BAKAR INUWA by BILLY Complete Hausa Novel Document by BAKAR INUWA by BILLY

The woman we work with, Salima, looked at the girls and laughed as if she was making them angry. Suddenly, we heard a slap on my face because they were dancing. I laughed at them. She only took me inside and slapped me which attracted the attention of this young man and the other employees. I burst out crying and immediately fell down. I was still laughing. The one who was giving me polio was giving me a slap so I kept quiet and left. I cried and said, "Wlh!" I got up and got angry and punched one of the girls. I didn't know who had slapped me inside. I grabbed one of them with my finger and pulled her hair and pulled it hard. I slapped her twice and let her go. I ran away because they were going to hit me with the lemon peel they were drinking. One of them pulled my hijab behind me. The security guards came. The young man stopped them and said, "Leave them alone." They were watching. They held my hijab. I bowed down and took off my hijab and left it for them. Their hands were on the gate, I was begging to be opened, the young man said, "No one opened it for me." The girls came to me and I tried to run away, but when they caught me, they hugged me tightly, I felt so bad that they were exhausted and left me on the ground. I was crying. My colleagues picked me up and I saw this young man. He said, "Open it for us, let's disappear in front of him. He hates women, even if they are his brothers. He doesn't like seeing them. I made sure that his legs were opened for us, one inside and one outside. I said, "Are you girls?" They all turned around and looked at me. I said, "God is enough." I will take revenge one day if my sister becomes a doctor or a lawyer. They looked at me blankly and said, "You will see." I said, "I let you go because it is not about MY BUSINESS that you are attacking me. The dispute was not about money. But if it was about money, there would be death in this house, the scoundrels, the scoundrels, the ignorant, the animals, and all the members of this house are I pointed to the young man standing there and said, "Tell her about me and your parents, and I remind you that the Angel of Death is coming one day." The soldiers came to me and Arce and my father ran away, saying, "May God have mercy on me and greet the old woman, you are so beautiful." I kept running to my father. God made it time for us to get up. I said, "Napep," I was panting, and I ran home. I ran from inside the house until I reached the street and got on Napep. My colleagues were laughing at me. I could barely get the box out of my hand. Sabo and my father ran as if I were running.

     After returning home, I prayed and started my business until Awara, I did it overnight after selling it, I repaired everything and I took the money and deducted the profit and deposited it in the account I was saving for Ammah's hospital expenses and set aside for my household and a few things. The next morning, we went to a neighborhood and did polio. My colleagues, Salima, knew about it and laughed at me about what happened at the money-lenders' house yesterday. We laughed and told the story. Salima said, "But they met a lot at everyone's house. What's good about being able to dress up, especially Iskan? Why were you arrested? I thought that was why I was arrested because he refused to open the gate for me." Salima said, "Mufeeda, you are so shameless when you are touched. You have a silent falava, you like too much falava." I just smiled because I don't speak any English. I can only read Hausa and Arabic. But I don't know English except for words because I don't have it. I insist on it because Meenat is teaching me but I wouldn't have done it in a minute.

      Today we finished Polio and I came home quickly. I ate and got ready. Then I went shopping. I was afraid to go through the GRA. I just rode Napep and went back to Lfy. After we finished the Awara bath, we bought a bath and we did it again with the Isha prayer. They gave me a Meenat Assignment for me to study and I sat there. They taught me how to read and write English and Arabic, even though I had knowledge because I was in my twenties. I also did some books that my younger brother Ma'eeshah had written. They already taught me the books they knew. I didn't even notice their feet. I am a good listener to sermons. I know all the rulings. Many religious rulings. But they teach me how to read. Without them, I would have been called an ignorant person.

      Part of speech they teach me common adjectives they struggled with me before I could say it. It's not my fault that my brain is slow and easy to pull off since I'm only in Jss 2 school. God made us study Arabic and Boko together that's why we have religion, Meenat has knowledge, that's why when we talked they would say, "Sis, what do you know if I don't ask for money, especially Meenat, the mother of the family and the love of beauty because every beauty of the modern generation can do anything for her in the business of love. Maeeshah also struggles with the family, but I just buy them makeup and let them put on makeup. I watch since I even buy them cosmetics for the poor, hair products for the poor, I'm left with the temptation of cleanliness but I don't care about any beauty, I waste time, I'm just looking for money to save my reputation,

 I always have to wear a hijab and go out to earn money, which is not easy, and now my neighborhood is called Yar Kasuwa, because I don't have time, so I have to beg for money on foot.

   Wherever I hear of a job or business that can make money, now I have to invest in it, I have to earn it so that we can eat and drink with Sutura. I am young at this age, but I am obsessed with money. Now all I care about is taking Ammah Hospital because we will have to spend sixty-five thousand to take her to have an operation done on the disease that runs from her waist to her legs. That is why I am shocked. Fight Halak and fight Haram. That is how I save the money.

    On this, I have learned to cheat in my profession because I am doing it, it is good and delicious. But now that I have made a lot of profit, I have stopped eating it. When I get up, I say, I will not squeeze the water too much. I squeeze a little bit and you will feel a lump in your stomach. I have stopped eating it. I put salt in it because it is too much. That is how it is bought. New and clean. But they have stopped accepting it because of our strike. So, I have also had a cigarette and cheated on me. I bought coco powder with red color. After I took the market, I poured coco powder into it. I mixed my coco powder with red color. It made a mess and the coco powder swelled and became sticky. Because I made profit, I got money and saw that it was being bought. Malam coco powder was used to make colored soup. It was even sticky. New and the smell of coco powder inside was unknown. I bought it and I was making profit. My thoughts were the same, even though I knew it was not good, I did Istngifari because even my mother and my younger brother did not like it. I know the tobacco I use is no better than the homemade one. If I were to fry it separately for them, I would say it's not watery, so they would think the one you buy is the same.