Abdulmalik Muhammad Auwal

A classroom built to scale, abandoned in silence, where geometry became a prayer and no one came to answer. Seven desks, seven open books, one empty chalkboard — a constellation of stillness waiting for a lesson that never started. The chairs are tucked in, obedient, as if the students might still return. Chalk forgot how to speak. The wood grew darker, drinking every sound until the air went thin. A stage without actors. A promise without a beginning.