MATAR TAJ BOOK COMPLETE Complete Hausa Novel Document by MATAR TAJ BOOK COMPLETE

Chapters 1-2

A large bus carrying people has entered the airport terminal in Abuja.

The driver of the bus slammed on the brakes, causing the passengers on the bus to scream. "Sir, slow down, drive slowly, you are saving lives, not animals, this reckless driving is pointless," one of the women sitting in the bus said.

In the heat of the moment, the pilot turned around, his mouth still slurring, and he began to say, "For God's sake, excuse me, I'm driving like this. If I had been faster, you wouldn't have missed your flight."

The woman remained silent, seeing that the driver would not be polite. He hesitated before answering and turned to the person in front of him.

In a fit of rage, the driver of the car started cursing at the driver before turning around and looking for a parking space.

"Oh my God," the young woman sitting in the back seat of the bus raised her head and squeezed between her knees because of the burqa the bus driver had put on, which was equivalent to hitting her head on the metal back of the seat in front of her. She was wearing a green hijab like everyone else on the bus, and she had a face mask on her face.

I can't describe the makeup of her face because the mask and the red eyes are so wide open that they are hard to see because the light inside her eyes is like a cloud, the kind that is called hazel eyes.

She had full eyebrows that assured me she would be very dizzy. The woman next to her was looking at her, surprised by the constant crying she had been doing since they got on the bus.

Only God knows what's going on in the girl's heart because the way she's crying, it feels like her soul is about to burst out.

Her heart felt like a stone, her life became increasingly dull, her emotions no longer responding to anything because of the way she felt inside her.

When she remembered certain things, the tears that were falling from her eyes could not stop, she could do nothing but pity herself, the strength of her faith was the only thing that could swallow up any bitterness that was clinging to the walls of her heart.

The questions she asks herself between yesterday and today are so many that no one can answer them. The one that stands out the most is whether she has any flaws. Or is she a cursed child? She has asked herself this question countless times. Knowing that she doesn't know what it is, she is confused about the things that have been happening in her life since years ago, when she first started to gain control of her mind.

The parking driver came out and opened the bus doors. One by one, the men on the bus started to get off before the women, each wearing a green hijab like a uniform, with a backpack on their backs. The way they got off seemed like they would never end, as there were about fifteen of them.

They lined up in a row, each with her eyes wide open. The girls were all very numerous, about ten in number, and if you saw some of them, you would know they had been brought from the village. There were also some older women, no more than three and five men.