Waiwaye....? (Is the Anthology of Hausa Poems 2011) .
Ibrahim Lawal Soro Poems
I thought you got the key, Come now though,
On The Street
To a city of hospitable men, In a bus i was with my bag of smiles Meant to display it for those trees i was passing like the days on my neck and shoulder, Before my chest was my heart thinking the happiness of childish books i burnt,
A Love That Become A Spy
A love that uplifted my mind to sky A love which has no match like to fly
She Is Mine
Am so fine want to eat pine climb With vine it is mine
am writing this poem when the class i entered is dark the lesson makes it like a moon the pen i wrote with is mighter than the sword
Beside A Stork Legged Thread
It battering was a humble And ruffian badge Beside a stork legged i sat. Twice i parked for the first and
This Is My Way
Trees were lining up like stones running like squirrel Digging roots out
A Poem For A Hospitable Friend
a strange was a prestigious bird on a noble nest i passed twice a forest thereupon the sun on run
H onest in wording like bird of jove in hospitality is cloud A nd gorgeous steps makes advices right
Poem Without Poet
Beside me was she Trying to poem our love Which is dove Forwarding a thousand smiles to front
How Many Trees I Passed!
countless, they are suggesting and questioning; 'where are you heading' by then i replied with a noiseless voice affirming; 'To the federal capital territory with my bandaged smile to my meal flowing like this air from this fan on my humble head. ' countless, with their noxios stick pointing us we passers by
Pain On Mind
Two Horns In This Week Flattered My Mind With Pains And A Pen Flowing Its Ink Just Now And Then. Main And kind Is Not Lime Fuses Of This Poem Is With Time
How Many Trees I Passed!
countless, they are suggesting and questioning;
'where are you heading' by then i replied with a noiseless voice affirming; 'To the federal capital territory with my bandaged smile to my meal flowing like this air from this fan on my humble head. '
countless, with their noxios stick pointing us we passers by
with their ignorant cane that know not mercy and
ignores leniency like me on innovators.
countless, with their flocks on the street powering the engine
beating the clutch w