AL'AJABIN MASARAUTA Complete Hausa Novel Document by AL'AJABIN MASARAUTA

At that moment, she looked to the side and saw me walking so fast that I was almost jumping, a speed that she would swear she had never seen me do since we were children.

She was so surprised that she held her hand, wondering in her heart what she was going to do in the middle of the night.

"Sabina! Sabina!! Hey Sabina, where are you trying to come like this? I saw you trying to come in, are you crazy? No way!!"

I can tell you that I heard what she was saying, so I just put my hand behind her back without trying to stop her, and the insults she threw at me made me raise my voice and say to her, "Farhana, I'm not going to go in, follow me or wait for me, I'll be back now."

Farhana sighed and stared at the throne of Allah, of course, without knowing who her friend was, she could say that she was possessed by demons or that she was mentally ill, but right now she couldn't deny that Sabina had a problem. She saw that she couldn't let her go alone into this dungeon, where nothing would bring anyone but disaster, so she quickly followed her, which made her even more surprised when she saw a man sitting on the top of a pile of rubble on the dungeon. Farhana stopped because the situation was starting to scare her, and she stopped from there—if it wasn't something she couldn't stand, she would stop, because she was starting to doubt Sabina's sanity.

He was a handsome young man from the lower class, sitting on a brick wall at the edge of a ruin, he was about 27-28 years old, he was neither white nor black, his complexion was perfect, his body was dressed in cheap milky-white cloth that had taken over his body, at a glance you could tell from a distance that the cloth was cheap, the kind of cloth worn by a man who was tired of the world, he was wearing white slippers that had stretched his body over his long legs, his head on the ground, holding a cigarette in his hand, he was breathing heavily, blowing smoke around his body. He would also breathe heavily when he felt it being taken from his hand, and he would open his red eyes to see the person who had the power to take his life partner.

His eyes were fixed on the beautiful young woman, who was looking at him with a beautiful smile, with those deep eyes of hers, one look at her quickly caught his eye because of the look on his face that he found himself in, without knowing why, and just like that he felt his heart beating faster and faster, something he had never felt in all his years of life. I was fascinated by him and the way he looked at me through the eyes, one second passed, two, three, he turned his head completely and lowered his gaze to me, I still didn't stop smiling at him, I didn't take my eyes off his eyes that were shining with the light of my surprise, and I could swear at that moment what was going through his mind was _am I crazy?_

I adjusted my glass and said to him, "Hello Mr Man". I said while raising my eyebrows at him, but his eyes were on the tobacco in my hand that I had not thrown away, so I looked at the tobacco in his hand and looked back at him before I went in and said to him. "This is harmful, it does not benefit the person who drinks it, it is wasteful, it harms those close to you. Based on this, the scholars said that since everything it causes