SAMARIN BANA Complete Hausa Novel Document by SAMARIN BANA

My name is SAILUBAH KASIM.

I am in KANO and I live in a neighborhood called Fage.

I am twenty-five years old, that is, 25 years old.

 I was a beautiful woman, everyone knows who lost her.

I am a tall, handsome man.

I have a hq and a breast of 'taking care'

You're welcome and don't call me a slut.

No matter how much I put together, it's like every woman wants to be.

When I look at myself in the mirror hmmmmmmm

I have to breathe here.

I don't need your help, because I'm with you.

       Hey SAILUBAH, you are welcome.

I have read the Quran, and I have the same level of religious knowledge, so don't call me ignorant.

I am a U:J in the field of being a complete doctor.

But I didn't worry about studying because I wanted to do things that had happened to me before I studied.

I was a woman who knew money.

Mesan owns a house and a car.

Then the money will flow.

I know a man who is handsome, well-educated, intelligent, and intelligent.

Then he became a musketeer and I was the only one who owned his laughter and everything he created.

He was the only one who could see him, but if his parents and siblings were removed

He knew what patience meant and what jealousy meant.  

He was always looking at me in the mirror. He also looked at me with a smile.

I have a dream to marry Alhaji, how much money and where

The kind of pilgrims in Abuja

Money and wealth

I don't want to be like a little boy who is three years older than me.

I am married to a man who has been married for at least twelve years.

That's why I put my trust in you, not in marrying a young boy. Because I underestimated his strength and bravery.

In their neighborhood there is a beautiful and thoughtful house that has always been my home whenever I have the chance.

I want a friend named RAMADAN who is the one who keeps my secrets.

I have been so busy with RAMADAN, the kind of busyness that is called "if you don't, you won't be able to live."

I know that RAMADAN was a polite and obedient boy despite his poor character.

But he joined me, I was growing up with him, I was growing up with him.

The son has given me knowledge, wisdom, and peace.

All the advice I received during Ramadan, if he told me to stay away from chicken, I would leave him forever.

He is a young boy, about twenty years old, no more, no less.

If I had studied back then I would have realized that it was Ramadan five years ago.

Saidai RAMADAN is a  young man. You will know who he is when he walks.