DANGIN RABI Complete Hausa Novel Document by DANGIN RABI

On Saturday, around 11pm, it was raining heavily and the wind was howling. My mother, whom I call Iya, opened the cracked door of our house and threw me outside. I was crying and screaming in fear. But Iya left me and closed her house completely. I screamed and went inside and knocked on the door, but I couldn't hear her. It was like I was going to break the door down. Oh my God, my mother couldn't let me go. She was standing at the door from the inside, she opened it a little and peeked in. She said, "How are you?" I quickly said the Quran, I agree to marry you, my mother, I am your mother, my mother, I will prevent you from getting married according to the Sunnah of the Prophet, be patient, my mother, I agree, I will celebrate wherever you sit as an Agola, my mother smiled, my mother let go and opened the door for me, I went inside the house, she quickly closed it and we entered our room, I changed my clothes and squeezed the wet ones and dried them, my mother handed me Tyga and said, apply fresh hair and don't catch a cold, I accepted it, my mother looked at me and said, Rumaila, please be patient with my destiny of getting married, but I don't know how to be patient, if there is no love or poverty and hardship, then you have to be free. I came out, I am not tired of suffering and I am not patient, only love comes out.

     I was looking at her. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I said, "Yes, it's your opinion. But now, don't you feel ashamed? People are looking at you in a different way. It's your eighth wedding anniversary. Now I'm going to marry you. You're going to marry me

   I looked at her and said, "You are a good cook with butter, because you always cook with butter. My dear, I always have butter in my house. What can I do with useless butter except to give advice to a servant?" said Iya.

      I kept quiet and didn't say anything to my mother, I just went to bed and did my thing. I didn't pray, I didn't do anything because I didn't go to any school. I don't have any religion outside of Boko, I just go from house to house in Agola to sell Awara, I always go to the markets of the villages near us, we always go there with my friends.

      The next day, I went to the city to buy some clothes for Koko and we broke up. My mother also washed the clothes and I also cleaned the garbage and washed the slaves and wiped the floor in our room. I was finishing up cleaning the soybeans for my Awara when I was wearing an old red Shadda that had already rotted a little and was waiting for me at home. After I got it, when I went back to Palo and sat down, I was sitting and my shirt was torn, I felt it from my armpit to my stomach. I said to my mother, Shadda expired (expired) Come and see. My mother was coming out of the room and said, "Huh?" Yasin, the Quran, my mother, she prayed, but this Shadda is not honorable, may God have mercy on my money, between me and the company that published this Shadda, may God have mercy on her, she said only ten years, she prayed, now the world is ruined, Rumaila Atamfa, now she is not even five years old, that's why I want to get married, what money will we get and we will be happy in the world, she said, Yes, but where is the murder of Mother Rumaila? I was getting married, I saw money, but when I went inside, I saw that it was not like that, I prayed until I was tired, you can hear the silence, Rumaila, I smiled and said, Yes, if you do not thank God's mercy, you do not thank his punishment, my father always makes me angry, and you have painted my mouth, my mother, I have no place to go, I feel cold in my heart, by God, please wash me clean of all the garbage and this suffering that I am doing.