ADANDI COMPLETE BY UMMUH HAIRAN Complete Hausa Novel Document by ADANDI COMPLETE BY UMMUH HAIRAN

Two children came in first, a girl and a boy, both of whom were no more than fourteen years old. The girl was older than the boy. She was very fair, just like the skin of their mother Zainab. Behind them came the other two boys. They were identical, very similar to each other. They were moving the curtains as they entered slowly, as if there was no one to hold them back. Since they saw their mother's door locked, their minds were racing, despite their young age, they still didn't like to enter the house and find their mother missing.

                Zainab stopped talking and walked around the room, shouting at them.

"They are sad, they are all not even old enough to count on the fingers but they can still be seen with their mother's gossip and gossip" she said, her eyes wide open, she still feels the bitterness of giving birth to children when she sees that she has a home, when all her calculations are complete she has not yet completed the ownership of Saleem's mother and his family, she gave birth to what he had been waiting for for a long time, namely 'CHILDREN', but one night Ruqayyan surprised her with an unexpected surprise that she was not prepared for.

"For your mother's sake, go back if you're not going to come in," she said in a loud voice, pulling him aside. Al-Hussain was holding Al-Hassan's hand, his mouth wide open, as if he was about to insult him. Al-Hassan was very upset, so he just grabbed his brother's hand and they left for the main parlor that connected the doors of the faluks they had created, each with its own parts.

"Are you a child?" Zainab said in surprise, following them with her eyes. Since the children were now so intelligent and quick to understand things, she thought it would be difficult in the future if they did not become obstacles or obstacles for her.

"You're going to tell your father to come back," she said, raising her voice to make sure they were sitting in the living room.

"Mom, I'm really hungry," her eldest daughter Haneefa said, frowning.

"The family eats when you have no work, so eat, I haven't even had a meal since morning, open your lunch box and eat the rest of what's inside before I finish packing the house and put it away" she said as she continued serving her front. She didn't even have any food right now, she just listened to her words when she heard what the delivery said, she opened her hair and made sure it reached her stomach. Hunger was not something she usually had today.

"Mom, it was yesterday's warm food, so you served it to us, and by the way, the rice was already soaked before noon, so we ate their food in Alhassan."

"Kut," Zainab said, stopping what she was doing after looking back.

"Whose father told you to eat their food? Didn't I stop you?" she said angrily, slapping the girl. Ever since the day the children praised Ruqayya's cooking in front of her and Saleem had told them off, she hated any food that came out of her kitchen, even though they used to cook dinner together, especially when they ate together in the main hall of the house.

             Zagi started to yell at her, which made the girl cry and throw her school bag and flask outside and run to her room. That didn't stop Zainab from continuing her mischief as if she was going to bite her tongue, if she had been beaten she would have beaten Haneefa today, she said she was sure that as long as she touched her health like her father's ear, which would not have caused her any harm, she wanted to improve her game today and she would not let anything unpleasant to ruin her plans, she had to be careful with everything today.

              She increased the speed of the car a little, realizing that she was on time. She was sure that the children would be back by now, but she didn't want that, but the excuse that kept her going had to be finished before she came.

             The arrival of her car caught the attention of the children, they dropped what they were doing and ran towards her. She tried to open the hood of the car but they stopped her because they were standing at the door, happy to see her. She smiled as she looked at them, her heart breaking. She had been missing for a few hours, but all their minds were on the road, what if death had left them today? In the few minutes that she had been missing, the children had even started coming out in their own way, playing in the yard of the house and vodeyAllah, their uniforms were covered in dirt and water, their belongings should not even Alhussain's clothes be told.

"Now please, won't you be embarrassed if she sees you like this?,ummm?" She said, looking at her daughter who was bundled up in a bag tied to the car seat. Their bodies looked at each other before they burst into laughter. Alhassan said

"Mommy, I'm not too tired, I'll take her."

"Oh my God, I'm going to come," Alhussain said, trying to push him away.

"I don't have anyone to give my daughter to, why didn't you go and stay with Mama Haneefa?" Ruqayya asked them, taking out her bag and slung Iftihal over her shoulder.

"She didn't curse us or yell at us," Alhussain said, pushing his mouth forward. She looked back at the child, and she felt bad in her heart. That meant that she wouldn't be able to hold the children even if she had no heart. She also knew the way she was cursing, she couldn't tolerate cursing, she always fought with Saleem, because he said he wouldn't tolerate the cursing she was hurling at her, she wouldn't spoil his children.

"She's busy, you're busy, let's go inside and take off your uniform and eat," she said, putting the children in front and they went into the house, following behind them with their bags.

              She couldn't calm down until the medicine arrived, she sat up, opened it, looked at it, and used it as the woman had told her. She let out a smile, focusing all her attention on her body, and began to list the changes she was told she would feel.

"Hmmmm, today is the day, today you will be filled with the sorrow that will bring your end," she said openly, laughing. Of course, today she will do everything with grace because she has burned her soul properly, redeeming the accumulated sorrow and anger that she feels every morning with the kind of sorrow that her cheeks are filled with.

          No matter how hard she tried to finish everything or to please Saleem, as he knew he would, she could not, her body and her heart were the same, she had already become accustomed to it, her lust for pleasure, laziness and unwillingness to work had taken over her body, and she was wasting her time, even cooking was not enough for her, except for the afternoon tea.