AUREN FARI Complete Hausa Novel Document by AUREN FARI

She was acting as if she was going to fly up, her hand holding a bowl of manja soup. She had been at the hospital for a while now to bring food, but because she was so busy, she left home to pick it up.

She walked slowly and slowly, not slowing down because she was afraid that Yaya Abba would come back to the mosque and tell him today and see what she had done. You are making a fuss,!! Karam Karam....... She faced the body of the person who was coming with the soup and they all attacked him, he backed away with force while holding her, his back hit the wall with force, the soup ended up washing his face in front of his white chest, he lowered his eyes hard when he felt the soup splashing in his eyes, he felt a kind of pain, he grabbed her by the soup spoon and took her away and she fell down, wrapping the soup in her hijab.

   She stood up and said, "Mr., what kind of humiliation is this? Don't you see that you will throw me in the soup if I don't wear your new Islamic hijab? After the damage you have caused us, you can't even walk and look ahead?"

Calamity was flaring up as he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. Sam didn't notice the people following him, until someone came up to her and slapped her hard and quickly raised his hand as if to show him permission. She pulled back holding her waist, "Oh my God, you're going to fight with people, so by God, today you have to pay for my soup and my hijab..." It was then that he looked at her with his eyes filled with sadness and pain, and he shouted at her, "Haven't you been taught manners at home? This piece of hijab and the waste of your manjar soup are you showing people shamelessness? Do you know the value of the things you've lost?" He widened his eyes and pointed at his body.

Do you know how much it cost to make this soup? Or do you know the price of this hijab.....shut up!!! He shouted at her and grabbed her. That's when everyone's attention returned to them. Someone quickly shrugged his shoulders, sir, it's not your size, please don't follow her.

He grabbed her and was about to pass by when she grabbed his hand with such force that he looked at her thin hand and then looked at her, thinking that he could swallow her whole.

By God, all your troubles will be over if you pay for them and leave this place. I don't know what to do. He grabbed her by the arm, grabbed her by the waist, threw her away, and left her lying there, screaming, and she gathered people in the hospital.

When Abba came out of the mosque, he saw a crowd of people and went to the place to see if they were safe, but he only saw *umaimah* who was so upset that he jumped up and ran to the hospital room, because he could see that her body was starting to deteriorate. As they entered, he started to bathe her twice and asked her if she was okay, she finished telling him and he gave her the charger and her aunt took it.

 The food was only bought with oil and spices.

  Umaimah is an orphan, she is always in the care of her father's family, she is not allowed to do anything except beating her, she is not allowed to study, she is not allowed to sleep, she is beaten and she is not allowed to sleep. Her husband's wife was the one who took her to the hospital despite the distance between them and the hospital, she always brings her food, morning, noon and night.

 Like a madwoman, she rushed out of the house, upset at the humiliation of wearing the Islamic hijab that had been so poorly received. She returned home and started washing clothes, which the man could not get out of, which further irritated her, praying to God to punish her for this little disrespectful act.

  One week, two weeks....they didn't meet again for almost five weeks, and then the old lady was sent away, so she brought up the subject.