CINIKIN RAI BOOK 1 Complete Hausa Novel Document by CINIKIN RAI BOOK 1

Many people benefit from what they have, but for them, it's not what they expected. Sometimes, what is acquired can be used to cover up a wound—a wound that would otherwise plunge its bearer into poverty, not just a minor injury.  

"Xnooooooooo!" That was the name a group of deaf-mute youths called her. She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling of her room. "Oh my God, I didn’t live like Cinderella, nor like some Barbie Queen, but today, I ended up in a slaughterhouse camp." She bit her lips as she opened her bedroom window.  

"Some idiot is calling me a hunter? Tell that man’s father that if I step out, you all better scatter before I do!"  

"May God darken your heart, you scorpion girl!"  

She blinked, closing her window, then headed toward the hallway leading into the house. Just then, there was a knock at the door.  

"Zenobia! Please open the door!"  

"Didn’t your father say yesterday that he doesn’t want to see you with me again?" she said sharply.  

"Mtseeeeeew! I brought you food!"  

"Not food—father of food."  

She passed by her drawer, picked up her toothpaste and toothbrush. The house was a large rented apartment with many rooms, including an attic. She lived on the third floor. She came out with a towel wrapped around her head—God had blessed her with thick hair. Slowly, her gaze fell on her bag.  

"Xno, I’m waiting for you."  

She picked it up and walked toward her task while she entered the bathroom to get ready. Downstairs, the house was like a marketplace of different tribes from every corner of *Gista*. From the second floor, people began to notice the "scorpion girl," and they started to scatter. She, like a hawk, never mixed with the rest.  

Two older women entered the bathroom, scrubbing the walls with disinfectant and foam before she arrived. They finished just as she got there. In response to her bucket, some young girls poured hot water on her, scrubbed it, and then walked past her into the bathroom.  

She entered the bathroom, staring at it.  

"Inna, did you write what wasn’t in this house before now?"  

"It’s done, blessed girl."  

She turned around. Today was the day she was supposed to start work, but she didn’t feel like working. However, Alfarman and Mr. Amjad had done enough for her to understand that her life was about to change.  

She smiled, looking at herself. Yes, she had finished secondary school, then college, and even earned a diploma in Business. Inna had encouraged her, saying, "Run so you’re not left behind." Yet, that didn’t stop her from realizing how much she struggled with English.  

"If you're looking for someone with broken English, no doubt, Zenobia would be the first to win an award for it." That’s why she focused on her craft. Many feared her outside, but inside the house, she chased people with slaps. Because that was her—that was her life.  

One day, she wouldn’t want to see them again. She knew their worth, which was why even death wouldn’t take her from their sight.