ALHUSSAIN COMPLETE Complete Hausa Novel Document by ALHUSSAIN COMPLETE

It is a word that answers to a name, this name has many meanings... Every servant carries his destiny book, which is tied around his neck, and every human being, as the style of the page of his destiny book opens, where it opens with two forms, whether it is described as good or described as different trials.... just as in every world and every life, destiny goes hand in hand with life, and it is lived happily or otherwise, and no servant can escape his destiny, in every day and every moment our destiny flows through us like blood, and just as our lives are different, so is the destiny itself... when their destiny book opens, it is different from the rest, and surely if they had the power, they would have taken this destiny book and erased everything in it, and they would have added to shape him into a new life that will not be connected to the path of the one...WHO AM I? this question, what two words and six letters are constantly floating in AL-HUSSAIN's head, with which he sleeps and wakes up, and in the waiting for the time when its leaves will dry and fall to the ground, from there it will become history... except what AL-HUSSAIN did not make me is; the thread of a destiny is changing while only prayer can change it... but in the part of SABINA that knows WHO IT IS?, if a destiny is tied to the neck of every slave, then the question is what is that destiny? where is it? when will she face it? in what kind of situation will it come to her? is it good or bad? can she accept it or not?... a destiny like a stone carving that nothing can change!..._*

*Kano, 3:00pm.*

I was wearing a maroon hijab that enhanced my beauty, while Farhana was wearing a small scarf that also made her look very beautiful. We were walking calmly and carefully out of Sahad Store located in the zoo road area. You could just look at Farhana’s hand and you would know that we had not done a small shopping trip. We were walking and chatting happily, both our faces surrounded by glasses, except there was a difference between my glasses and hers, because mine were medical glasses, an eye disease I inherited from my grandmother, my father’s mother, while Farhana’s were gay, which she could not part with every day.

We arrived at the red car owned by Farhana and stopped, then Farhana opened the booth and put on her luggage, I opened the front of the car and got in, after Farhana closed the booth and she also went around the driver's side and came in and sat down and locked the car. "Wash Sister,