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<p>The news of the passing of Haruna Dauda Biu has left a void in our hearts, one that words can scarcely fill. Haruna was more than just a broadcast journalist—he was a man of profound integrity, a compassionate friend, and a dedicated professional who gave his best to the craft he loved.</p>
<p>Our last conversation, just ten days ago on May 9, 2025, remains vivid in my memory. What started as a simple inquiry about his health and family turned into a heartbreaking moment as he broke down in tears. It was devastating to witness his pain, yet I reassured him and prayed that Almighty Allah would see his suffering as an act of Ibadah and reward him accordingly.</p>
<p>A few minutes after my conversation with Haruna, I called the widow of our late colleague, Malam Isa Umar Gusau. To my utter shock, she revealed that Haruna, despite his failing health, had reached out to her a few days earlier. He had spoken of a small debt—less than ten thousand naira—which he owed Isa, a sum that might seem trivial to many but weighed heavily on his conscience. He recalled how Isa had given him money to purchase a transistor radio, a task left undone before Isa’s passing on January 14, 2024.</p>
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<p>Even as his body grew weak, Haruna’s spirit remained steadfast. He pleaded with Isa’s widow to send him her bank account details so he could return the money—not for her, but for Isa’s children, who had a rightful claim to their father’s possessions. She tried to convince him otherwise, telling him that even if the amount had been substantial, she wouldn’t have taken it, considering the bond Haruna shared with her late husband. But Haruna insisted—it was a matter of principle, a testament to his unwavering sense of responsibility.</p>
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<p>His kindness stretched far beyond professional boundaries. Haruna was my immediate neighbor at the 1000 Housing Estate while I served as the Bureau Chief of Daily Trust in Maiduguri. Though I relocated to Abuja in 2015 due to rising insecurity, Haruna remained a pillar of support, always ensuring I was well taken care of. His generosity was boundless, his priorities unshaken by material pursuits—he stood firmly by his family, friends, and colleagues, offering his unwavering support in times of need.</p>
<p>Governor Babagana Zulum extended a hand to Haruna in his time of distress, facilitating his treatment, including an overseas medical trip. His kindness will not go unnoticed. Similarly, the Correspondents’ Chapel of the NUJ, Borno State Chapter, stood by Haruna throughout his ordeal—a testament to the enduring camaraderie among journalists.</p>
<p>Now, he has joined Isa in the hereafter, just sixteen months apart. We can only pray that Almighty Allah expands his resting place, forgives his shortcomings, and takes charge of the affairs of his widows and children. Haruna leaves behind a legacy of integrity, selflessness, and devotion—qualities we should all strive to emulate.</p>
<p>Allah Sarki! Allah Ya ji kan su baki daya. Allah Ya sada su a Aljannah.</p>
<p>Adieu, Haruna. You will be dearly missed.</p>
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