RABON KWADO BOOK 1 COMPLETE Complete Hausa Novel Document by RABON KWADO BOOK 1 COMPLETE

As usual, I was lying on the edge of my bed doing my thing, which is crying, which has become my daily routine since I found myself in a new life. Hearing the sign of the door opening made me start to choke back tears because I didn't want my children to come and see me in this state.

Iman was the last to wake me up because she thought I was asleep.

"Aunty! Aunty! Wake up, daddy said, get ready for us to go to bed, we have school tomorrow."

I finished wiping my tears with my hijab before I started to get out of bed.

I washed her, dressed her in her pink nightie, and tied her hair with a band.

"Go and call the martyr, she's also asleep," I said, pointing to the door. Her noise was starting to give me a headache and I was crying profusely.

Together they came in with their yogurt in hand.

"Aunty Kinga, daddy bought us some chocolate and we ate it on daddy's porch," Shahida said, showing me the bag in her hand.

I smiled and said, "Oh my god, daddy is so kind, did you thank him?"

"We said it, but the martyr didn't say it," the martyr said.

"Are you really okay, baby?" I asked, rubbing her head, seeing signs of sleep starting to show.

I picked her up, even though they were not as healthy as me, and laid her on the bed, before I grabbed my other bag and gave her a bath.

So I prayed for them and made sure they were asleep before I started preparing for my bath.

I finished my plan in my milk calorie pajamas before spritzing my body with perfume, being a lover of scent.

I look at myself in the mirror, if I hadn't been told, I wouldn't have known that I was lame, so I don't have to be lame? Always busy with work and the children's troubles, I cry and think a lot.

Oh my God, I miss her so much, but she and my father seem to have forgotten me since I called them on the phone and they didn't even answer the phone to hear their voices. This loneliness started to bother me since when they came, they would visit me at school from morning to evening, and he was the one who was home for five, six days, and I didn't see him for a week.

You are yours, God is his, I am Khadija Autar, my dear, how did life turn out like this? I did not plan my married life this way, but this is how it came to me. But even so, I am grateful to God and I accept my destiny.